Jungkook's pov

Agony like nothing I had ever felt before ripped through my whole body as I smashed into the ground. I'd tried to turn so that I could protect Han as much as I could, I knew he would get hurt, but it was the best I could do under the circumstances.

Thankfully, I landed feet first instead of on my back. One of my ankles cracked, my knees buckled and popped, and we fell forwards. I immediately panicked because Han was clinging to my chest. If I fell forward I could crush him and he would hit his head. Placing my hand on the back of his head to limit the damage, I put my elbows out to try and keep some of my weight off him.

Shooting pains coursed up my already damaged arm making the air whoosh out of my lungs. I twisted my body and rolled slightly, my shoulder and hips connecting with the cold hard floor next. The side of my head struck the concrete making my eyes unfocussed. Then I felt the burning on my lower body.

People were shouting, screaming around us. I could still hear the glass tinkering to the floor around us so I knew that merely seconds had passed since I'd jumped, but it felt like an eternity. An eternity of pain and horror.

Hanwas still clinging to me as I screamed and thrashed my legs as the burning got worse. I squeezed my eyes shut, rolling onto my back, gritting my teeth, just wishing I was dead already because this was too much. This was the worst pain imaginable; actually, I wouldn't even be able to imagine how much this hurt in my worst nightmares.

I could hear people shouting, the voices getting closer, something was thrown over us both, people began slapping at my legs causing the pain to intensify. I knew I should roll over and over, but I couldn't move, the pain had made my whole body stiff. Han was crying on my chest, his arms still tight around my neck, just like I'd told him. I was immensely proud of him; he must have been terrified in there.

Off to my right, Taehyung was screaming my name, screaming Han's name, but he was further away than the other voices. I turned my head in his direction, seeing him practically fighting with two police officers as he tried to get past, shouting at them that he was with us. I tried to smile, but I couldn't, it just hurt too much. His eyes locked on mine and, in that moment, we were completely alone. His brown eyes were the most beautiful things I had ever seen, and I was silently thankful that I got to see them one more time.

Han's weight was shifted on me. He screamed. His arms tightening on my neck making my head hurt.

"You need to let go now. We need to let the doctors look at him!" a guy said sternly, trying to lift him off me again.

Han's arms tightened even more as he buried his face in the side of my neck. I could feel his tears wetting my skin; it was actually quite nice because my skin was so sore and tight.

"No! Kookoo tolded me not to let go until he said so!" Han shouted fiercely. I smiled and closed my eyes. That's my boy. I swallowed awkwardly, gulping down the fresh air, but it just made me cough, the small movement of coughing made the pain even worse, and I couldn't help but groan.

"Let go now, come on, quickly!" the guy repeated. I could feel Han moving, struggling to hold on to me, the guy was obviously trying to pry him off me.

"NO! KOOKOO?" Han screamed.

I swallowed again, willing my voice to work.

"It's okay, Kid. You can let go now. Go with the doctor," I rasped.

Then he was gone. I closed my eyes again. I couldn't feel exactly where the pain was, it was just everywhere, too many places to count. There was a commotion off to my right; I turned my head just in time to see Taehyung sweep Han into his arms, crying hysterically as he kissed all over his face and hugged him. He buried his face into his hair, and squeezing his eyes shut. I smiled at the sight of it, all of this I was feeling right now, was totally worth it. I would go through this again and again just to see them reunited like that.

His eyes opened, and he looked straight at me, instantly pushing himself forward, trying again to push past the police officers that were stopping him from getting to me. I could see his mouth moving, he was begging them to let him past. The pleading expression graced his face - the same one that I could never resist. A paramedic took Han from his arms, sitting him on a gurney next to an ambulance. Taehyung gripped his hands in his hair and looked at me desperately as he continued to beg the policeman. He nodded once, and he practically ran to my side, dropping down next to my head.

He bent over me, tears streaming down his beautiful face as his eyes locked on mine. "Kook? Oh God, please be okay. Please?" he whispered.

His hands were hovering above me as if he wasn't sure he could touch me. His eyes raked over my body, horrified. "Oh God. I was so scared. Please, you have to be okay. Please?"

He bent forward and kissed my lips softly. His tears dripped onto my face, and I closed my eyes, savouring the feel of his kiss that I never thought I would get to feel again.

"I'm okay," I lied, nodding, trying not to wince. I could feel people working on my lower body, a paramedic cutting my pants leg, the cold wind whipping around my scorched skin. Taehyung was sobbing, his body was shaking. I longed to reach out and hold him, but I wasn't sure I could move.

He leant forward and stroked the side of my face, his eyes bright with concern. I could see the 'I think you're superman' expression on his face as he looked at me in awe. I smiled weakly. "I think another kiss is in order," I rasped, coughing.

He smiled and immediately bent his head, pressing his lips to mine. His soft fingers stroked the side of my face. He pulled back and put his forehead to mine, his breath blowing across my stinging skin. "I love you, Jungkook," he whispered.

The breath caught in my throat. I had imagined him saying that to me over and over, but never once had it sounded so beautiful. The awful thing was, I knew he didn't mean it. This was just another one of those perks of the job that I had. Hero worship. It was textbook. Someone went through something traumatic, a person saved them or a loved one, and they formed an attachment to them. Taehyung didn't love me; he was just grateful that I saved his son and was confused as to the feeling of it.

I smiled, not wanting to get into this discussion now. "Where's the kid?" I asked weakly, changing the subject.

He smiled and nodded behind me. "He's getting looked at," he replied. His eyes met mine; I could see a gratitude there that I would never be able to explain in a million years. "Thank you. Thank you so much, Kook. Thank you," he whispered. Fresh tears ran from his eyes as he smiled, stroking my face again.

I smiled; I didn't have the energy to keep talking. "You should go be with him," I suggested, coughing again. The paramedic moved up, placing a mask over my mouth and nose. Taehyung looked torn, like he didn't want to leave, but at the same time he was desperate to. "Go make sure he's okay. Go on," I instructed, nodding encouragingly.

He gulped; his eyes flicked to Han before coming back to rest on me.

"Okay. I'll be back in a minute," he promised. He bent and kissed my forehead softly, his lips lingering for only a couple of seconds, but they felt like the most magical seconds of my life. "I love you, so much," he whispered, kissing my cheek before pushing himself up and heading quickly to Han again.

Once he'd gone, I didn't need to hold onto the tough guy act anymore. I pulled the mask off my face and groaned. "Fuck, it hurts. Shit!" I hissed through clenched teeth.

The paramedic nodded, taking the mask from my hand and putting it back on my face. "I know, sir. Keep that on, and we'll be moving you to a gurney in a minute and getting you to the hospital," he assured me.

"Is it bad?" I asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

He frowned. "There is some damage, but the flames were out quickly. I think you're going into shock and have suspected internal bleeding." He motioned down to my leg. "Your ankle looks broken as well," he added almost as an afterthought.

I already knew that, I could feel the thing throbbing.

"My arm's broken too," I told him, wincing as his hands went straight to it, examining it.

Taehyung came back after less than a minute, a torn expression on his face. "Kook, they want to take Han to the hospital," he said, looking at me worriedly.

"Is he okay?"

He nodded, smiling weakly. "Yeah. He's on oxygen because of the smoke inhalation. He's got a couple of cuts, but no burns thankfully," he explained, his eyes shooting down to my legs.

"That's good," I replied. "I'll see you there then."

"I don't want to leave you here on your own," he croaked, crying again as he shook his head, taking hold of my hand.

I smiled weakly. Ha. came first, that's the way it had to work, we both knew that, and I wouldn't want it any other way. "Stripes, I'm fine. I'll see you there. Go take care of Han, he'll be frightened. Go on," I instructed.

He sniffed, wiping his face on the back of his hand as he bent forward pressing his cheek to mine. "I love you. You really are the most incredible person I've ever met, Jeon JungKook," he whispered, kissing my cheek gently.

I tried to smirk at him, but I don't think I pulled it off properly. "Yeah, I know. I'm awesome."

He chuckled humourlessly. "That you are, Kook. That you are," he replied. "I'll see you at the hospital in a couple of minutes," he promised before pushing himself up and heading back to Han's ambulance.

It took a few more minutes before they were happy that I could be moved too. I gritted my teeth as I was lifted onto the gurney. My whole body felt like it was still on fire. There was so much pain that I didn't know which part to feel first. My arm and ankle had been strapped up, and I had plastic wrap covering all of my charred skin of my legs to keep the germs off. They'd put gauze over most of the little cuts that was caused by me jumping out of the window. The pain meds that they'd been pumping into my arm were slowly working their way around my system, making me tired and my limbs feel heavy.

My weary brain couldn't really focus on anything as we moved from the ambulance to the hospital. I was moved from place to place, machine to machine, doctor to doctor. They treated me for suspected internal bleeding but by the relieved looks on their faces, I figured I was safe. I'd already had what felt like endless IV fluids pumped into me, and they were going to continue to monitor me constantly for the next couple of hours. The worst part, by far, was when they put my dislocated knee back into place. That had hurt worse than the fire and the break put together, I could even still feel that through the heavy pain meds I was on.

Thankfully though, they were satisfied that it went back in with no need for surgery which I was more than grateful for.

Taehyung was still with Han in the children's ward, but the nurses told me that he was driving them crazy asking about me every couple of minutes.

Yoongi turned up after a little while. I wasn't sure who called him, but I was grateful not to be on my own with the irritating nurse who insisted on talking to me every time I tried to get some sleep.

Yoongi seemed to do everything in his power to keep my mind off the pain. I just laid there listening to him talk and joke around; I didn't have the energy to respond. He'd called my parents and told them - they were driving straight here so I knew they'd be here within a couple of hours. I actually wasn't looking forward to dealing with my panicked mother.

After half an hour of Yoongi's terrible 'Man walked into a bar' jokes, I was about ready to throw myself back into the building, when the doctor came in with my x-rays. I'd been for several sets once they were satisfied that I could be moved safely. I'd had practically a full body scan - well, it had felt like that anyway. The doctor smiled reassuringly as he shoved the x-rays onto the light box mounted on the wall.

"Right then, Jungkook. As we suspected, you've broken your ulna so we'll have to cast that. The fracture is a clean break though, so no need to reset it or anything," he explained, nodding to my arm that was in a temporary sling. I nodded, and he pointed to the next x-ray, the one of my leg. "The right fibula is also broken in two places so we'll have to cast that too."

I pulled the mask off my face so I could talk. "There goes my dancing plans this weekend," I joked, shifting uncomfortably on the bed.

The doctor laughed quietly. "Because of the burns to your legs, we can't cast it straight away. We need to let the skin heal a little before we can cover it. We'll have to leave the temporary one on for a few days, then see how you're getting on after that. You'll have to stay here for a few days, I'm afraid. The burns need monitoring, and you'll be started on a two week course of antibiotics to ward off any infections."

I frowned. I really didn't want to stay here, I hated hospitals. "Will the burns heal or..." I trailed off, wondering what my legs were going to look like after this. The worst of it was on my right leg, covering most of my shin.

He nodded. "We'll move you to the burns centre as soon as we've dealt with your other injuries. They're more equipped to deal with it there. You were very lucky though. The dampness of your clothes and the fact that the fire-fighters acted quickly to put it out, has limited the damage. It could have been a lot worse. I don't think you'll need skin grafts, but they will be able to answer your questions at the centre a lot better than I can," he explained, smiling kindly.

I nodded. The fact that Han was alive was totally worth it. I'd once told Taehyung that he should wear his stretch marks on his stomach with pride, I couldn't exactly feel different about the little Han badge I now had on my legs.

"There's one more thing," the doctor added, turning off the light box. I looked at him curiously, wondering what else there was. I was pumped full of drugs at the moment, I had no idea if anything else was broken or burnt. "The x-ray we did of your hips and pelvis showed that there is a possible fracture of the coccyx. It wasn't clear on the x-ray so I'd like to send you for another one specifically for that," he stated, scribbling on a pad.

My mouth dropped open with an audible pop. "No! Oh, come on, no, please? I'll never live that down with the guys!" I whined, shaking my head. Life couldn't be that cruel, could it?

Yoongi burst out laughing next to me, and I closed my eyes, not wanting to see his face. "You broke your ass? Dude, that's awesome! I can't wait to tell Seth!" he cried, chuckling wickedly.

"You tell anyone and, I swear to God, I'm telling everyone about that time we went to Long Beach and you hooked up with that girl. You know the one I'm talking about... what was her name again?" I asked, raising one eyebrow at him challengingly.

His eyes narrowed at my threat. "You promised me we would never speak about that ever again," he hissed, shaking his head fiercely. I smirked at him, already knowing that I'd won. When we were eighteen we'd gone out and got completely hammered. Yoongi had ended up making out with some chick - but, after, we'd had some concerns as to whether this chick, was actually a chick or not. He'd made me promise that we'd never tell, and to this day I hadn't breathed a word of it - but if he really wanted to go there then we would!

"Have I broken my ass?" I asked Yoongi, looking at him sternly.

He shook his head. "No way. Besides, only pansies break their ass," he replied, laughing quietly.

The doctor looked between the two of us, obviously a little confused as to what we were talking about. "Right, anyway, I'll order another x-ray and we'll see. It might just be a shadow or something," he said, shrugging.

"I'll have someone come in and get a cast on your arm." He headed out of the room and Yoongi looked back at me, shifting on his chair.

"I'm pretty sure it was a girl anyway," he said, crossing his legs confidently.

I smirked at him. "Uh-huh, she was just freakishly tall," I agreed, laughing quietly.

He made a distasteful sound in the back of his throat. "She was tall," he admitted, wincing and closing his eyes.

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Two hours later and I was drifting in and out of sleep. Yoongi had gone to get some food even though it was only just after five in the morning.

Thankfully, and I think to give me a break, he'd taken my parents with him. My mom was driving me nuts, fussing over me, crying, and wailing that she could have lost me, Taehyung and Han all in one night. She was exhausting me.

The door to my room opened, so I looked over, expecting them back. Instead, Taehyung stood there. My tense muscles relaxed as I saw him. He looked beautiful as ever, even though he was covered in dirt and soot. He was just standing there in the open doorway, looking at me with the most adoring expression on his face that I had ever seen.

"Hi," I croaked, pulling the mask off again. I'd been on oxygen for hours now, it was helping with the tight feeling that I had in my chest from breathing all of the smoke.

He let the door swing closed behind him as he stepped into the room.

"Hi. I'm so sorry I couldn't come sooner. Han wouldn't let me leave him, even with my mom there. He was scared and so I had to wait until he fell asleep. I'm sorry, I wanted to come sooner. I've been so worried," he apologised, walking to the bed quickly.

I smiled and shook my head. He didn't need to apologise to me. "Is he okay? Did I hurt him when I landed?"

"He's okay." His gaze raked down my body as his eyes filled with tears. "You're not though." His chin trembled as he spoke. "God, Kook, look at you."

I smiled reassuringly. "I'm fine. Though, I may need a nurse to look after me for a while. Someone might have to push me around in a wheelchair and give me sponge baths for a few weeks," I teased, trying to cheer him up.

He didn't laugh like I thought he would. His watery eyes met mine again. "I just don't know how to thank you. What you did, it was... so incredible. Thank you," he whispered. A tear rolled down his face, and I longed to kiss it away.

I patted the bed with my good hand. "Come sit with me." He nodded and obediently sat down, taking the plastic mask out of my hand and putting it back over my mouth again. I smiled. He was going to be worse than my mom, I could tell. "What did the doctors say about the kid?" I asked. Both Yoongi and I had been asking for information from the nurses but as we weren't 'family' we weren't entitled to know. All I'd been told was that he was doing well.

Taehyung sighed; the back of his fingers stroked the side of my face as he spoke. "They said he'll have to stay in for twenty-four hours for observation. He's coughing because of the smoke, but they said that should start to clear up soon. He has a couple of little cuts, but only one of them needed stitches. Some bruises and a twisted ankle, but other than that, he's perfect, just... perfect. He's been asking for you."

He bent down and kissed my forehead softly. I closed my eyes at the feel of it, just loving the attention from my man.

"And what about you? Are you okay?" I asked, looking at him curiously as he pulled away.

He smiled and held up one hand showing me a couple of little blisters on his palm. "Just this. I'm fine too," he assured me. "Can I lay with you, or will that hurt you?"

"You can always lay with me," I replied.

He immediately lay down at my side, barely touching me. He was looking at me so softly, so tenderly, that it made my heart speed up. "I can't believe you did that. You risked your own life to save my son, you could have died. You're the most incredible person I've ever met, Jungkook," he whispered. He was stroking my chest, his fingers grazing along the edges of the coverings they had put on the little cuts. "I love you," he purred.

I looked into his eyes and sighed. I hated this moment. I didn't want to have this talk with him at all. I shook my head and pulled the mask off again.

"No you don't, Tae."

He frowned; a bemused smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Yeah, I really do."

I closed my eyes, loving the sound of those words coming out of his mouth. I just wished they weren't because of some stupid trauma attachment. "Stripes, you're just confused. This is perfectly normal. I see this all the time, actually. It's an attachment disorder that happens to a lot of people. It's when someone saves you or a loved one; your body can't differentiate between love and gratitude. You're just confused right now because of what happened," I explained.

Taehyung laughed and shifted next to me. I opened my eyes to see his moving to lean over me, our faces inches apart. If I raised my head I would be able to touch my lips to his sweet little mouth, and I wanted nothing more than that in that second.

"Kook, I think I know how I feel," he countered raising one eyebrow at me playfully. I shook my head, opening in my mouth to protest and tell him that it was a proven fact, that it was documented, but he put his hand over my mouth stopping me from saying anything. "When you ran into that building, I couldn't stand it. The thought of never seeing you again, never talking to you or hearing any of your slutty remarks, that hurt so much. It has nothing to do with some disorder that you think I have. When you ran into that building, it felt like you took my heart with you, and I was so scared that I would never get to tell you how much I loved you. I thought you died. This isn't some gratitude thing because I knew I loved you before you and Han got out."

Holy shit. He really loves me? He means it?

"Yeah?" I asked, just wanting to hear it again.

He grinned, blushing slightly as s
he nodded. "Yeah."

I felt like the luckiest guy in the world. The man I was in love with was in love with me too. Life couldn't get any better than this. Well, actually, I could have him naked and covered in whipped cream, that would certainly make this moment better!

A stupid grin stretched across my face. "I love you too," I whispered.

He seemed to visibly relax as he closed his eyes. His eyes opened and locked onto mine, and I could see it there in those big brown orbs. It was totally obvious, and I didn't know how I hadn't seen it before. All of my dreams that I'd had over the last couple of months seemed to be coming true. Kim Taehyung was in love with me, and his son loved me more than chocolate cake. Life didn't get much sweeter than that.

Wait... fuck it!

"Damn it, Tae! Seriously, you had to say that right now? Your timing sucks!"

His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Huh?"

I sighed dramatically. "I had two things I wanted to do as soon as you said those three words, and now I can't do either of them. Way to ruin it for me, Stripes," I grumbled, frowning playfully.

"And what where the two things?" he inquired. "I can guess one of them, actually," he added, bending his head and kissing the edge of my jaw.

I laughed. "Well yeah, we were waiting for the 'L' word to be exchanged before I ravaged you to within an inch of your life. Looks like that's not gonna happen for a while," I grumbled, frowning at the thought of the injuries that would put a stop to that for a while. They'd already told me that I wouldn't be back to normal for up to four months. Karma was a bitch if I was going to have to wait for four months to finally do the nasty with my boyfriend.

He giggled against my neck. "Well, you can still lie on your back, can't you?" he teased, biting on my earlobe gently. I groaned trying not to let him turn me on, but I was fighting a losing battle. I had broken bones, cuts, burns and bruises all over, but he still managed to make me horny.

He really had a talent. I bit my lip, trying not to think about it. Taehyung pulled back and smiled at me. "You don't always have to be in control, you know. I could take advantage of you not being able to move. In fact, as soon as you get discharged, I think I might take advantage of it a lot," he teased.

Oh, hell yeah.

"We could play doctors and nurses," I suggested excitedly.

"Or we could play helpless guy in hospital bed, and man that thinks he's the hottest thing that ever rocked a pair of boxers," he flirted.

"Kinky, I like it." I really liked where this conversation was going.

But then I remembered the other thing that I had wanted to do when he said those three words. "So about the other thing that I wanted to do once you fell for me." I could feel the nerves building up inside me; I was actually more scared of this than when I thought I was going to die in that fire.

"What's that then?"

I took a deep breath, willing myself not to mess it up. "As soon as you said those three words to me, I was going to drop down on one knee and propose to you." I said it quickly before I wimped out and didn't do it.

He didn't react how I thought he would though. He didn't gasp and look at me shocked. Instead, he burst out laughing, shaking his head.

"That's a good one," he replied around his giggles, settling himself back down onto the bed next to me. I remained silent, waiting for him to catch on that I wasn't joking. Slowly, I saw it sink in. The giggles stopped, and the smile slowly faded from his face as his eyes widened. "Oh God, seriously?" he asked breathlessly.

I nodded in confirmation. "Seriously. But your timing ruined that for me too. I can't exactly get down on one knee right now because one's
busted and the other leg's broken, so that plan's out of the window." I laughed at my choice of words. Out of the window - yeah, it literally was.

"Jungkook, what the..." he trailed off, looking at me like I was crazy. "You must have hit your head harder than they thought. They said you had a mild concussion."

I smiled and took his hand that was on my chest. I knew I needed to man up and do it. I was already half way there, I just needed to spit the words out and pray that he said yes. Or, at the very least, that he said he'd think about it in a few more months if I asked him again at a later date.

"Stripes, I know it's not been long since we met. It's only been just over five short months, but I know how I feel about you. I'm crazy in love with you and I have been for a while, I've just been waiting for you to fall in love with me too. I know I'm not the most romantic guy in the world, I mean, look at my idea of a proposal, this blows big time. But I promise to take care of you and Han forever if you'll let me. I love you, and I want to marry you, but if you need more time then that's okay, I understand that." I gulped as I watched his bewildered expression.

Disappointment settled in the pit of my stomach. "God, I've totally blown it. That speech sucked, and Yoongi was right, I should have made some grand romantic gesture. Flowers, a restaurant, sky writing, anything would have been better than this. I don't even have a fucking ring. Damn it, I'm such a cock with this romance stuff!" I grumbled, shaking my head at myself.

"That was a perfect Jeon JungKook proposal. Though, you should have maybe thrown in a little slutty remark for good measure," he teased.

I looked back at him and couldn't help but laugh. "See, I even forgot the sex references," I agreed, rolling my eyes playfully.

He smiled at me tenderly, his eyes locked onto mine making me feel like I was the most special man on the planet. "I'd love to marry you," he whispered.

My body jerked in surprise. Hope built in my chest. "You would?" I asked, needing confirmation that I'd heard him right. Maybe I really had hit my head harder than they thought.

"On one condition," he bargained.

I smirked at him, already knowing what this was going to be. My Man was developing a serious fetish. "Bring the uniform home?" I asked, raising my hand to cup the side of his face.

He laughed and nodded. "At least once a month. But, also, there's something else." I nodded for him to continue with his conditions. I'd give him anything he wanted; he could make a list as long as my arm, I would do anything to marry him. "Don't ever change," he whispered, looking at me seriously.

I smiled. I wasn't expecting that at all. "Okay."

He bent forward looking at me sternly. "I'm being serious. I love that you can't say anything romantic without messing it up. I love that you have no idea how sweet you are sometimes. I love that you make me laugh with the smut that overflows from your mouth. I just love everything about you, Jungkook. So don't ever change."

I grinned; happiness built inside to the point where I wanted to jump out of the bed and do an awkward, broken happy dance whilst shouting. "Booya!"

"Conditions accepted!" I agreed wholeheartedly. He laughed and bent forward placing his lips on mine. I rejoiced at the feel of it and kissed him back, tangling my one good hand into his hair.

Before the fire I knew I loved him and Han, but as soon as I'd answered my cell phone tonight and was told that his building was on fire, I knew that love didn't even cover what I felt for the pair of them. I had never been more terrified of anything in my life than I was during that short, speedy drive that I'd made to his apartment.

He pulled back and smiled, just staring at me contentedly. A happy silence fell over us, neither of us moved. I just couldn't take my eyes off the man that had officially agreed to be mine. Part of me wished I'd met him years ago; if I'd just met him five years ago then Han would be my blood. If I'd just met him four years ago then I would have been the one he left Seojoon for. If I'd just met him three years ago then I would have been the one to pick up their pieces after what that scumbag did. Then I would have seen Han's first step, heard his first word. Maybe Han would call me daddy instead of Seojoon.

None of that mattered right now though. You couldn't change the past; our future was all that mattered. After a few minutes, I smiled as details of what needed to happen started rushing into my brain. "So, I guess I'd better get out the vacuum and tidy up if you two are going to be moving in with me," I teased, knowing my place was a complete mess.

"You want us to move in with you?"

"No, I want to marry you but continue to live in two separate apartments," I replied sarcastically. "Taehyung, I don't want to wait forever to get married. This whole thing just made me see how important things are. We shouldn't waste time because you never know how long you have left.

Tonight proved that. I want to live with you, I want to marry you, I want to have babies with you. Everything. And soon, because I don't see the point in waiting," I continued.

My words didn't seem to shock him in the slightest. He nodded in agreement as if he knew that life was too precious to take for granted too.

"Whenever you want. You just name it, and I'm there. But don't worry about the vacuum, I can run that around until you're back on your feet," he teased, nodding down at my broken leg and busted knee.

"Awesome. I'll even buy you one of those little maid uniforms to wear while you do it."

He smiled and touched his lips to mine in a gentle kiss. When he pulled back, I frowned as more things started playing out inside my head.

"So, I guess I have some paperwork I'll have to fill in then or something. You'll help me with that, won't you?" I mused, not really sure how it all works.

He frowned. "Paperwork?"

"Yeah, adoption papers."

His eyes widened. "You want to adopt Han?"

I nodded, looking at him like he was crazy. Hadn't I just said all of that stuff? Didn't he just agree to marry me? "Well, yeah. I can't very well make you a Jeon and not him, can I?" I teased, wondering why he looked so shocked.

He sighed, closing his eyes. "This is another one of those moments where you have no idea how special you are, Jungkook."

I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Anyway, I guess I have two people I need to talk to before we make this official," I said, wincing slightly. One of them I was terrified of speaking to, but I had to.

"And who's that?"

"Well, I need to ask your dad if I can steal his son." That was the easy one. "And I need to speak to Han to make sure that it's okay with him that I marry his mom." That was the one I was worried about. What if he said no?

He sighed dreamily. "I love you, Jungkook."

I smiled happily. I still wasn't used to hearing those incredible words. "I love you too, Stripes."

He smiled and pressed his lips to mine for a split second before pulling back and snapping the mask back on my face, smirking at me with his 'I'm the nurse, and you'll do as you're told' face. I laughed quietly.

I liked that face; I could see we would have a lot of fun with that one!

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