Jungkook's POV

Jimin has been in a coma for almost a month now, there hasn't been a single day where I haven't seen him at least once. Most days I wake up way earlier than I ever used to just to be able to visit him before school. Then I'd rush to hospital again after school and stay with him until they kicked me out.

On the weekends I would spend all day there, and sometimes there was this one nurse who would get me free food and drink, and even let me stay over night.

I miss him so much.

I've been around Jimin more while he's unconscious than I have when he's awake.

And this month of seeing him laying there, almost lifeless, made me realise how much I really am in love with him.

This isn't just some high school fling, or some stupid crush.

Seeing him pretty much dead except for the rise and fall of his otherwise non moving body, makes me realise that I never want this fragile boy to ever be hurt again.

It makes me realise that I want to protect him for as long as I live.

It makes me realise that I need to spend the rest of my life with him.

And that's why, while I was in the middle of a Science exam at School, when my phone went off as a message from the hospital came through, I didn't hesitate to drop everything, grab my bag, and sprint out of the building.

Jimin was moving.

They thought he was waking up.

Jimin's coming back...

My heart was pounding and my entire body shook as I rushed into the hospital, not even letting the lady at the desk know who I was or where I was going, because by now, everyone already knew.

I knew my way to Jimin's hospital room better than I knew my way round my own house, so by the time I reached it it had only been 7 minutes since they sent me the message.

"Jungkook? You got here fast..." that same nice nurse was waiting with Jimin's still sleeping body in the room.

"Is he actually waking up?" I asked, not taking my eyes off the boy who, as they'd informed me, was twitching every now and then ever so slightly.

"We think so, this is the most he's moved in the month he's been in this state. We just have to be patient, the other doctors were telling me that maybe if someone he knows or loves started talking to him it might speed up the process." The nurse explained.

I immediately sat in the chair beside his bed and held his hand, "Jimin, baby, wake up for me hey? You've been asleep long enough now don't you think...? Everyone's so worried about you, Taehyung got you a card to give you when you're awake, it's so cute, everyone signed it... We all miss you so much Jiminie, please wake up now..."

He did start to stir a little more as I spoke to him, but it didn't seem to be working...

Is this a sign that he doesn't actually love me...?

"Uh... Have you tried getting his parents in, maybe that would work better." I mumbled to the nurse as my eyes watered a little, "Jungkook..." she sighed and I knew she felt bad, "yes, we have, they should be here soon. But keep trying Jungkook, I'll leave you alone." She smiled sympathetically at me before grabbing her clipboard and leaving the room.

I wiped my eyes a little and looked back at Jimin.

"Jiminie? I love you... You know that yeah? And you love me too right? Please wake up for me..." I yawned as I spoke to him and rested my head on the soft sheets he laid on.

Before I even knew it I was asleep.

Jimin's POV

Darkness...

I don't know where I am, I feel like I'm deaf, and blind, and paralysed.

I hate this feeling.

I barely remember anything.

I'm so confused.

But I have felt this way for so long now that I can tell something is changing.

Something isn't the same.

I feel heavier now, and it's like everything's blurry, but at least there's something rather than nothing.

I can feel that my eyelids are closed, but no matter how hard I try to pry them open it makes no difference.

I can hear that somebody is talking to me, but no matter how hard I try to listen, it just sounds like an unknown murmur.

I can feel pressure on my hand, I know someone is holding it... But who...?

As things become less blurry I hear multiple voices.

I know none of them are the same voice as before.

I want to move, to show them I'm here, can they even see me?

"He's definitely stirring more now, he'll wake up any moment."

Are they talking about me?

"What about him though, should we wake him up?"

Who are they talking about now...?

Who even are they?

"He needs rest, just focus on Jimin."

"Come on sweetie, wake up now."

Eomma...?

Since I know there's no hope in prying open my eyelids I try sensing for other things I can begin to move.

My fingers, I start to move them slightly.

I don't even know if they're really moving...

"I need to get his doctor, he's waking up, we will need to check his vitals once he comes to."

So they can see me moving,

I try my eyes once more.

My eyelids open and close, only slightly, and very slowly.

"Jiminie?"

"E-E-Eom-ma?"

Once my eyelids were finally open and they stayed that way, the blurry images I saw started to clear up.

"Oh Jimin you're awake!" My Mother squealed and I saw the tears falling down her face before she engulfed me in a hug.

I attempted to hug her back but as I tried to lift my hand I realised someone was still holding it.

My Step-Dad was standing behind my mother smiling sadly at me and my mother was hugging me, so who was holding my hand.

As she let go I looked down.

My eyes went huge at what I saw and my head begun to spin.

Before I could ask any questions the boy holding my hand opened his eyes slowly and looked up at me.

"Jimin-Ah?" He grinned widely as tears gathered in his eyes, he stood up but I ripped my hand from his.

Jungkook's POV

I frowned as Jimin looked at me in fear and confusion, "Jiminie?" I asked quietly and let a tear fall from my eye.

"Jungkook...? Why are you here?" He questioned and my heart squeezed in my chest.

Our conversation was cut short as doctors entered the room and immediately begun tests on Jimin.

Myself and his parents were led outside to sit and wait.

After around 10 minutes the nice nurse came out to talk to us.

"I'm afraid we have some bad news, Jimin is suffering from retrograde amnesia. Fortunately his medial temporal lobe was only damaged slightly in the crash, anymore and he could have lost years of his memory. However, he doesn't remember the last 4 months of his life. If anything important occurred during that time, I'm sorry to say he won't remember that it ever happened."

My heart stopped.

That's why he was so afraid.

4 months ago now I was probably beating him somewhere around School.

"Jungkook, He has asked for us not to let you back inside, I'm sorry, do you have any idea of why he would ask this?" The nurse then addressed me and I nodded slowly with tears pouring down my cheeks.

"Four moths ago he hated me, I bullied him, horribly... I was an awful person and that's all he ever knew of me, until things changed... But none of that ever happened for him..." I sobbed slightly and everyone looked sympathetically at me.

"I'm so sorry Jungkook." His mother mumbled and I looked up to her in confusion, "you're not mad I was horrible to him?" I asked and she shook her head.

"Well, I'm mad you used to be horrible to him, but that's the past, and we can all see how much you love him now. I live by the motto, "Yesterday was the past and today is a gift, that's why they call it the present", so make the most of what happens now, four moths ago doesn't matter anymore." She explained and I smiled sadly, "it does to him." I cried even more but ushered for them to go in and see him.

They're his parents they don't need to be worrying about me.

As much as it pained me, I looked through the window one more time, I saw him smiling with his parents and it made me smile with him.

But as I turned away I knew that it was best for him to just live his life without me.

I only hurt him through most of what he doesn't remember anyway, sure there were some good times, and those good times were amazing.

But I forced him to change, I forced him to be someone he never wanted to be.

So maybe if I left him alone this time, he could still be him, and maybe he would still become friends with everyone else at school who loves him.

Maybe this is what should have happened.

The way it should be.

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A.N.

Aghhh I'm so sorry if you guys are mad at me for this, I've never been able to make sad stories before because I hate sadness but I wanted to try it and I promise you now I will NEVER make a sad story again.

This is not the end of the book at all, I've still got a lot more to go and I promise you it won't be a sad ending.

Please bare with me for the updates, School is super stressful right now cause I'm doing exam preparation and stuff so I'm sorry if I'm slow.

Thank you for reading I hope you liked it!

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