𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

chapter sixty

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-#[Jungkook's pov]:[2 days later]:

My eyes stayed glued to her face, searching for any flicker, any sign that she was coming back to me. It's been two days. Two days, and her eyes haven't opened once.

The longer she stays like this, the more she scares me. Every second she has gone, it has broken another piece of me.

I reached for her hand, carefully, and wrapped my fingers around hers. I could hear the steady beep of the monitor, a sound that was supposed to be comforting, but her face... her face was so still.

It felt as if it wasn't just my fate but...even she was upset with me. She knows I can't see her like this. I know she does...I know she knows everything that I feel towards her and how much it hurts me.

Yet...she isn't waking up. Isn't even showing any signs...that she is at least listening to me.

"Are you... that angry with me, love?" The words scraped out of my throat, raw and broken.

How long are you...going to punish me...?

My eyes were unwilling to move from her. And there was this feeling inside...deep and raw. Guilt? Yes.

I couldn't help but blame myself and how could I not blame myself? This was all my fault.

She would have been safe, she would have been whole, if it weren't for me. All I've ever brought her is pain, even when I never meant to.

I had failed.

I failed to protect her. I failed to keep my promises. I failed to protect... our child.

I believed the lies which I shouldn't have, not even for a second. I believed she wanted to leave me, when all she ever did was wait for me to reach her.

I brought her hand to my forehead, leaning into her touch, but her skin felt cool and lifeless.

"Please... just get up. Enough of this silent treatment. Yell at me. Scream. Hit me. Do whatever you want, but just... get up. Please. Please, just open your eyes."

The tears came then, hot and helpless, tracing paths down my face. My hands shook as I held onto hers.

The thought of losing her was too heavy to carry. I've already lost everyone who ever meant anything to me.

My parents. My grandfather. My child.

And as if that wasn't enough...life had now brought me back to my knees again. It had thrown me back into the position again.

A position where...the only person I couldn't imagine a life without was fighting for her life right before my eyes. And I? And...I couldn't do anything.

Nothing at all but just helplessly watch her struggle and suffer through the pain. Like my wife was right here, right before my eyes and so close to me but still somewhere I couldn't reach.

She isn't just my wife. She's my lifeline. I won't survive if she's gone. Death feels so much better than even imagining a life without her.

Whoever's writing this story for me... I've never asked you for a thing. Not once.

But today I'm begging you. I'm on my knees before you. Please, give her back to me. Give my love back to me. You can take everything else. Just don't take her away from me.