Just One More Tear to Cry

Part 38

Jungkook was drawing the curtains of the hospital room, letting the morning light gently flood the space. Just a little while ago, Jimin had awoken from a fitful sleep. From where Jimin lay, he could only see the vast sky from the window. The scene outside was serene, and it somehow made Jimin relaxed. Jungkook turned and walked over to Jimin, his footsteps soft on the sterile floor. Leaning down, he kissed Jimin's forehead lovingly, his lips lingering as if trying to transfer all his strength and love through that simple gesture. "Good morning, my Minie," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness.

Jimin's lips curled into a small, weak smile. "Good morning, hyungie," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper but carrying a warmth that eased some of Jungkook's worries.

It had been five days since Jimin regained consciousness, and each day had been a rollercoaster of emotions. Jimin looked a little better than he had in the past few days. His cheeks, once ghostly pale, now had a faint hint of rosy color, although the hollowness of his once chubby cheeks was still evident. An ugly bandage covered the wound on Jimin's forehead, a stark reminder of the violent encounter with Park Ji Woon. Every time Jungkook looked at it, his heart clenched with guilt and sorrow.

Jungkook sat carefully on the bed beside Jimin, taking his tiny hand in his own. The sight of the IV lines attached to Jimin's frail arm made his chest tighten. Jimin's hands, always so delicate, felt different now. They were rough and calloused, a result of months of hard work and suffering. Jungkook gently traced his fingers over Jimin's palm, feeling every bump and ridge, each one a testament to Jimin's resilience.

"Did my baby sleep well, hmm?" Jungkook asked softly, his voice laced with concern.

Jimin nodded slightly. "Yeah. Thanks to the medicine, I can sleep for days now," he said with a quiet laugh, trying to lighten the mood. But the underlying truth of his words pierced through Jungkook's heart, making it ache even more.

Seeing Jimin's attempt to be cheerful despite his condition made Jungkook's heart swell with a mixture of love and sorrow. The roughness of Jimin's palms contrasted sharply with their usual softness, reminding Jungkook of the hardships Jimin had endured. He gently caressed Jimin's hand, feeling the calluses that had formed.

Jungkook's gaze fell on the cute baby bump of Jimin. The sight filled his heart with a blend of awe and tenderness. He watched Jimin's tummy rise and fall with each breath, his thoughts swirling with the miracle of the life growing inside. Time and again, his eyes darted from Jimin's face to his belly, marveling at the changes. Finally, he couldn't resist any longer and placed one of his hands gently on the bump.

"How are my babies doing, hmm?" he asked softly, his voice a tender whisper. The simple question, wrapped in so much love and wonder, struck a deep chord within Jimin. Tears welled up in his eyes, overflowing with a mix of overwhelming emotions.

Jungkook immediately panicked, his own heart pounding with worry. "Why are you crying, babe? Are you all right? Does it hurt anywhere?" he asked, his voice trembling with concern. Jimin shook his head, trying to reassure him but only managing to send more tears streaming down his cheeks."Then why, babe? Why are you crying?" Jungkook's voice trembled with concern as he searched Jimin's eyes for answers.

"Hyung..." Jimin's voice was barely audible, thick with fear and exhaustion. His hand felt heavy and unsteady in Jungkook's grasp, and the warmth of Jungkook's touch was a small comfort amidst the chaos inside him.

"Tell me, Minie. What's going on?" Jungkook asked gently, his thumb tracing soft, reassuring circles on Jimin's hand.

Jimin took a shuddering breath, his eyes filled with a deep, painful sadness. "I don't know if I can trust my own senses anymore, hyung. Everything feels so surreal, like a nightmare I can't wake up from. Every time I close my eyes, I'm afraid I won't see you again. I'm scared that when I open them, you'll be gone and everything I'm holding onto will vanish. I keep waiting for the moment when I'll wake up and find out this was all just a cruel joke." His voice broke as fresh tears streamed down his face, each one a testament to the fear that had taken root in his heart.