𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 𝐅𝐅

37. 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒆.

"That was like a potent elixir, forbidden and perilous to indulge in," The doctor murmured, glancing over Y/n's blood test reports. Presently, she rests on the hospital bed, a drip attached to her delicate wrist, her serene face cradled in sleep.

"But she is recovering well," he continued, his voice piercing through my senses, stirring a blend of ecstasy that courses through my veins like a river of elation.

"Gratitude, doctor," I exclaimed, engulfed in bliss, "How soon will she heal completely?"

"In about an hour, you may bring her home. Kindly complete the discharge paperwork," The doctor responded with a gracious smile gracing his lips.

"May I visit her?" I inquired, seeking permission. The doctor nodded, granting me leave. I rose from my seat and journeyed to her ward, where she lies.

Gazing at her peaceful form, a smile emerges on my countenance. Relief washes over me upon learning of her recovery. I settle in a chair beside her, intertwining our fingers.

"The doctor assures me of your well-being," I whisper to her silent form, a tender smile dancing on my lips.

"Ah, now it's time for you to recover swiftly, and then we can head back home." I responded with a light chuckle, gently holding her hand between my large palms and softly stroking her knuckles.

As my eyes landed on my mobile phone ringing on the table, I proceeded to answer the call, "Hello?"

"Hey, bro! Jeon." It was that same shrill, unpleasant voice that never failed to irritate me, causing me to bite my inner cheeks and let out a bitter chuckle.

"Hey, Junghyun."

It had been a whole year since he resurfaced in my life. His voice still held a hint of sweetness as he suggested, "Let's go out today with the family."

"I don't feel like it, my wife is unwell." I replied, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Oh, your wife. Once upon a time, you didn't like her and she didn't like you. What's changed now?" He whispered slyly.

"Mind your words, Junghyun. She is my wife." I retorted, my voice laced with possessiveness.

After a few moments, I ended the call and sat wearily back in my seat. Slowly running my fingers through her hair caused her to stir in her sleep, yet a smile involuntarily graced my lips.

"Jungkook, stop it. Let me sleep." She mumbled, now fully awake and aware of my actions.

"We have to depart," I calmly responded as she dramatically opened her eyes, extended her arms, and exclaimed, "Let's go."

"Wait here. Let me go and fill out the discharge form," I replied to her questions with a hint of playfulness.

"God, are you truly a mafia?" she asked, cupping my face in her hands, which elicited a chuckle from me at her adorable demeanor.

"Yes, I am," I confirmed. "I'll return in 10 minutes."

—

Several days have passed since she was discharged, and currently, I am on a quest to locate the assailant who tried to take her life with that dreadful drug.

Sitting in my office, examining crucial files, I received a call from my wife; today was her graduation day. The mere thought of her holding her degree in a black coat and scholar hat brought a smile to my face.

I answered the call, "Hello, Jeon."

"Hey, what's going on? Has the program started already?" I inquired, feigning panic.