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—#[a day later: Jungkook's pov]:
Her weight in my arms was familiar and heartbreakingly light. I carried her through the quiet house, her body curled against my chest. She didn't resist, didn't adjust her position.
She just… existed, her arms looped around my neck out of reflex, not feeling.
Her face was turned into my shirt, her expression still that terrifying, hollow mask from the hospital.
No change.
My eyes kept dropping to her, searching for any flicker, any sign that she recognized where she was. Anything. But there was nothing.
Since the doctor confirmed what her body already knew, she had sealed herself in a tomb of silence. Not a single word. It was a quiet so deep and so absolute it felt louder than any scream. It was shredding what was left of my heart.
I pushed the bedroom door open with my foot and stepped inside. My breath hitched in my chest, the air catching on a memory so sharp it was a physical pain.
Four months, twenty-one days, fifteen minutes.
That wasn't the count of her coma. It was the count of every second she had been gone from this room.
From me.
A meticulously torturous tally of the separation caused by lies I was too blind to see. I had counted the days since she walked out, each one a fresh hell.
And now, after all that time, she was finally home. In our room. The place I had ached for her to return to every single one of those endless days.
But the woman in my arms wasn't the woman who had left. She was now like a ghost, returned to a haunted house.
The only difference between now and the coma was that her eyes were open. They were just… empty, staring through our ceiling at some private nightmare.
I swallowed down the thick, guilty ache in my throat and crossed the room. Gently, so gently, as if apologizing with every movement, I lowered her onto her side of our bed.
The mattress dipped under her slight weight. She didn't look at the pillows she’d chosen, the duvet she loved, the book still on her nightstand from the last night she’d slept here. She just stared.
My hands trembled as I pulled the sheets up over her, tucking her in like something precious and fragile that I had broken beyond repair. The doctor had argued. He said she should stay under observation.
But I couldn't leave her there. I couldn't let a cold hospital room be her world after I had finally, finally gotten her back. I’d hired the best private medical team money could find. They would live here, in our home, until she was better.
This wasn't just about comfort. It was a desperate attempt to fix what I had broken. It was about her safety.
A hospital was a public place, full of strangers and vulnerabilities.
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