It was 4 in the morning as Y/n laid in the bed, asleep. She was turned to one side where her wound wasn't so she could get some proper rest. They had put anesthesia to make sure her wound wouldn't bother her as she slept.

The figure stood outside with a bag full of his favorite snacks and a small bouquet of the prettiest purple, pink, and white flowers.

His hands were trembling slightly, as he stood there, wondering if he should go in and make sure she was fine. It would be rude if he didn't and his heart ached to know she was.

With a sigh, he took everything in one hand, careful not to break the bouquet. His hand slowly and shakily reached for the door handle, gently twisting it and quietly pushing the door open.

His eyes instantly fell upon her on the bed, his eyes getting teary at the sight of all the machines surrounding the poor woman laying on the bed.

He slowly and quietly stepped inside, his hand closing the door behind him in the quietest way possible. He, then, moved closer to the bed and placed the things on the table by the bed.

His eyes then slowly glanced at her peaceful face, her lips slightly pouted. The way the woman in front of him jumped to protect him, risking her own life for him.

He saw her as a heroine, as an idol, as an angel. He pulled a chair close to the bed, sitting down quietly and continuing to stare at her. A few tears fell down his cheeks as he watched her sleep.

He felt lucky to have a fan like her. That someone like her existed in this world. He hesitated on what he was about to do, but his hand unconsciously did it anyway.

He tucked some of her hair to the side, seeing it was hiding part of her face. Then, her eyes twitched slightly and she winced while turning to the side.

He was quick to react, eyes wide as he reached over and carefully helped her to lay on her back. He was now hovering over her, hands on her hip and shoulder.

The moment she sighed in relief, he sighed in relief as well. His eyes slowly calmed down and he was about to pull away when he realized his hand was no longer on her hip.

But her hand was holding it.

He gulped nervously, already feeling his heart beginning to slam in his chest as he wondered what to do. He tried pulling it away but her hold only tightened.

He sighed shakily, looking back up at her and sitting down instead. His heart kept beating rapidly as he decided to just watch her sleep, holding her hand back.

"Thank you, my savior." He whispered.

The shiny sun warmed up the room and your face, causing you to stir in your sleep. You slowly blinked your eyes open, looking around the room with a sigh.

You noticed a bag full of something and a bouquet there, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Then, you noticed the empty chair by the bed.

"Someone came?" You muttered to yourself.

You guessed it was probably your friend after finding out what happened. Your hand moved to the now bandaged and taken-care-of wound. Your fingers caressed it softly as you stared at the ceiling.

"I wonder if the boys are okay." You mumbled.

The door soon opened and you looked slowly towards it. The figure of a man walked in quietly, his back facing you as he had turned to close the door.

You were about to ask who he was until he turned around, taking his mask off. You had propped yourself up on one arm to take a better look.

The man's eyes widened and so did yours, your hand pointing at him in shock. He was carrying a tray with food in his hands.

It was Jeon Jungkook.

You sat up harshly only for the wound to send pain shooting up all over your abdomen, causing you to fall back on the bed while groaning at the pain.

Jungkook was quick enough to place the tray on the table by the bed, before moving beside you and holding your shoulder with one hand.

"괜찮 으세요? 심하게 아파요? (Are you okay? Does it hurt badly?)" He asked quickly, his eyebrows lowered in worry. He helped you slowly sit up this time, making sure the pillows behind you were placed perfectly for you to be comfortable.

"I-I don't..." You began but trailed off when his eyes connected to yours. Your heart began racing as tears grew in your eyes, lips beginning to tremble.

"울-울지마. 제발. (D-Don't cry. Please.)" He whispered. "I-I'm just glad y-you're okay." You whispered back with a sob. Your head lowered down as he watched sadly.

His hand slowly took yours in his and smiled. "Thanks to you." He replied, in English this time. You looked up at him and smiled, "I didn't want to see any of you hurt." You replied.

You sniffled and reached up with one hand to wipe your cheeks but his hand was quicker. You watched in surprise, eyes wide as he smiled shyly, only his bunny teeth showing.

"There. Even prettier." He whispered. You blushed and looked away, sniffling to yourself. Jungkook had a smile resting on his lips as he looked away, clearing his throat.

He took the plastic bag from the table and placed it on your lap before taking the tray. "My mom prepared this food for you and the nurses were kind enough to provide me a tray to put it on." He explained.

The homemade food already made your mouth water. "Y-Your mom made it?" You asked in shock, his head nodding.

You carefully took the tray and placed it on your lap, digging through the plastic bag to find seaweed snacks, potato chips, and a few bottles of banana milk.

"They are my favorites. I hope you like them since I didn't know what else to get you." He said, running a hand through his long strands.

You watched in awe before opening one of the banana bottles and handing him one. "You can have one." You said. He took it with a wide smile and sipped some, licking his lips after.

"Thank you. Now, eat." He said, gesturing to the food with his eyes. You took the spoon and ate some of the stew, taking a spoonful of the stew.

"Hmm! This tastes amazing!" You exclaimed, the flow of tastes invading your mouth. So many different tones of spices and the meat were clouding your mind, the taste so savoring and amazing.

He chuckled and nodded, leaning forward on the chair. "Yeah, her cooking is good." He said quietly in response while watching you.

His eyes sparkled and he couldn't help but stare, your eyes glued to the tray and the food, taking small bites of everything.

A smile rested on your lips, opening another banana milk but this time for yourself. Then,

Hello~

Hope you are all enjoying the book :3

Jungkook just surprised you in the hospital room and even brought food his mom prepared aaah!

Is this a new step to friendship? Or more?