Jk's POV:
I've had trouble adjusting to these new feeling s if mine. They kill me every time I thought no of her. Even worse than that we're going through hurricane season so the goddamn powers out.
If you can imagine my mind is preoccupied by these thoughts, memories. I'm a complete different person than I was back then but in the same body...a crippled body.
Memories of my hands all over her soft, tan, silky skin fade out the others. Her moaning my name repeatedly, over and over like a repeating pattern. My head starts to to fall back as my eyes roll all over the place. She gave me the most fear, yet she made me feel so free.
I'm stopped in my thoughts when I hear the door behind me open. "Kookie?.." it's her, it's (Y/N). "Are you okay? I brought you some food from the chefs, they said I could if I didn't tell anyone that there's actually food" "enough (Y/N)!..". The room fell silent with shock.
"Jungkookie? Are you okay? What happened"
"Why didn't you tell me"
"Tell you what?"
"That...we-we..."
I could tell she knew what I was talking about. A strange "oh no" feelings was scraping my lungs and I soon felt like I couldn't breath.
"I'm so sorry, I felt like if I told you then you would...well...you would break..."
"It hurts worse than if you did tell me"
"I'm so sorry"
I heard her breath jerk into the back of her throat when she said that. I wheeled my wheelchair around to look at her. She was sitting on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands. Her back was jumping as her breath came in un-even blows.
"I am so sorry kookie....I didn't mean to hurt you like this...I just wanted to protect you from-"
"You wanted to protect me from myself...I've done such horrible things"
"No! No no no you were a good person"
"You never knew?"
It felt as if I was sharing memories with another person, one who was much worse than me.this other person was a murderer. We had such different thoughts. For me if you love someone you love them and that's true love even if the other doesn't love you back. For him well...it's completely different.
At this moment a nurse had walked in and saw that (Y/N) was crying. "What's wrong sweetheart?" The nurse put a hands on her back. "Nothing..." (Y/N) looked at me with sorrow in her eyes. She somehow had a way of telling me things with her eyes. She had said "sorry for hurting you, I'll leave you alone now" with her eyes before she got up and left.
My hand reached out to her but it was to late and the door had already closed. I shot my head down to the floor and traced the cracks of the tile on the floor before the nurse spoke. These next few words that were spoken into the quiet air were words that could kill 1000 men.
"Isn't that the patient that's dying of cancer?"
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𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓽 || 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
Fanfiction(Y/n)s life is threatened by a black marketeer Min Yoongi who had adopted her just to feed his bank account. When the two seemingly get along well things sink a lot deeper. As she runs away from her problems with the man of her dreams Jeon Jungkook...
