Blind || BTS Jungkook

Chapter 32: Psychotic

Warning: Depictions of physical violence ahead...

Aeri's POV

It was noon the next day. Soon, the doctors and surgeons will be taking Jungkook into the operating room.

I sat on the bed with him, holding his hands as he was nervous.

"I'm scared," he said. And I could feel his hands trembling after he said that.

I squeezed his hands and said, "Don't be... I'll be here with you after the surgery. And then you'll get to see me just like you've always wanted." I hugged him, and deeply sighed as I was scared of the surgery as well. However, I was more optimistic about the surgery. I believed in the surgeons to fix his eyes, and most importantly, I believed in Jungkook.

He still hasn't known about me being pregnant. I planned to tell him about it after his surgery. It would also be very obvious when he sees me with a big and round belly, unless he sees it as me being fat. I was sure he'd be happy when he finds out about our baby.

Jungkook began to place his hands on my cheeks. I stared at him in the eyes while he was feeling my face. He said in a soft voice, "I can't wait to see you."

I pulled a smile on my face, and said, "I can't wait for you to see me, too."

I looked at his beautiful eyes, his nose, then, his lips. Then, I inclined my face toward his, and pressed my lips against his lips. He dropped his hands from my cheeks and kissed me back, holding tightly onto my hands. The room was gushed with silence as we continued kissing, our breaths mingling between each kiss.

The silence in the room was broken as soon as the door swung open. I instantly pulled away from Jungkook and looked over at the door. It was the doctor. I guess he saw us kissing as he looked away awkwardly and began stuttering, "I- I'm sorry... uh- it's time to bring Jungkook to the operating room."

I felt my cheeks burn in embarrassment. I lowered my head and turned back to look at Jungkook. "You ready?" I queried.

He gave out a short chuckle and said, "Ne, I'm ready."

Doctors dragged his hospital bed out of the room and brought him to the front doors of the operating room.

The surgeons allowed a couple of minutes for us to talk before they take him away into the operating room. I stood at his bedside and looked at him as he laid on his bed. Jungkook was squeezing my hand tightly, his hands were trembling. Then, he said to me cutely, "You'll be waiting for me?"

I smiled and nodded. "Ne, don't worry. I'll be waiting for you out here..."

"Ok," he said, pulling an optimistic smile on his face.

"I love you, Jungkook-ah," I broke in, and leaned all the way down to him giving him a quick kiss on the head.

The surgeons signaled me that it was time. So, I said to him one last time with a tight smile on my face, "Good luck, Kookie."

He smiled, squeezing my hand one last time. I squeezed his hand in return, then I soon had to let go of his hand as the surgeons slowly pushed his bed into the operating room. My eyes trailed after him as they brought him into the room. And that was my last glimpse of him as the doors to the room closed on me.

Good Luck...

I turned around, and made my way to settling myself on a chair beside the operating room. I planned to sit there and wait for him when he gets out of the operating room. Doctors told me that it would take at least three hours for the surgery to be done. I'll be waiting...