Into The Shadows 🖤

t w e n t y - n i n e

Jungkook

Two days later.

"What the fuck were you thinking, doing romance in an open street?" Joon snarls at me the moment I snap my eyes open.

I can't see shit. Everything's so blurry. But there are three men in this room whose figures I can make out even from a mile away.

I try to talk but my voice comes out pained, "Hi."

"Thank fck, you are back, I'd have dug your grave out to bring you back to life," Jin yells at me.

Gosh, why is everyone yelling at me? And where is my Angel? I need her.

"Where is Y/n?"

"She's at home like you wanted," Tae says.

Thank god. I am glad she doesn't have to witness me this way. I don't know if she's scared of hospitals apart from the sight of blood.

I didn't want her to feel frightened about losing me.

"I want to go home." I need to get to her. She's probably terrified.

I know how much she overthinks.

"You are not going anywhere," Joon restrains me from getting up. "Thank god that the bullet didn't get to your heart. You nicked a lung and had internal bleeding."

As long as I am alive, nothing but my Angel matters. "I am going home."

"You need to be here for two weeks to heal," Jin orders me.

"Two weeks?" I shriek. "I can't stay away from my angel for that long. I am going home, whether you guys like it or not."

The doctor comes to check on me and it has me asking, "Can I go home?"

"Umm...why not? I can send staff to monitor you at the infirmary on the estate."

I'm transferring a billion won to him, later on. "Thank Jesus. It is settled then."

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When I reach the mansion with so much hope of finally getting to see her after what felt like years, I try not to run inside. Tae follows me in bringing all my medical stuff inside.

I find my Angel in the kitchen cooking something. I wonder who cooked for her while I was gone. "Angel..."

She freezes. But she doesn't turn back to look at me. "Angel...I'm home."

She doesn't acknowledge my presence.

She continues doing whatever she is at. "Baby..." I cover the distance between us and stand behind her. She is wearing my black hoodie and boxer shorts. I love her in my clothes.

I grabbed her waist, "Angel...you don't want to see me?"

She doesn't say a word and the silence is nicking my insides. "Angel," I rested my chin on her shoulder and hugged her closer.

She freezes again. Her tiny fists clenched. I placed a peck on her shoulder, "I missed you."

I breathe her in. To heal my nicked lung.
To feel alive for her.

Y/n slowly turns in my hold, facing me. She gives me one look with teary eyes and starts unbuttoning my white shirt. I let her.

She sucks in a breath when she sees my chest patched up. Her chin wobbles. When I reach to caress her face, she swats my hand off and gets back to cooking.

Ok.
I got it.
My Angel is angry with me.

"Baby..." I hugged her again, being careful about my chest. "I'm gonna stand here until you start talking to me."

She turns the stove off and walks out of the kitchen leaving me all alone.

Y/n

For two days.
I yearned to meet him.
But nobody, not one soul, let me meet my husband.

I begged Tae and Jimin to take me to him.
I begged Joon to let me meet him.

All because my husband ordered that I wasn't supposed to meet him. Because I am scared of blood, that's what Taehyung said.

I hate that I was treated like a fragile flower who probably can't tolerate a little blood and is a mafia's wife.

How funny is that!

Everybody thinks I'm weak.
And I hate every second of it.

I was alone in this mansion crying day and night for him. I wasn't allowed to meet him.
I am angry that Jungkook didn't come with me in the car and got shot.

I am angry about everything.

If Jungkook could keep me away for two days, I highly believe that it is time to return the favour.

I want him to feel what I felt without him for two days knowing that he's battling death.

On the other hand, I want to cry and hug him and make him swear that he'll never leave me again.

But I refrain from doing so. If Jungkook thinks I was any less anxious the last two days by staying home, it is time to prove him wrong.

Because now the walls of fear surrounding my heart have cracked open.

The hospital staff arrived this morning before Jungkook did. I took note of the food menu that I can cook for him while he is recovering.

I squeal when I notice Fox walking in with more bags, "Fox!!!" I run to him and wrap my arms around him. "I thought...you were..."

"Dead?" He laughs, "Well I'm alive. I was wearing a bulletproof vest. When the bullets hit me, I passed out due to the impact."

"Oh, thank god, you are alive. I'm so happy to see you, Fox."

"Thank you, ma'am. Likewise."

"Fox!" Jungkook shouts from our open kitchen, "Take the bags to my room!"

Jungkook is grinding his teeth with a scowl drawn on his face. When Fox is out of sight, he finally grits out, "I was the one supposed to get those hugs."

I do not say a word.
He sulks and pouts in anger.
Perhaps jealousy.
I try not to give in to this adorable side of him.

Well, the fun begins now, Jeon Jungkook.

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