Jungkook's pov:
The first thing I felt was a heavy headache with suffocation in breathing.
It felt as if a heavy rock was placed on my chest which was depriving me from breathing.
And then , I forced my eyes to open up only to shut them tight because of how much bright and eye stinging it was.
I breathed heavily clutching to the mattress and slowly my hearing senses started to work. I could hear some whispers and excited voices around me but they were very faint. As if being echoed in the back of my head.
Again , trying to see, I opened my eyes , this time slowly- and it took me a moment to get comfortable to that light before I could finally see my surrounding.
The walls were painted......White. It looked like some isolated room with a huge couch in the corner with a table decorated with flowers.
Many flowers.
Pink, blue, yellow , red, lavender, orange, white and much more but those colors weren't really known by me.
Neither I wanted to know about them the moment when I was feeling difficult in breathing nor I wanted to lay down on the bed anymore for it felt as if I was being pressed by a huge rock on my entire body feeling extremely aching.
Then I realized that I had oxygen mask on my face but it was very annoying. I wanted to get up from the bed.
I took a deep breath before lifting myself but.....
I didn't move.
I tried again.
But ,
I couldn't move.
Taking another breath I looked around and then lifted my head up to look what was wrong only to see.... " what the fuck? ".....myself wrapped in bandages and plasters.
My heart started to thump loudly and then it started to hurt.
A chaos erupted around me as machines started to beep loudly making me feel unable to breath. Even the oxygen mask wasn't helping a tad bit.
Slowly, my vision started to blur.
But I heard a few voices.
Some hyperistic, some angry and one....worried.
" If anything happens to him then you all will die! " it said angrily yet worry dripped from it.
I remembered that voice.
I could easily notice that voice.
Deep, velvety and extremely masculine.
But I could not see him.
My eyes were giving up and so were my ears.
His voice started to fade.
He was saying something. I wanted to listen.
I wanted to hear him speak but his voice was fading away in the back of my head.
I....I wanted to listen him.
I........I......Ta-Tae~~~
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