You're My Light (Jikook/Kookmin)- COMPLETE

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Jungkook POV

My perspective shifted as I walked into the hospital room, catching the tail end of Hoseok’s admonishment. He had been feeling uneasy over the past couple of days, but it wasn’t anything he considered serious—just a fever, cough, and flu. Still, Hoseok’s insistence on getting checked out was hard to ignore, especially given their long-standing relationship.

"I told you to come yesterday, right?" Hoseok’s tone was firm but laced with concern. He’d been pressing me to visit, and though I felt fine, he couldn’t argue with Hoseok’s dedication to his well-being.

"Aish, Dr. Hyung, I’m okay. It’s just a fever, cough, and flu. There’s nothing to worry about," I replied with a slight chuckle, trying to downplay his symptoms. I knew Hoseok well—he was the son of a hospital director and had been around since childhood, thanks to his father’s friendship with my family.

Hoseok raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying the nonchalant attitude. "You know how these things can turn into something worse if not addressed early. I’m just doing my job."

I shook my head, a grin tugging at my lips. "Yeah, yeah. I appreciate it, really. But you know me—I don’t like making a fuss."

Hoseok’s demeanor softened slightly as he began the examination. "Well, if you insist on being stubborn, at least let me make sure everything’s alright."

I settled into the exam chair, feeling a mix of amusement and resignation. Despite my protests, I valued Hoseok’s concern. Our friendship meant a lot to me, and I understood that Hoseok’s insistence was rooted in genuine care. As Hoseok went through the motions of checking me over, I felt a sense of reassurance. It was good to know that even when I tried to downplay things, there were people who would look out for me, no matter what.

“Most patients will say they’re okay. Then when things get worse, it’s time to find a doctor and blame them for being slow to help. It’s bullshit,” Hoseok said, clearly frustrated but trying to mask it with a touch of humor.

I couldn’t help but laugh, trying to lighten the mood. “Wow, Hyung, I can report you for the rude words you’re using,” I teased. Hoseok could get so tense sometimes; he needed to learn to relax a bit.

Hoseok shot me a look, though there was a hint of a smile. “I’m just using bad words because you’re stubborn as hell. You need to understand that health is important. How do you expect to enjoy life when you’re sick all the time?”

I nodded, appreciating the concern behind Hoseok’s bluntness. “Alright, alright, I get it. I’ll try to take better care of myself. But you don’t have to get so worked up every time.”

Hoseok sighed, his expression softening as he continued with the check-up. “It’s not just about you, Jungkook. I care about all my patients. It’s my job to make sure you’re okay. Just promise me you’ll take this seriously.”

I smiled, acknowledging the weight of Hoseok’s words. “I promise. Thanks for looking out for me, Hyung.”

I chuckled at Hoseok Hyung’s nagging. It reminded me of Jimin—no, my ex. He was just like Hoseok Hyung: always talking, never quiet, and deeply concerned whenever I wasn’t feeling well. Jimin was the kind of person who would be by my side through thick and thin, and his worry for me often felt both comforting and overwhelming.

“Take this,” Hoseok Hyung said abruptly, tossing a face mask at me.

I frowned at his action, not entirely sure what to make of it. “Why the face mask?” I asked, slightly amused.

“You’re coughing, okay? You need to wear a face mask to prevent spreading your virus to more people, including me!” Hoseok Hyung said, his tone firm yet tinged with concern.

“Yah, Hyung! Even if you go to the hospital, you don’t have to pay. This is your hospital,” I retorted, trying to lighten the mood.

“Correction, it’s my father’s hospital. And for your information, Mr. Jeon, I still have to pay if I use the services here,” Hoseok clarified, sounding more serious.

“Yeah, right…” I mumbled, not entirely convinced.

“What do you mean with ‘yeah right’? Why does it sound like you’re annoyed?” Hoseok asked, sounding slightly irritated.

“I’m not!” I protested. “I’m not annoyed, just irritated. There’s a difference, right?”

Hoseok’s expression softened, but he still ushered me out of the examination room. “Hush… Out. You’re done here.”

As I left, I couldn’t help but chuckle. Despite his gruff exterior, Hoseok cared deeply, and his persistence was a reminder of how fortunate I was to have such people looking out for me.

Jimin POV

I waited in the hospital waiting area, feeling a mix of anticipation and fatigue. "Jiminie, you wait here. I want to go to the toilet," Namjoon Hyung had said, guiding me to a chair before heading off. Harabeoji was supposed to be with me, but he wasn’t feeling well and decided to rest at home. I couldn’t help but worry about his health. I wished he were always well; he’d be thrilled to hear that my eyes could be treated through surgery. I just needed to wait for the right donors.

Namjoon Hyung had been gone for a while, and my impatience grew. To pass the time, my fingers fidgeted with my favorite ring around my index finger. It was the only thing Jungkook had given me that I still kept close. As I twisted the ring absentmindedly, it suddenly slipped from my finger and fell to the floor with a soft clink.

“God, where is it?” I panicked, getting off the chair immediately. My hands fumbled desperately on the floor, trying to find the ring that had slipped off. The sudden pain shot through my hands as someone stepped on them, and I heard the clatter of something—maybe the ring or another object—falling.

“Jiminie… What are you doing?” Namjoon Hyung’s voice cut through my distress. I felt a wave of relief wash over me just hearing his voice.

“Hyung, my ring. My ring fell off, and I can’t find it. Help me…” I pleaded, my voice trembling. The ring was so important to me, a tangible connection to Jungkook. I needed to find it, no matter what.

Namjoon Hyung’s footsteps hurried over to me, and I felt his presence beside me. “Alright, Jiminie. I’m here. Let’s find it together.”

I felt Namjoon Hyung gently guiding my hands to search the floor, his calm and reassuring presence helping to steady my racing heart. After a few moments, his hand touched mine, and I felt the familiar shape of the ring being carefully placed back onto my finger.

“There we go,” he said softly. “I’ve got it. You’re okay now.”

I let out a sigh of relief, my hands still trembling slightly. “Thank you, Hyung. I was so worried.”

Namjoon Hyung patted my shoulder comfortingly. “Don’t worry, Jiminie. We’ll always find a way. Let’s get now.”

I realized I heard a noise or maybe someone had fallen, but I wasn’t sure. “Hyung, is someone or something around us?”

Namjoon Hyung responded, “Yeah, someone is here. He fell in front of you.”

My heart sank with embarrassment and concern. “I’m sorry, Mr. or Miss…” I stammered, unsure of who was in front of me. “I’m so sorry…” I offered a polite bow, trying to convey my sincere apologies despite not knowing who I was apologizing to.

“We’re sorry, sir,” Namjoon Hyung added, his voice filled with genuine regret.

“Oh, he’s a guy,” I realized after hearing Namjoon Hyung apologize on my behalf.

“Jiminie, let’s go. Harabeoji must be waiting for us.” Namjoon Hyung gently took my hand, his familiar grip guiding me. As we prepared to leave, I wanted to make sure I properly apologized to the man who had fallen.

“I’m sorry once again, sir…” I said, my voice sincere.

Namjoon Hyung and I made our way out of the area. I hoped that my apology had been heard and that the man was okay. Despite the awkward situation, I was grateful for Namjoon Hyung’s support and the reassurance of heading back to Harabeoji.