bad boy | jjk ✔️

twenty two.

your pov

We weren't official yet, but it had felt like it. The instagram posts, all the kissing—all of that makes me blush just thinking of it.

I was waiting for it to be official, and if not, then I'll ask him myself. Men don't have to do everything. Maybe I'll just ask him straight up, or plan a date. I smiled at that.

It has been a week since I've woken up from the coma and they still have me under supervision. Not the doctors, but mostly Jungkook—he has hawk eyes. Sometimes, he'd even slip in a kiss or two.

Okay, maybe a lot of kisses.

Jungkook has been taking a lot more care of himself, going home and sleeping while also showering. The only con was that he'd go home very late and come back very early. I wonder how he even got in when it isn't visiting hours.

Luckily, today I get discharged from the hospital and I've never felt so excited to go back home, or whatever it is now.

I just wanted to be back in the environment that I had gotten so used to.

I missed mother nature, too. They didn't let me get out of bed much, not wanting me to open the wound. Even Jungkook and his muscly self wouldn't help me.

Oh look at the grass, trees, and the beautiful blue sky! My reaction was like if I'd seen my favorite kpop star. Well, I don't have one because Jungkook is already a star to me.

I told them that my legs were fine and that I could walk, but it was 2:1 since my doctor and Jungkook agreed that I should. I was wheeled out on a wheelchair, directed by Jungkook of course. He demanded that he'd wheel me out since he wasn't sure if the nurses are "trustworthy".

"My legs work, Jungkook!" I exclaimed as I lifted my right leg up high.

"Don't do that, you're going to get injured," he pouted. My heart fluttered, but I couldn't show him that. So instead, I just crossed my arms.

We talked a lot about the accident throughout the week while I was in the hospital. I kept telling him that it wasn't his fault and that it was my decision to push him out of the way, but his stubbornness wouldn't accept my answer.

I know he still feels bad, but I'm okay now.

My thoughts were interrupted as one of Jungkook's arm went under my knees and the other behind my back—lifting me up.

I slapped his arm, "I said I can walk!"

"Let me take care of you." He grinned, placing me on the seat and pecking my lips a few times. He walked around the car and slipped into the drivers' seat.

"Wanna be my girlfriend?" All I could hear was it echoing, but it was vivid. Did he just ask me out?

My head shot to face him—it was so fast that I'll probably feel the pain of whiplash tomorrow. "Huh?" I asked, clueless.

"I asked, do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Hmm, I don't know." I placed my hand under my chin, stroking it as if I was thinking.

"It was probably too soon again." Jungkook sighed, looking out the window at a red light.

"I'm kidding! Of course I'll be your girlfriend." I smiled as his frown turned upside down.

"I would kiss you right now but my hands are a little full." He said, pointing his eyes to the steering wheel and our intertwined hands.

I leaned over and pecked his cheek and his immediate response was a bunny smile.