Lover

23] 7 November 2019 (1)

Taehyung's pov:

Jungkook wanted to tell me something.

But the very fact that he got to know about me having his diaries was another level of shock. I could still not know how he knew about this but now could I do something about it?

All of the things written in his diaries indicated to one thing.  That is , he never hated me nor wanted to hate me but he was waiting for a time when things could get better on their own which — was a little illogical.

He wanted us to get better but he wasn't doing anything for that. Rather , his cold behavior towards me had started to ruin things further.

But now , when he talked to me — it felt nice for the first time in years. It was like , finally God had accepted me as his child and was now drizzling a little mercy over me.

His hateful eyes , ignores , cold glares and uninterested talks always pushed me towards a cliff and maybe I was close enough to fall when his behavior started to get softer.

Even if I was caught , I was happy. He wanted to speak to me. He wanted to tell me something and most importantly – wasn't angry or upset because of my hands on his diaries without his permission but then...... he looked hesitant.

There were things Jungkook wanted to say and I could see that speaking about them was troubling him yet when he was about to talk the doctor called me only to reveal greatest of the great news.

When the doctor called , I walked away from Jungkook because that idiot of a surgeon had no brains and I didn't want Jungkook to hear anything bad or demotivating because of his condition.

" W-What did the doctor say? " Jungkook asked after I walked inside the room sliding my phone back into the pocket.

He looked hesitant and nervous with his eyes dull and scared.

Oh Boy!

" Don't worry dear. Its nothing that's serious moreover a good thing. " I smiled at his innocent eyes. Jungkook had really changed within these days. " He said that your recovery is getting better than previous time. Your body is now functioning good and now there are great chances of you walking soon. "

Relief yet unsettling features cascaded his face as he asked , " And? "

" Huh? "

" D-Did he say something else? "

" No. But was he supposed to? " I asked.

" I.....don't know. " He hesitated out.

" Jungkook. " I called out when the silence started to bug loudly. He was thinking about something. Morelike debating and struggling over it because his eyes were restless.

His gaze remained unchanged and wandering before he finally spoke in a muffled voice.

" Taehyung. " When was the last time he called my name like that? — I didn't remember.

" Yes? "

" Bring the diaries. "

THUMP

".............."

" Now. " He voiced out sternly.

I stared at him for a good minute. Why would he want me to do that ? Not that anything was hidden but then why to be so raw and ask for it?

Nonetheless, I obliged standing up and went into the other side ‐ The glass room - before coming back with all his diaries. Looking down , my eyes rested onto the only one which was left to read – which had his journals of this year. Whatever had changed in him in this year still remained a secret from me because I couldn't read it before he asked for them.

Guilt was taking over me because of how secretly I was reading his heart and mind without his permission so I let this year be the mystery only to feel a little empty and curious.

" Now what? " I asked acting like a prisoner asking for directions.

" Sit. " He said through his oxygen mask.

I did.

" Now? "

" Now......." he took the heaviest exhale of his life before uttering out , " Open page where is 7 November."

What?

It was last year.

Right now it's March . Four months after our marriage anniversary. 6th November was the day we got married and 7th November was the day he wrote about us here , quite heartwarming but why did he want me to open the date just after our marriage anniversary?

" Open , Taehyung. I finally have the courage. Don't make me hesitate over i-it. " What......was that supposed to mean?

" What are you saying? " I asked but all I got was a silent stare.

Breathing , I obeyed him because I could see him getting paller by each passing second.

I turned the new yet musky scented pages. They smelled awfully good and as I reached the page , he visibly shifted in his place.

" Hey , don't move. " I placed the diary aside holding him in place. " Just read it. "

His tone weak and struggling. Heart rate increasing and falling. He was again getting worked up. " Relax. " I spoke softly.

" I can't. " He muttered. " Just read it Taehyung. "

I sighed at his stubborn behavior. Why couldn't he ever be calm ? Why to always rush things and act reckless?

Picking up the diary back , I went for the page again and when finally I reached their , his face went worse.

" Do you really want me to read it? " I asked,  concerned of his condition but also curious on what had happened that day that I wasn't aware of. Why was he acting all screwed and unrelaxed.

" Fucking read it , you bastard! " He gritted out making my eyes go wide in shock. Jungkook was getting pissed.

" Okhaay. " I chuckled at his frantic behavior. His scare long gone , replaced by anger and boil.

" Stay calm. " I said and laid my eyes on his beautiful handwriting.

And started reading..........