Awestruck - A JiKook Story

Chapter 9: "When You Love Me"

"Ah, so you're finally awake," an unfamiliar lady's voice brought me back from the state of daydream. I breathed hastily once before I blinked my eyes several times to get a clear grasp on my surroundings.

On all four corners of my eyes were painted white. From what I could feel, I lay on a soft bed, wearing some sort of blue, airy clothes that was easy to move around. White sheets and covers layered over my slim body, making me feel warm like I was in a cocoon.

Getting familiar with the surroundings within seconds, I confirmed I was in an infirmary.

"Excuse me?"

"Park Jimin, right?"

The lady who was most likely a nurse asked. I don't know how she knew my name or whether she was pretending not to know me but I gave her a nod.

"Good. I know it must be very hard on you. I don't know much of celeb life, but I'm pretty sure you overdid more than needed."

I raised a brow. "I beg your pardon?"

She crossed her arms and looked at me like a mother who was pissed off at her child getting a B in his test.

"Mr. Park, it was lack of sleep. Not necessarily insomnia, but you surely haven't been taking a good 8 hours of sleep every night as far as the report said."

"Lack of sleep?" I repeated and suddenly a memory struck me. Yes, at that time when I was just done with the Boy in Luv Combeack performance, I remember staggering and limping like a drunkard. "So perhaps that means—"

"Yes, you fainted. Pretty badly."

Fainted.... 

I've never fainted in once in my goddamn hell of a life that it's a miracle that it actually happened with me too. I nearly found myself chuckle over me, which most likely weirded out the nurse.

"Um, miss, what's the time?"

"8:25pm. Thirty minutes went by when you passed out."

"Oh, I see."

"Okay, before I head out and give you some of the sleeping pills, which you may be in need of at times, I've got a letter for you."

"Letter?"

I almost wanted to laugh. Hey, this is the 21st century. You don't often expect people to send letters to each other nowadays. And who the hell knew I was in the infirmary.

"Don't worry. It's from one of your team members." The nurse answered matter-of-factly as of she had just peeked into my thoughts. Creepy.

Whatsoever, so it was from the members.

"Who gave it you?" I asked her before she could walk out of the door.

"I don't know the name but, uh," she thought for a while before continuing, "he was really handsome. Maybe cute. Maybe both. He's tall and has this cute smile that made my heart flutter..."

And I don't know how to react to it, but the nurse kept on babbling about how dreamy the guy was who wrote me this letter, constantly fantasizing about him to be her boyfriend or something and dreaming on going out on dates and ending up on a bed with him clearly took no time for my soul to abandon my body.
Thankfully, she just went off happily from the room before my soul could actually give up on me. God, that was scary...

Women are blessed with an extraordinary ability to imagine things is what I learned today. It's so extra+ordinary that I would not want to have it.

But I knew about whom she was talking about. It was too obvious not to know.

"From Jungkook," I read the name written at the back of the envelope.