Smeraldo •|| J.JK

Chapter 14

Soomin's POV

It's been 2 hours since I went home. Classes were going to resume in 3 days and I groaned in frustration. But my mind still lingered aroung the hospital halls. For sure, Jungkook's surgery is ongoing.

"Soomin." My mom walked inside my room. I turned around to look at her and she placed the glass of water and pills down on my bedside table. I told her I have a headache and she thinks it's just stress. She sat down besidr me and hugged me tightly.

My mom still looked young. Her hair was cut into a short bob and she had a beautiful, calm and gentle face. Like you'd be comforted if you'll see her for the first time. I hugged her back sniffing in the scent of her clothes. She smelled nothing like the food she was cooking. She smelled like fresh mint and flowers.

"Tell me, what's the deal with that Jungkook boy?" She asked softly. I sighed against her shoulder.

"Mom. I think I'm in love with him." I mumbled. I waited for her response. I was her only daughter. And she can be really strict but she doesn't limit me to the point that I can't do anything anymore. But this time, I'm scared. Because now, it involves a boy.

"It's fine darling. I can tell he's a good boy. I just hope I'll get to meet him." My mom said and that's when I smiled and nudged my face to the crook of her neck.

A few minutes later, I pulled back and she left me alone in my room to drink my medicine. I was thinking of catching some sleep and just text Yoongi that I'll be back at the hospital later. I just couldn't take my headache anymore.

But after I texted Yoongi, he called me. I picked up my phone again and was greeted by his heavy breathing.

"Are you okay?" He asked concerned.

"Yupp. I just need sleep. My mom thinks I'm stressed. But I'll be there in a few." I said through the line as I played with the little stuffed animals in my room. It may seem kind of childlish but I find it cute. Plus, I think they keep me company.

"Good. The surgery is starting. I just feel worried for the both of you." Yoongi said almost as a mumble.

"Yeah I know. You don't have to worry about me. I'm fine. Jungkook is more important here." I said as the ache in my head started to die down.

"You're Jungkook's girl. Idiot of course I'll worry." He scoffed. I giggled because even if he called me an idiot, he still cares for me as a friend.

After a few short minutes, he dropped the call and I laid back down on my bed as my headache fades away. Wrapping myself with a blanket, I wished that I was wrapped inside Jungkook's arms. I felt I was warmer and safer there. Instead of being alone in this room.

Regret started to wash over me. I should've stayed and at least gave him a good memory to wake up to after his surgery. Instead, I left him feeling pissed. But I just don't like it when people think negatively. It only brings you down that up.

I curled up into a ball and closed my eyes as I thought of Jungkook's soft lips. The urge to kiss him was back in my veins and I tried to calm down. I'd give anything to kiss him again.

"You will." I reassured myself as I lulled myself to sleep and soon drifted off into a dreamless slumber.

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Yoongi picked me up from our house. My mom was gushing subtly in the kitchen at how good looking my friends were. I smiled at her and Yoongi managed to smile at my mom warmly because of her compliments. She bid us goodbye and told us to be careful on Yoongi's motorcycle.

"Where's your dad?" Yoongi asked while he was giving me the helmet I always wore. Yoongi bought a seperate helmet for me just in case he needs to pick me up. I smiled at his thoughtfullness.