Address: My Annoying Housemate | ksj

𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝑴𝒆?

-𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝.

"Prepare for her surgery. Quick! She's losing a lot of blood." the doctor pressed the venturi mask on her face even tighter.

Seokjin held her hand, kneeling down in front of the stretcher and pressed it against his cheek. "Please Eunseo .. please.. don't leave me.. don't leave me alone.. how will I survive without you.. please, love.. don't do this to me." The tears were neverending. He couldn't cry enough when he looked at that unconscious, pale yet beautiful face of the woman he loved the most.

However he was relieved that the bleeding stopped. Her face was clean and fresh unlike some minutes ago. It confused him why the doctors were saying she was losing blood.

"Stay strong.. for me.. hm? I love you.. you're my strong Little Peanut right?"

Waiting outside the operation theater felt like the hardest task to him. Not knowing what she was going under. Would she be okay? What if... Just what if she couldn't make it?

Seokjin wouldn't be Seokjin anymore if something unfortunate like that happened.

He approached the doctor, asking what her condition was. However the doctor again ignored him and kept talking with the fellows about moving her to the intensive care unit.

'ICU..? Is it that bad..?'

"Did she seriously try to commit suicide?" The gossips of the nurses caught his attention next. A clear reminder that she really did..

"Yeah.. she probably knew antidepressants would cause the internal bleeding.." the other one replied shrugging.

"Damn.. she must've been so depressed that she chose a painful way of death.." those words were arrow to Seokjin's heart. But he had to stay strong.. for himself, for his love.

His frown only deepened when he found her head bandaged. Why would they cover her head when it had nothing to do with what happened to her?

Hours passed, and Seokjin just kept on staring at her face. He would smile in pain often. even in her slumber, she looked like the prettiest girl to him. Her hand felt small in his.

Despite the circumstances, he found a different kind of peace being with her. His love toward her grew to never end.

"Is it painful?" He whispered, caressing her head.

"Not anymore... I have you with me.." her raw voice echoed in the air.

"Forgive me... I know I'm so shameless to be asking this myself.. but please.." he sighed.

"I forgave you.. really I did.."

"You didn't... Why would you do it otherwise?"

"....just because... because I don't have the potential to lead a life.. It gets harder for me every new day.. I'm too weak to suffer more.. to endure.. so I just decided to end it all.."

Where was her voice coming from by the way?

"You're wrong.. you're totally mistaken.. you're the strongest woman I've ever seen.. it's not the only way you know? There are much better ways.. and... If you think you don't have anyone.. then.. then.. let me be someone for you.. I know I don't deserve you.. I know I broke your trust.. Even asking this is shameful.. But what do I do? What else do I do? I need you so bad in my life.. If I have to me selfish for that I'm ready to be! I'm. I'm ready to do anything..."