It’s been a couple of weeks since Jungkook was shot, and I have been at the hospital with him every minute.
Jin, J-Hope, Suga, RM and Jimin keep trying to get me to go home, by saying that they will come get me in a couple of hours or so, but I wouldn’t listen to them.
I’m too scared that I will lose Kookie, if I leave.
“I don’t want to leave Kookie-ah.” I said, every time they try to get me to leave. “What if something bad happens, and I’m not here. I would hate myself forever, if I wasn’t there to help him.
” Jungkook and I would talk late into the night, trying to take both of our thoughts away from the fact, that we were nearly separated forever.
“What happened to J-Jackson?” Jungkook whispered, as the silence wore on. I balled my fist that was resting on his bed, and he placed his hand over mine.
“He was arrested.” I said coldly. “But he deserved worse.” I looked down, tears starting to form in my eyes. “He almost killed you Kookie-ah. I wouldn’t have been able to live without you.
” Jungkook grabbed my face, and made me look at him, as he wiped away the tears that began to fall.
“But I’m here now.” He whispered. “I won’t leave now.”