NADO SARANGHAE

Part 9 ♡

The dimly lit corridors of the hospital, bathed in the soft, ethereal glow of the midnight moon casting its gentle beams through the glass windows, seemed to whisper secrets as the two souls, their hearts racing with anticipation, sat in the quiet hospital waiting area. Yn's eyes, a kaleidoscope of emotions, swirled with uncertainty and nervousness as she struggled to decipher the depth of Jungkook's piercing gaze, his intense stare pinning her like a butterfly on a specimen slide.

The air was thick with unspoken words, a silent understanding that hung precariously between them like a fragile thread, threatening to snap at any moment. The only sound was the soft hum of machinery and the distant beeps of monitors, punctuated by the occasional creak of the hospital's ancient wooden chairs.

As the tension mounted, Yn's voice trembled slightly as she broke the silence, her words barely above a whisper. "Mr. Jeon?" she emphasized softly, her eyes locked on Jungkook's as she waited for some sign of response, some hint of what lay beneath his enigmatic gaze.

Jungkook's POV:

As I gazed down at the petite figure sitting in front of me, my mind was consumed by a sense of paternal concern and protective instinct. I couldn't help but think about how fragile and delicate she was, like a rare pearl that needed to be shielded from the harsh realities of the world. 

Her nervous state of mind was palpable, and I found myself captivated by the way her eyes darted between the floor and me, her doe eyes sparkling with a mixture of anxiety and vulnerability.

Each fleeting glance she cast my way seemed to pierce my heart, sending my pulse racing even faster. My thoughts were a jumbled mix of worry and longing, as I struggled to reconcile my desire to comfort and protect her with the overwhelming sense of uncertainty that had been plaguing me.

But as I stood there, lost in thought, Yn's soft voice broke the spell, addressing me with a gentle tone that sent shivers down my spine. "Mr. Jeon?" she whispered, her eyes locking onto mine with an unspoken plea for reassurance.

The world around us seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us suspended in a moment of fragile intimacy. I felt my heart skip a beat as I met her gaze, the weight of our unspoken connection hanging precariously in the balance.

The jolt of my sudden reaction to Yn's words was a subtle one, but it was enough to break the spell that had been cast over me. I blinked slowly, my mind clearing of the haze that had clouded my thoughts. As I looked down at Yn, her whisper-soft words and robotic tone, usually a hallmark of her professionalism, were somehow transformed into a sweet, endearing quality that made my heart skip a beat.

My eyes lingered on her face, drinking in the sight of her delicate features, her doe-like eyes shining with a mixture of vulnerability and curiosity. I couldn't help but smile inwardly at the thought of this poised, professional woman reduced to a "baby voice" around me. It was a humbling reminder that even the most guarded and reserved individuals can reveal their true selves in the most unexpected moments.