— Next day —

Monday, December 16, 2019.

6 am.

My alarm clock snatches me out of my dream, abruptly, my sleepiness making it hard to accept it. I remain on my back and move my free hand up to my phone, blindly, to stop this piercing sound and hope for y/n to not be woken up by it.

Once it's quiet again, I breathe out and put my hand back on my stomach, turning my head in y/n's direction to see the back of her body but feel it pressed against mine, with my arm under her neck, and her fingers touching it. I smile but take a peek out the windows, discerning through the flimsy curtains the whiteness of the sky, the landscape. If today is the first snow of the year, I'm going to believe this is made just for our special morning.

Needing some warmth, I pull the blanket higher on our naked bodies and turn towards her, I wrap my arm around her waist and cling onto her, not wanting to wake up and leave the bed. I cuddle up against her and enjoy some minutes with her.

Her body doesn't remain still, she causes some frictions and turns around to face me, but she buries her head in my chest and hides under the blanket, encircling my waist with her arms like a baby. I smile and rest my head on hers, loving this more than anything, how comforting, heartwarming it is.

"I love you," I whisper in her ear, holding her close, my hand goes up to her hair and pat her head, slowly, combing her hair back and relaxing us. "I love you too..." she kisses my chest, making it hard for me to go away.

We don't talk more, brushing our fingers past each other's skin.

20 minutes later...

I get out of the bedroom after my morning routine, smelling the warm and delicious scent of food cooking. I head up to the kitchen while fixing my dress shirt in my trousers but holding my phone in one hand. The sound of the TV grasps my attention once I enter the room, but then, I make my way towards y/n without thinking twice.

I get right behind her and back hug her as she's cooking something for me, wearing something that seems familiar. I press a kiss on her temple but give a little tug on the hoodie. "What is that? Hm?" I smile at her.

She turns around and heaves her arms up while staring into my eyes, so I grab her by the hips and lift her up the floor to hold her in my arms. "Your hoodie is better than the ones I have," she clings onto me, her arms and legs wrapped around my body. I grin but put her down on the kitchen island to lean forth and land on kiss on one of her thighs, before caressing them. "You're a stealer."

"Borrowing is not stealing..." she finds an excuse, smiling at me in the softest manner. Her eyes are sparkling even more, the gaze into them is different, in a good way. I cup her face with my hands and stroke her warm cheeks with my thumbs. "My little one," I call her the way she likes me to, her lips curving up into a smile right away. "Have you seen outside? It's snowing," I tell her, finding it wonderful for such a day. "I'm pretty sure it's not just a coincidence."

"Hm, nature knows what we did last night, so it decided to greet us with the first snow of the year?" she mocks me and my belief, leaning in to get us closer. "What? Maybe I'm right..." I bring my hands down to her throat to hold the sides of it while swimming in her starry soul. "Nature knows a lot of things. You can't even imagine."

"Ah, then I guess the snow came because of us," she moves forth and drops her head on my shoulder. "That would have been a great day to go for a walk..."

"I know, baby," I rub her back, knowing how hard it is to be away for a long day after what happened. She puts her arms around my waist, pressing a kiss on my neck. I take a look at the food to make sure it doesn't burn, and I then swing to the side with her to kiss her neck, feeling her need of affection, how much she needs and wants it.

"If the snow is still there once we're back home, we could go out together and walk before dinner. Does it tempt you?" I propose to do, believing this is a great idea. She moves her head up from my shoulder and nods to me. "Yes, I hope the snow won't disappear."

I smile at her and place my hands on the side of her head to kiss her cheek and now take care of the food. "Be more careful on the road today, all right?" she speaks, caring for me. "I know, I will be careful, but I want you to wear something warm today," I turn the induction hob off. "I know, but I have to wear a skirt at my school, all the girls have to be in a skirt."

"What's the purpose? They can't tell the difference between girls and boys?" I disagree with those rules, hating them and their stupid logic. "Well...I guess the guy that made this rule was a pervert."

"Or a dumbass since girls don't have the right to show their shoulders," I raise my eyebrows but turn around to grab two bowls. "True," she smiles but goes onto the floor once she sees me fill the dishes with the food.

This cute baby steps behind me and back hugs me, putting a smile on my face. "My legs feel wobbly today...you ruined me..." she speaks against my back, but I chuckle unwillingly. "Aw, baby. I'm so sorry, you just made me go crazy," I turn around to face her, touching her arms. "I promise I'll be gentle next time," I peck the tip of her nose, her cheeks blush right when I walk aside, but I grin and take the food to bring it to the table.

•••

3:15 pm.

'YOUR P.O.V'

[ my day is already over, I'm going home❤ >

I send the text to Jungkook and walk up to the bus stop, struggling through the heavy amount of snow, even with my flat thigh-high boots. I hold my binder against my chest, finding some warmth the best way possible. I wish Jungkook were here, he would warm me up.

I stand on my spot while thinking about Jungkook but take my earphones out to put them on and play some music. Today, he's supposed to come home at around five like usual, so I still have two hours before me to cook, take a shower, and study.

I'm happy though, the snow is still there and even more than earlier. I just hope that he won't be tired, otherwise, we will have to stay home. I'm pretty sure he won't have the time to go out, or not have the will.

40 minutes later...

I check my phone for the hundredth time as I just went up to the kitchen after a shower. Jungkook hasn't answered me yet, this weird, it's unusual from him. I sigh but put my phone down, fearing something might have happened to him. He's probably just very busy and cannot answer me but still, I easily get paranoid.

Since I have to be positive, I take care of the food and cook the dinner. I won't send him another text, but if he hasn't answered me in one hour, I call him. I'm already stressing out right now, so I can't even imagine once one hour will have passed with no reply from him.

The doorbell rings, grasping my attention right away.

•••

4 pm.

'JUNGKOOK'S P.O.V'

My eyes open after a moment of shock, some blinding, blue lights making it hard to not seek darkness, the scent of smoke and fire invade my nose as my aching body is remaining against my steering wheel. I try to keep my eyes open, feeling some acute pain in my chest, my head while my lower body feels numb.

Some voices start to resound everywhere, the sound of them not reaching me with steadiness. Everything is unclear, understandable, painful. I don't know what is happening.

"Sir?!" a man passes his arm through the broken window of my car, touching me but sending some pain through my limbs. "Do not worry, we're here to help you, all right?" he speaks to me, my mind not processing what is happening to me. I close my eyes out of extreme exhaustion and fatigue but hear the same voice try to keep me awake, with some metal and shrieking noise piercing my eardrums. "What is your name?"

I do not move, feeling unable to raise just a finger. "Ju...Jungkook..." I struggle to let it out, thinking about y/n, worrying about her, and hoping for her to be safe where she is. Some emotional tears escape my eyes, the fright, the pain, the worry, all of those gathered together are suffocating me. I can barely inhale or exhale without feeling some currents of agony run through my body.

"All right, Jungkook. I'm Joel, I'm here to help you. I and my colleagues are getting you out of your car, so do not move. We take care of everything," he warns me as if I was in danger, making me fear I might be severely injured, and that all the adrenaline is preventing me from knowing where it is exactly. "Do you feel any pain?" he asks me.

"Yeah..." I answer, struggling at each word or effort. "In my head...my arms and neck...and my lower back...but my lower body is numb...I can't feel anything..."

"Okay," he nods before shouting to his colleagues. I do my best to breathe and not move, feeling terribly uncomfortable and scared that something horrible might happen. A sudden loud noise startles me, the door of my car gets destroyed, and the men carry it away, for the one who was talking to me to come closer with a cervical collar. "Keep calm, okay? You're doing an amazing job, Jungkook," he leans in to reach me out and some other guys help him.

"I need to call someone..." I ask for him to listen, his hands getting closer to me. "Who do you need to call?" he doesn't refuse but answers, putting one arm around me to pass the collar. "My baby..." my faint voice quivers, the thoughts of her paining me.

I promised we would go out together to walk in the snow for the first time today, and now I'm terrified she could be in danger. "Is it a boy or a girl?" he passes the cervical collar around my neck as I'm trying not to make any noise of unbearable pain. "Y/n...she's my partner...but I'm scared she could be in danger...I need to call her..."

"Why would she be in danger?" he moves back to take a look at his colleagues that must be coming closer. The collar is too much for me to handle it, I feel like I'm choking. "This thing..." I remember some of the minutes before everything turned black, I force myself to look at him. "It wasn't an accident...someone purposely ran into my car...I need to call her..."

"We will call her, Jungkook. All right? You don't have to be worried," he reassures me, not understanding that it's urgent, and that I have to make this call right now. I sigh and close my eyes, hearing and feeling all the panic around me. The tears flow out of my eyes, and I part my lips to let the air in and out.

"Can you keep your head in this direction for us, Jungkook?" he asks me. "Yes..." I close my eyes again, each opening ending in a quick way to let the darkness come back. "Okay, let's go," he moves towards me, but this time someone else is by his side to take care of me.

As soon as he starts to move my body to straightness my back, everything turns into torture, some groans running out of my mouth instinctively. I've never felt so physically miserable and hopeless, I do not know whether I'm going to hold in till the hospital, or if I'm going to survive till there. I don't know anything anymore.

"It's soon over, Jungkook," he attempts to alleviate the pain with his words, dragging my attention on something else. I cannot stop dying, I cannot stand this. "Here we are," he holds my back in a straight line, and his colleague gets to my legs to check everything and move me away from my seat.

All those movements get me to have my limbs in sight, the blood all over my body, my ripped clothes, the damage. I'm never going to make it out alive. I groan from pain without even being conscious of it, but both of the men lie me down on the stretcher.

"It's over. You were perfect, Jungkook," he smiles at me as I'm breathing heavily, missing the comfort with y/n, her smile, her hugs, her voice, I need them all. "Please...." I gaze up at him, hearing my voice losing intensity. "Call her...I'm begging you..."

"Jungkook, we're going to get you in the ambulance, and while the doctor will be there to treat your injuries, we will let you call her, all right?" he gives me his word, so I trust him and answer with a feeble 'yes'.

I wait for them to drag me to the vehicle, two men joining me as a woman is already in here with all the medical supply ready. I repeat the things I already had to say to Joel. While she's speaking to me and connecting some tubes to my arms, putting the oxygen mask over my mouth, and taking care of me, the doors close, and the car starts.

"What's the phone number of y/n, Jungkook?" he doesn't break his promise, holding his phone in his hand. I enunciate her phone number without making any mistakes. "Please...tell her I'm okay...but I just want her to leave the house and get to Minjae's one to be safe."

He nods and heaves his phone up to his ear. The rush of emotions overwhelms me, the traumatic situation not helping, I burst into tears, but nothing turns better. "She's not answering..."

My heart hastens, the beating of it impacting my aching chest. "Calm down, Jungkook. Everything's fine," the woman doesn't understand anything, speaking nonsense as I cannot remain calm anymore. The thought of y/n in danger brings back the memories of my nightmare, I don't want this to happen, I do not want it to become real.

I try not to suffocate as my heart is rushing into my chest, intensifying all the pain through my body. In a matter of short seconds, my heavy eyelids shut, and I lose consciousness.

40 minutes later...

My eyes open again, the tiredness still felt in my entire body. This time, I'm on a hospital bed, breathing with the help of an oxygen mask. The blurriness of what I can perceive sharpen more and more as the seconds are passing by, the person next to me seeming tall and manly. I keep my eyes fixed on them, hearing the sound of my own breathing through the mask, the sound of my heartbeat reproduced by the machine.

This person talks to me, and I blink, several times. "...there's no need to worry, the doctors took care of you, Sir. You're under medication, so the pain should be less intense," he explains to me, his traits getting clearer. "How are you feeling?" he asks me.

I blink, feeling heavy, but light at the same time. This is a weird sensation. "Tired..." I mumble with difficulty. "And weak..."

"It's totally normal, don't be worried about that," he says some reassuring words, those ones that never work on me. My state is not what matters to me at this moment, I need to know where is y/n, and how she's feeling because everything seems like a nightmare. "You can rest, a surgery is planned for you today because your nerve was injured during the accident, but this won't be dangerous, everything will be fine."

"I need to call someone..." I breathe out, struggling like never before. "Mister, only your laptop could be retrieved in the accident. Your phone was nowhere to be find."

"I know her number," I don't pay attention to this detail. "I need someone to send the police to my house...absolutely..."

"Why? The ambulance man who was with you told me you needed to get into contact with a certain y/n, your partner, but we need to know where you live," he remains calm while listening to me, so I give him the location of my house and pray for him to receive an answer. "Do you believe she's in danger?"

"Yes, she is..." I affirm, with some tears growing in the corner of my eyes. The machine blows up once I start to think about her, talk about her, and picture some horrible scenes. "All right, stay calm. I'm going to call the police and send them to your house, but do not panic," he dials the number with the phone he has in his pocket while walking back to the door, and he calls them, standing before the door in case something bad might happen.

I never felt so powerless in my life, I cannot do anything against the situation, I'm weak, unnerved, and so empty. I have no control over this, and that's what hurts the most because I promised her I would be there to protect her and keep her out of danger. I failed again.

The doors open as some tears are rolling down the sides of my face to be soaked by the pillow. "The police is on its way, they will inform us once they checked the place. All right?" he walks back to me as nothing is able to put my mind at rest. So long as I'm staying without any news from her, I'll be anxious. "When will I have the right to leave the hospital?"

"Not this week. You have to go through the surgery then recover, you cannot be discharged earlier," he answers with what I expected to hear. I glance away and bite the bullet, for now. If I ever get to know y/n is in serious danger, I'll leave this hospital and not give a damn about my state. If y/n is in this situation, it's only because of me.

"If you don't feel ready yet, do not answer, but do you remember what happened before the accident?" he questions me as I'm looking out the windows, the night sky filling me with hope for y/n to be under the same sky and feel all right. "This wasn't an accident..." I answer him, pulling my mask down. "Those people are after me...because of some stupid money...I was going back home, on an empty road when some flashes just hit my windshield, then my side, and they ran into me from the front before I could even reverse...I remembered the face I saw in the car that was on my left...I know them...so I know it was planned."

"What are their names?" he demands to know some more information about them, but I doubt, not knowing whether this is a good idea to reveal their names if I'm not sure that y/n is in real danger. If she is, then I can turn them in, if she's not, it might save her life to keep quiet. "What if I reveal their names, and they end up hurting her even more because they know I'm the one who did it...?"

"We need as much as information if you want to save her," he states what is right, making me think twice before speaking. A ringtone interrupts us, the man takes his phone out and picks up the call, so I listen to everything.

"Yes?" he glances away, his facial expression obviously unveiling some great attention to the voice leaving the phone. He nods, and I put my mask back on, feeling my pulse increasing in speed. "Oh..." this horrible, ominous sound slips out of him, making my fear worsens. "Is she okay?" I do not hold back. I need to know, right now.

"All right, thank you," he hangs up and moves the phone down to glance at me, with no promising gaze. "Sir..."