Yoon

I woke up to the bright sunlight running through the curtain as it was a bit divided. I squinted my eyes a bit and saw a dark brown hair in front of me. I realize that Jungkook were now hugging me with his head placed against my chest. I smile a little and shut my eyes back.

"Yoon."

"Hm?"

"You're awake?"

"Why am I even answering you?"

"Well, good morning, wifey."

I secretly rolled my eyes under my hooded eyes. I can feel him distancing his head from my chest and look up at me.

"You still look beautiful."

He mutter and lightly peck my lips without me knowing. I opened my eyes and stare at his dark orbs with him grinning at me.

"Get your ass up quickly. We have to go to the hospital."

I said but he snuggled on my chest even more, pulling me in his ever so tight hug.

"Thank you for taking care of me."

He mutter against my skin and kiss my collarbone before he decided to get up and clean himself. I watched him getting in the bathroom and start wondering.

Why is he like this? Why is he thanking me a lot? Why is he giving me a lot of kisses which he rarely do?

I kept on staring at the bathroom door and then sit upright, leaning my back against the headboard. My mind were flooded with different types of questions that need to be answer only by him.

I then hug myself with my knees attached on my chest and buried my face on it. I kept on sighing loudly.

"Yoon?"

I heard his voice. I lazily look up to him. He was only on his towel, showing his abs. Pft, shirtless bastard.

"What?"

"What's wrong?"

"What is wrong?"

"You look troubled. Why?"

"You."

"Why me?"

"You're making me turned on. Fucking wear your shirt, asshole."

"Oh really?"

He leaned his face closer to me and grabbed my hand, placing it on his well build chest. Fuck this mofo.

"Should we have a very very very nice time here, right now?"

He asked in a very seductive voice and kept on leaning closer. I smirked at him. He was currently pinning me against the headboard and his face were less than an inch from mine.

"Are you wet right now?"

He asked and I saw a mischievous smirk formed on his lips. When he was about to kiss me, I pinched his nipples. He jumped backwards and hugged himself.

"Wear your motherfucking shirt, bastard. Tch."

I said as I stood up and grabbed my towel.

"Yah! How could you?!"

"What?"

"I have an erection right now because of you."

"Then?"

"I need to release it inside you right now."

I glared at him. He lightly giggled at me and stood up, walking towards me.

"You're lucky that I'm nice enough not to kick your balls."

He cringed his face and harshly messing my hair awfully. I got all of my hair all over my face as I stared at the floor in frustration.

"Sexy punk."

He said before he left to find his shirt. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and swipe back my hair away from my face.

You know, he never had an erection whenever he's flirting with me. Because why? Because he never thought me as a woman. I don't know what am I in his eyes? A man, I guess. Tch.

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After getting our breakfast, we went straight to the hospital for his chemotherapy session. Honestly, I was a bit scared to see his pain later having that shit on.

We were waiting outside the doctor's room. And I could see his expression getting dark for some reason as he bit his lower lip and fiddling with his fingers. I know he's nervous and scared at the same time. I hold his hands into mine and gave him a small smile. He just stared at our hands blankly.

"Jeon Jungkook."

The nurse called his name. And I know, it's time. I could feel his hands turn cold all of sudden and his breath just freeze when he heard his name.

"Let's go."

I said, more to whispering. We stood up and follow the nurse to a room. When we first enter that room, I saw that creepy little shit already waiting to suck the cancer in Jungkook's body. That shit looks evil though. What the fuck.

"You can sit on the couch while waiting for him."

The nurse said to me so I did. I sit on the couch, watching him sitting on a chair and the nurse starts to plugged the wires all around his body. (p/s: I'm just making this out. I don't know what it looks like tho. Bear with me.)

The moment when she turn on the machine, Jungkook's face turn pale. I look away. Too hurt to look at him. I almost cried though. I could here him muffling his groans inside not wanting me to hear those painful groans. I bit my lower lip and look around the room, anything but him. I don't want to see his painful paled face.

After about what it seems forever, it finally done. His session has finished. I stood up and rushed toward his dying body on that chair. He look so weak, pale and sick. My heart dropped down to him that way. His eyes were half opened, lazily looking at me.

"Yoon..."

He called. I slips my hand on his hand and hold it firmly, wanting him to know that I was there to hear him out.

"It... hurts..."

I feel like killing myself to hear that. He was in pain but I can't even do a single thing to make him feel better.

My eyes welled up with tears but I hold it back and flashed a warm smile to him.

"I know you are stronger than this. Fight it for me, hm."

He just nodded weakly. The nurse then transferred him to a ward for him to rest a bit.

As usual, I would sit beside his bed, watching him sleeping peacefully, gaining his energy back. I've already brought some foods though so that when he woke up, he'll be happy that foods is already here!

Please don't ruin my mood by saying that he won't wake up anymore. Imma shove the vibrator in your ass though. Just you watch!

I walked around the room before I stopped my track in front of the big ass window facing a building as stare at the sky just to kill some times. I look back at him. He was still sleeping. I formed a tiny little smile at his face.

Suddenly, I got a call from my dad. I sighed and answer it.

"Yeah, dad."

["I heard my boy is getting a chemotherapy session today. Is he okay? Should I come there? You're not crying, right, princess?"]

I chuckled a bit at his worrisome questions as I stare at Jungkook from afar and leaned against the wall.

"Well, he's okay, for now. And no, I'm not crying. It's just Jungkook though."

["Well, he's your knight after all. I'm worried that no one's there while you're crying."]

Even though I'm crying, I'll make sure that I won't let out a single noises or someone knows because that is me. The type to hides everything.

"I'm okay, dad. Plus, Jungkook is okay too. Don't worry much."

["Just know that I'm always there for you. Um, by the way, why didn't you come home last night? Did you sleep at Jungkook's?"]

"Um... not really though. We went to the beach and book a room there for a night. I'm sorry that I didn't inform you."

I could hear him sighing in relief at the other side. Wait, is he worrying me? Tch. I've told him not to worry about me anymore. I'm a big girl though.

["Good. I thought you left to somewhere. If you're with Jungkook, then it's okay."]

"I'm a ninja princess though. I'm always safe whenever I am. Don't underestimate me."

He laughed at me lightly. Ah~ I felt good to hear those laughter again after awhile. I smile widely.

["Okay, princess. I have to go now. Take care of yourself. Now, you've switch the turn. You're the knight and he's the prince. Take care of the prince very well, my dearest knight."]

I chuckled a bit and rolled my eyes. It's kinda annoying that I'm not a princess already. My time is over. Pft.

My eyes were still staring at the so-called prince, sleeping peacefully. Then I turn my back to face the window, watching the sky as the background of the skyscrapers.

"I will, your highness. The prince is always safe with me."

["I believe in you, knight Kim."]

"I'll keep your trust very well, your highness. Now, you can do your work in peace."

Once again, he laughed at me being silly. I giggled softly.

["You're just like your brother. Alright then, I'll get going first. I love you, knight princess."]

"Yeah, I love you too. Bye."

I hang up the call and shove back my phone into my pocket while watching the sky colour turn purplish pink as the sun were setting. Time flies way too fast that it makes me scared of the future.

"Yoon."

I heard a weak voice behind me so I turn my back. Jungkook were looking at me with his eyes hooded. He looks so weak. I was almost at the point of crying watching him like that.

I draw my steps toward him and sit on the bed beside him. He gently place his hand on my thigh and formed a weak smile.

"How long did I sleep?"

He asked, almost in a whisper tone. I didn't give him any reaction but hold his hand.

"Long enough to make me dying waiting for you."

I muttered. I'd always wanted to cry but this is not the time. I hold back all my tears but smile didn't seem to shine on my face now. Where did it go?

I stare at our hands blankly without any emotion. All I want to do is cry but where is the tears? I wanted to fake a smile but where did the smile go? I wanted to feel sad and apologetic but where is all the emotions hides between me? I'm wondering.

I draw a small circle on his skin and lightly heave a sigh.

"I'm sorry."

He said. I didn't give him anything in return but instead, I stare at our hands on my lap. I felt him swift to my side and wrapped his free arm on my waist.

"I'm sorry for making you worried."

He said, caressing my hip gently before pulling me on his chest. I didn't react but I just follow his action.

"I'm just so sorry, Yoon."

I started to scratch my fingers and leave his hand roaming on my thigh. I feel like my soul just left me. And he was just hugging my dead body, a body without a soul.

A few moment passed and I heard a soft sobs above my head. The hug tighten. One arm on my waist; one arm above my chest, tugging it on my shoulder. He was sobbing on how apologetic he is but here I am, feeling nothing and empty.

"It hurts... so much."

"I know."

I get to say something at least but it doesn't stop him from crying. I stopped scratching my fingers and placed both of my palms on his arm above my chest.

"I know it all."

I mutter in a low tone. He definitely doesn't hear it but I hope he won't.

"Endure it a little bit more."

I said and patted his arm gently as the sobs continue. I could feel my shoulder wet with his tears.

Jungkook-ah, if only you know how broken am I right now to hear your cries. If only you could hear my screaming inside. If only you realize that my soul has left me.

What would you do?

Would you be healthy again?

Would you stop crying?

Would you calm my insides?

Sigh I guess nothing would happen then.

To Be Continued

This chapter surely has a lot of skipping time, huh. Well sorry. im lack of ideas. soz fam