"That was like a potent elixir, forbidden and perilous to indulge in," The doctor murmured, glancing over Y/n's blood test reports. Presently, she rests on the hospital bed, a drip attached to her delicate wrist, her serene face cradled in sleep.

"But she is recovering well," he continued, his voice piercing through my senses, stirring a blend of ecstasy that courses through my veins like a river of elation.

"Gratitude, doctor," I exclaimed, engulfed in bliss, "How soon will she heal completely?"

"In about an hour, you may bring her home. Kindly complete the discharge paperwork," The doctor responded with a gracious smile gracing his lips.

"May I visit her?" I inquired, seeking permission. The doctor nodded, granting me leave. I rose from my seat and journeyed to her ward, where she lies.

Gazing at her peaceful form, a smile emerges on my countenance. Relief washes over me upon learning of her recovery. I settle in a chair beside her, intertwining our fingers.

"The doctor assures me of your well-being," I whisper to her silent form, a tender smile dancing on my lips.

"Ah, now it's time for you to recover swiftly, and then we can head back home." I responded with a light chuckle, gently holding her hand between my large palms and softly stroking her knuckles.

As my eyes landed on my mobile phone ringing on the table, I proceeded to answer the call, "Hello?"

"Hey, bro! Jeon." It was that same shrill, unpleasant voice that never failed to irritate me, causing me to bite my inner cheeks and let out a bitter chuckle.

"Hey, Junghyun."

It had been a whole year since he resurfaced in my life. His voice still held a hint of sweetness as he suggested, "Let's go out today with the family."

"I don't feel like it, my wife is unwell." I replied, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Oh, your wife. Once upon a time, you didn't like her and she didn't like you. What's changed now?" He whispered slyly.

"Mind your words, Junghyun. She is my wife." I retorted, my voice laced with possessiveness.

After a few moments, I ended the call and sat wearily back in my seat. Slowly running my fingers through her hair caused her to stir in her sleep, yet a smile involuntarily graced my lips.

"Jungkook, stop it. Let me sleep." She mumbled, now fully awake and aware of my actions.

"We have to depart," I calmly responded as she dramatically opened her eyes, extended her arms, and exclaimed, "Let's go."

"Wait here. Let me go and fill out the discharge form," I replied to her questions with a hint of playfulness.

"God, are you truly a mafia?" she asked, cupping my face in her hands, which elicited a chuckle from me at her adorable demeanor.

"Yes, I am," I confirmed. "I'll return in 10 minutes."

—

Several days have passed since she was discharged, and currently, I am on a quest to locate the assailant who tried to take her life with that dreadful drug.

Sitting in my office, examining crucial files, I received a call from my wife; today was her graduation day. The mere thought of her holding her degree in a black coat and scholar hat brought a smile to my face.

I answered the call, "Hello, Jeon."

"Hey, what's going on? Has the program started already?" I inquired, feigning panic.

"Yes, and where are you? You're running late," she replied in a tearful voice.

"Oh, baby! Excitement rushes through me as I make my way to you. I'll be by your side in no time," I replied warmly, sensing her slight displeasure by the tone of her voice, "Oh, lier, caught up in office work."

"Oh my! I'm on my way, my little detective," I responded playfully before ending the call.

Y/n's Perspective —

Finally, he arrives. I catch sight of him, his back turned towards me as he gazes at the wall. Is he trying to charm the wall? I couldn't help but chuckle.

As he turned around, my steps falter. It felt like my world crumbled before my eyes, tears welling up.

"Honey," he breathed out.

"Junghyun," I managed to utter.

He opened his arms, gesturing for a hug, but anger surged within me. I clenched my fists, nails digging into my skin.

Noticing my hesitation, he took a step towards me, reaching to embrace me. I quickly evaded, feeling torn between wanting to lash out and the love I once felt for him.

He was the one who stood by me, providing hope to endure. Tears streamed down my left cheek.

"Oh, I understand," he whispered, his voice filled with pain.

I just opened my mouth to say something when I heard a familiar voice from behind me, causing me to turn. "What the hell are you doing, Junghyun?"

"Jungkook," I said in my cracked voice. He opened his arms to draw me into a hug, and I wrapped my hands around him tightly, letting my tears flow.

My sobs were soft and low as I sniffed and whispered, "Tell him to leave, please, Kook."

"Junghyun, leave like she said," Jungkook said, frowning.

Jungkook wrapped his arms around me and gave my body a tight squeeze, trying to comfort me.

—

"Jungkook, can I have some noodles?" I asked tiredly, my body not cooperating with my mind.

Why did Junghyun have to show up on this beautiful day? Only I know how I felt at that time; I felt like killing him.

"Here are your noodles," Jungkook said cheerfully, making me chuckle.

"Appa called me a while ago; let me call him," he replied with a smile. I brought the noodles bowl near me and started eating while he dialed his father's number.

"What?" he questioned on the phone, his eyes showing confusion.

"You're not joking, hyung," he said, panicking. He had called his father, so why hyung?

His eyes were pleading, his hand trembling as tears escaped his eyes. The very next moment, his head hung low, his palm covering his face.

"What happened, Kook?" I questioned. He didn't reply but instead sobbed. I picked up the phone from the bed and answered, "Hello?"

"Oh, it's you, Y/n," Namjoon hummed, asking, "What's the matter, Namjoon oppa?"

"Jungkook's father passed away due to a heart attack," Namjoon replied to my question. I simply hummed and cut the call.

"Jeon," I called him. He didn't look up or answer. I wrapped my hands around him, giving him a tight hug, saying, "It's fine, cool down."

He didn't hug me back. Instead, he gave me a light push, signaling for me to move away.

"It's not fine. My only parent, my appa, he passed away. How can you say it's fine?" he cried, his voice filled with dull sorrow.

"Jungkook," I stayed quiet, feeling a deep sense of sorrow for him. I instinctively wrapped my arms around him once more, gently patting his back. However, in a sudden burst of emotion, he forcefully pushed me away with evident frustration.

"Stay away from me. I am not weak, and your pity is unnecessary," he declared, his voice tinged with anger.

Suggesting that he go and see his father, I watched as he rose without responding and made his way towards the main gate.

Despite feeling melancholy, Y/n, do not blame yourself for his outburst. His father has passed away, and his emotions are understandably raw.

A/n's Perspective —

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