❝I Love You❞
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MY FEET WERE BURNING, I couldn't stop anymore. My face was damped in tears, my heart was beating fast and my mind was totally blank right now. All that was in my head was my father.

"Dad." I whispered, seeing him through the glass. "Are you his gaurdian?" A nurse came up to me and Jungkook, I nodded. "He suddenly had an attack, his situation is getting critical but we're trying our hardest to cope up with him." She nodded, walking away.

I ran a hand through my hair, "Hey, hey, hey. It's fine. I'm with you, we're gonna get through it together, right?" He asked, I nodded. "Yeah, it's fine, let's wait." I gripped his hands, standing back at watched the door, waiting for it to open.

I felt like a striking pain was filling my heart, again, I was at the edge of losing someone beloved, my feet were tapping onto he floor constantly in worry and pain, I felt useless as a daughter and guardian to my father.

It's been five hours, almost night, Jungkook was trying hard to not fall asleep, but I assured him of sleeping in my lap, so now, he was deep in sleep. I felt like my soul had left my body, all I did was run my hands through his hair for his comfort while staring at the operation theatre.

I prayed for my father every second, I wanted him safe and sound, I didn't want to lose him too. Slowly, as I fell into the depths of my own mind, I realised that I had nothing to protect except Jungkook and my father, the only two people who stood by me until the end.

I've realised that none of the people I've met stood by me in my deepest regrets, sadness and pain, but Jungkook did. I realised how cruel I was to him, as a wife and a human, I totally gave him no chance for anything at all.

Having a room filled with beloved ones' memories isn't psychotic, it's just love and affection. Standing by me doesn't means he's just doing it for a formality, he does because he wants to, because he loves me. Crying because of me doesn't means he doesn't cares, he does that because he loves me, he does everything just because—

He loves me.  And I want to do the same now.

Now, when I've got two people, he's only got me, and that hurts me. As the only person he trusts, I'm going to love him until I die, I'll take care of him and never let him be alone, never. "Mrs Jeon." I flinched out of my thoughts when a nurse lightly stroked my shoulder. I looked at her, she smiled at me,

"Your father is alright now."

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"Dad." I sniffed and hugged my father, careful to not hurt him. "How did you get an attack suddenly?" I asked, he stroked my head lightly, sighing, "Long story short, I was trying to catch some flying birds and ended up seeing some real ugly ones, and then, yucks, I had an attack at how ugly it was." He made a disgusted face.

"No, seriously. How did you?" Jungkook asked and sat beside him, "Well, I was just watching TV, and suddenly had an attack, I don't know how." He said. "You should be careful." He nodded. "Maybe I will if I hear some good news, did you two make up?" He asked.

"Yes." I smiled and nodded, he hummed, "That's good. So now, I don't have to be hesitant to hug you, right?" He asked, opening his other arm for Jungkook, he quickly jumped in, before my father snickered,

"Damn. Cringe X 100."

Jungkook gripped my hand as we both walked inside the house. "So now, are we getting bach together?" He asked, I nodded. "Of course we are." He smiled, fishing something out from his pocket. "Isn't this...Seran's ring?" I asked, he nodded, taking out another ring from his pocket.

"I want you, to wear both of these rings, will you?" He nervously asked, I smiled, "Of course." I nodded, he slid both the rings in each of my fingers. "So, we're finally having the moment we wanted?" He asked, I nodded, moving in to kiss him.

I wrapped my hands around his neck, sighing. "I am happy." He said, smiling. "Me too."

"I love you." He said, smiling at me,

"I love you too."

This time, I meant it.

Devil Contract.

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ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀᴄᴛ, a wattpad story

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Epilogue coming soon.