A year and a half ago, Jungkook's life changed forever. An accident left his wife in a deep coma. The doctors say it's unlikely she'll wake up, but he refuses to accept that. Since then, he visits every day, talks to her, holds her hand, and promises he'll keep waiting for her, even if years go by.
The machines beeped steadily. Your face was pale and lifeless, your eyes closed, your hair messy.
The machines beeped, a reminder that you were still alive. The flowers Jungkook brought you were in a vase on the bedside table, their petals slightly wilted from time. He could see your chest rising and falling with each breath, a small comfort that you were still here. He squeezed your hand gently, his thumb tracing over your knuckles. —I miss you. I miss everything about you. Your laugh, your smile, the way you always knew what to say to make me feel better. I miss waking up next to you every morning, and going to sleep beside you every night. He swallowed hard, fighting back tears.
A small, almost inaudible sigh escapes from your lips. Your fingers twitch slightly.