To Our Pure Little Beauty

Chapter 48

I sat on the edge of the bed with my eyes closed. Fear, being at a loss, helpless, death, these words which are classified as negative terms in the dictionary are like malevolent monsters, wanting to devour me with their claws and sharp teeth.

I have no idea how long I was sitting there blankly for. After an earth-shattering fear, I unexpectedly began to calm down. It’s no big deal, the most would be for me to get injections and take medication, if not I would just go to that better place and use decades to wait for Jungkook’s arrival.

In the midst of silence came a cracking sound from opening the door, “Doctor Jeon’s girlfriend, where did you go? I couldn’t find you anywhere.”

I opened my eyes, she was the nurse that got fooled by me and Doctor Jisoo earlier on. She was already in front of me, waving her hand before me, “Are you alright? Why do you look so pale?”

I shook my head, “Why were you looking for me?”

She stuttered, “To… to change room for you.”

“Why do I have to change rooms?” I asked puzzled.

She stuttered even more now, “Uh… I also don’t know… Doctor Jeon… said to change.”

I didn’t want to make things difficult for her, so I nodded and agreed, “Let’s go.”

She led me through a long corridor while peeking at me with a weird expression throughout. I wanted to ask her for a few times but I didn’t. I guess I needed Jungkook to tell me, needed him to tell me, I need him.

I’m very selfish. I’m not like those brave female leads whom upon hearing that they have gotten ill, they would find some excuses to break up and escape somewhere to get treatment. I want to live my life with Jungkook. I need him to face everything with me, and I believe he can face everything with me. If he can’t, then I won’t.

The nurse led me to the last door of the corridor, the door was closed, and she didn’t open the door. She only gave the door a few knocks and pushed me to the front, “Go in.”

I opened the door confused. Jungkook was standing in between two beds, holding onto a big cardboard box. His posture was a little like an assassin in a period drama who was presenting a head to the emperor.

I didn’t move, Jungkook was looking at me with his gentle looking eyes, “Lisa.”

“Mm?” I choked out, I only wanted to run to him now and cry.

He smiled a deep dimple, “Will you marry me?”

I blinked, and tears fell. I didn’t expect him to propose, because according to my limited general knowledge, no one will hug a cardboard box to propose. Even if there is, the cardboard box won’t have the words ‘single-use syringe’.

I don’t even know what reaction to give to such a casual proposal, but my tears were smarter than me and they kept flowing.

“They said you were crying because I didn’t propose.” He said while holding onto the box.

I wiped my tears away, “Who said?”

“By the woman’s rights supporters whose leader is Doctor Jisoo.”

“But I’m sick,” I said.

He frowned, “So? Don’t digress, lets settle this proposal first.”

“What if I die?” I asked softly, “It’s easy to die from sickness.”

“Stop spouting nonsense!” He suddenly said with increased volume, I backed away a few steps from shock.