After the doctor gave new sets of medications and had a talk with my parents, I insisted that they go home and rest. The whole night had been incredibly distressing, and our folks needed to recuperate. Mia's father allowed her to stay for the night. With his permission she definitely had no choice but to comply. It's the perfect excuse to have her all to myself, to talk.

Mia filled me in with the things I missed while I was unconscious. Apparently, Crane survived and was brought directly in jail, his wounds to be treated in its own hospital. Nats lost a lot of blood but currently stable and recovering here in the same facility. The Social Welfare successfully rescued his daughter, and she will stay with them until her dad's healed and waiting for the court's decision upon his participation on the murder case. I only caught the important parts as the rest of the story just passed by unnoticed because I had my eyes and my mind on something else.

Maybe the dress wasn't perfect for tonight. It was a bad choice, because right now, all I could focus on was that milky skin of her neck down to that roundness, that fullness, and that cleavage. I begged my mind to restrain itself, but again, it was stronger than I was.

Fixated and lost in a daydream, I slapped my face a couple of times to jump back to reality and disengage my infernal eyes off of those beguilling breasts that cause me nothing but trouble. I've never been extremely ashamed of myself. A while ago I was repenting for my sins, but here I was lusting over her for the nth time while she patiently catered to my needs, completely oblivious to the reasons for my restlessness.

"Yoongi, quit moving around, you'll dislodge your IV line." Mia scolded while she prepared my milk. I raised my hand higher, intentionally testing her patience.

"I swear If I see another drop of blood in that tubing, I'll pull that out myself along with your veins. BEHAVE," her tone more intimidating. She mixed the drink quite aggressively, the spoon loudly clanging against the glass.

"Sadist," I mumbled.

"Oh, don't try to test me," she threatened one more time, making me obey instantly.

I discovered that whenever I raised my hand, blood flows out into the IV tube and mixes with the fluid so I decided to have a bit of fun and play with it. My personal nurse warned me numerous times not to move my hand a lot because it may dislodge the IV catheter, as they call it, inside my vein and that they would have to reinsert it if it gets kinked. So when the blood stayed too long in the tubing, Mia smacked my head and called the nurse to get rid of the offending color and fix it.

Frustrated and irritated, she handed me the warm glass of milk without sparing me a glance, and sat at the far corner of the room with her arms crossed over her chest, making the plumpness of her breasts more prominent. I choked on milk, some of it shooting straight up my nose, the burning sensation travelling from my nostril to my throat.

"Oh my god, I'm s-so sorry, was it too w-warm? Here, let me clean you up..." She hurriedly pulled paper towels and wiped the spills, her rasperry fragrance hitting my senses and giving me a therapeutic effect. I don't know why but raspberry, or any berries, automatically associates with Mia as if that particular scent was made especially for her, just like Emily's sweet honeysuckle.

She got a fresh set of gown for me, but was frozen to the spot when she realized I was only wearing boxers underneath.

I smiled innocently.

She was dying internally, her eyes gave her away.

"Relax, Love. I won't do anything to you. And even if I want to do something to you, I can't, technically," pointing at my injury. She rolled her eyes before she padded towards my bed and putting the siderails down.

Taking a deep breath, she laid the extra blanket on my waist, spreading it down to my knees, then started loosening the strings of the gown with hands trembling, and slipped it off my arms, the wounded side first followed by the arm with dextrose. I chuckled at her, instinctively shutting her eyes while unfolding the new gown and not wanting to see my bare chest, but being the devil I was, I swept the blanket to the side, my arm covering my erection. Teasing her has taken its toll on me, exciting me to the point where my bulge began to hurt, but seeing her flustered reaction was all worth it.

"Mia, will you stop being ridiculous? Open your eyes, how can you do it properly with eyes closed?"

She opened her eyes, "Yikes!!!" she shrieked and spun around when she saw me in my boxers, making me laugh so hard that my wound hurt.

"That's it, I'm calling the nurse to get you dressed."

I chuckled and grabbed her hand to stop her. "Okay, fine. I'm sorry. Here," I dragged the blanket over myself, securing it under my armpit. "There, all covered up. You can continue now."

"No."

"Come on, Mia. It's cold," I pleaded.

"No."

"Please? No more mischiefs. Cross my heart, hope to die."

Turning her head slowly, her lips jutted to one side, "Don't actually die on me, Min Yoongi."

"Yes, Ma'am."

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It took us fifteen minutes to put the gown on me, having trouble deciphering which arm should go to the respective armholes. After three unsuccessful attempts, we finally put it on me correctly.

I heard sniffing sounds near my ear, and Mia blushed deep red when I caught her shamelessly sticking her nose in my hair. "Excuse me, Miss, what are you doing?"

"Uhm... Your shampoo smells nice, minty fresh," she quickly retreated.

"It's my cologne, I like spraying it on my scalp. You can use it if you like. It's in the secret pocket at the back of my bag," I offered.

After she was done tying the last set of strings of the gown, her hands rested on my shoulders, "Thank you for saving me."

"Anything for you. Now come here and sit beside me." I patted the mattress as I waited patiently for her.

She obliged, putting the siderail down before sitting next to me, her hip brushing against my side. Electricity coursed through my veins as I was blessed by her warmth that radiates from every inch of her skin, her face just millimeters apart from mine, making me automatically pucker my lips.

She let out a giggle. "What are you protruding your lips for?" She pushed my face out of the way,

"Mia?"

She hummed in response.

"I'm your boyfriend from now on."

"No. Why are you imposing?"

"Wow. That was harsh. I just took a bullet for you. And this is what I get in return?" I lashed out mockingly. "Oh, how could you do this to me? Ugh! The pain! The rejection!" I looked away and hid my face in my good arm.

"Oh will you stop being so dramatic..."

"But you didn't even disagree when I called you 'my girl' earlier." I ranted.

She smirked. "I didn't say anything-"

"Well it's as good as saying yes."

"No."

I slumped onto the bed, "Oh, the deception..."

"Ugh, I can't believe this!" She pushed herself off of the bed, storming out but I caught her hand before she could go further. Her hair flipped dramatically, her sprakling eyes bore mine.

"Don't go."

She stayed silent, her feet planted firmly to the ground. From the way her fingers nervously played with the lace trimmings of her dress, my straightforwardness left her frustrated, because I was too caught up, too transparent with my feelings. I let her go, trusting she wouldn't walk oit the door.

"I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable. But I'm not gonna apologize for being straightforward. I like you. No, I love you. I really do. I may sound too emotional, but after what happened, I'll admit I've never been scared of death until tonight. Before I was so ready to kiss death in the face, always finding ways to kill myself. But then you gave me reasons to live again. And I'm so thankful that I'm still alive to keep my promises to you, because YOU are my reason, Mia."

I held out my hand for her to take, and she did willingly. She sat down on the bed, this time taking off her shoes, settling herself in front of me and slipping her feet inside my blanket. "It's cold, sorry." Her toes where icy, so I squashed them between my legs to warm them up.

"I love you, Mia."

"I know, you show me everyday..."