(im gonna use omma appa because mom and dad doesn't really fit in this scene. i hope it doesn't make you cringe. as the story is already cringy.)
"omma,appa. oh my god are you okay?" suddenly a boy, around our age, i mean he wears high school uniform? wait is he our child. we have a child?!
his nametag. "taehyung-ah. we're fine." i said, obviously not sounding like a mother should. "they saved our lives." i pointed to our bodies.
"omma? are you sure you're okay?" he doubts. do i look not okay to you? "you always call me tae. you never calls me taehyung."
i look at Jungkook, signaling for help.
"omma is a little bit tired, tae" Jungkook accidentally spoke in a busan dialect. fuck this shit. just act like nothing happened please. this is getting really awkward.
"okay, then. omma appa can discharge tomorrow. don't worry, i've pay for the bills. i mean, with your money though." he smiles. he is so cute. like how should i see him as my child? he is literally the same age as me.
"tae? can you bring our clothes tonight?" i ask him, so we can wear something other than these green hospital clothes.
"sure, sure." he nods and leaves the room.
"he is so handsome." i told Jungkook. i can't keep it to myself. "i know its wrong but i think i have a crush on him."
"yah yah.. then, what about me?" he widened his eyes.
"what about you?" i tease him.
"i'm your old time biggest crush. you can't move on that easily."
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(his face isn't jungkook as they already changed body but this is his expression)
"i'm kidding. relax. you're still my crush. or should i say husband?" i cracked up at the thought of he is my husband, wait he is not, but technically, he is.
