Who? (Jungkook FF)

Chapter 114

         Jungkook gently places me in the passenger seat, his movements careful, almost tender. Once I'm settled, he reclines the seat back, giving me room to relax.

I sigh, keeping my eyes closed, too drained to protest.

He steps away, heading to the trunk. A moment later, he returns with a blanket and drapes it around me, tucking it snugly. His palm presses lightly against my forehead, checking for a fever. The warmth of his touch is strangely comforting.

Then, without a word, he fastens my seatbelt, his actions efficient and deliberate.

I hear him walk around to the driver's side, the door opening and closing with a quiet thud. The car hums to life as he starts driving.

Minutes pass, and slowly, I feel strength returning. My head clears, and my eyes flutter open. I glance at him, his focus fixed on the road ahead.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask, my voice weak but laced with curiosity.

He spares me a quick glance, his hand reaching over to ruffle my hair lightly. "You okay? We're going to the hospital," he says simply.

I frown, a spark of irritation flaring within me. "Did I ask to leave the dinner and go to the hospital?"

He doesn't respond, keeping his attention on the road. The silence feels deliberate, like he's refusing to engage in an argument.

"You're so evil," I mutter under my breath.

At that, he glances at me briefly, his tone calm and measured. "What's wrong with you, babe?"

"You shouldn't make decisions for me," I snap, my voice trembling with emotion.

He exhales, his grip on the steering wheel tightening just slightly. "So you want me to leave you there, dying?"

"That's none of your business," I retort stubbornly.

"Your everything, especially your life, is my business," he says, his voice calm and steady, completely unaffected by my attempt to argue. It's as if my frustration rolls off him, insignificant against his unwavering resolve.

I fall silent, my gaze drops to my lap, and I feel a hot tear slip down my cheek. I brush it away quickly, hoping he doesn't notice.

He doesn't want me to live longer out of love—no, it's so he can continue to torment me. Jungkook is so cruel. So utterly, heartbreakingly cruel.

          I lie in the hospital bed, the IV needle taped to my arm. It feels unnecessary—I'm not even that sick. This is such an exaggeration.

Outside the room, Jungkook is talking to the doctor.

"What's wrong with her?" he asks, his voice steady but laced with concern.

The doctor responds and just for Jungkook to hear.

After a pause, Jungkook's voice lowers. "Keep it to yourself. Don't let her know," he says firmly.

After some time, the door opens, and Jungkook steps inside.

I roll my eyes. He left me here for 20 minutes. Where the heck was he? Probably outside on the phone with some other girl.

"You feeling better?" he asks, his voice calm as he walks closer.

I don't answer, turning my head away in irritation.

"I brought you porridge," he says, holding up a food bag. "You didn't eat much during dinner."

It's only then that I notice the bag in his hand. He begins unpacking it on the table beside me, the warm aroma filling the room. My heart softens despite my earlier frustration.