Save Me || Book 1 ✅

Hate is a Strong Word

Trigger warning: graphic description of seizures

"Hobi," Namjoon whisper-called Hoseok over to him. They had been walking for about two hours and he was getting tired. He was still pushing Taehyung in the wheelchair, but it was difficult over the uneven pathing under them. The grass, broken branches and mud; they were all getting caught in the wheels. 

"Take over for a bit, will ya?" Namjoon asked the man as he jogged over to him, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Sure thing." Hoseok smiled, taking the handles of the chair and pushing it forward. Taehyung was still asleep with his oversized winter coat laid over his lap.

The dimming evening light was making it hard to see where the group was going but they left it to the girls to guide the way. Jisoo, Rosé and Jennie were stood with Seokjin in front of the rest, making sure they were heading the right way. 

Namjoon slowed his pace until he had fallen back to where Yoongi was guiding Jimin forward. Jimin had refused to let anyone carry him because it made him feel pathetic, but he was really struggling to walk by himself. Lisa and Jungkook were at the back of the group, having another hushed argument as they walked.

"Look, I understand that you are intolerable, you're a girl and you need your attention..." Jungkook said in a whisper to Lisa who was trying to talk to him about music. He had been trying desperately, for the whole hour, to get her to shut up but she wouldn't leave him alone. "But we don't need to have this conversation."

"I'm only trying to keep up the morale." Lisa shrugged, not quite understanding why the boy was refusing to talk to her.

"Don't ever say that again," Jungkook grimaced at the girl's words. "It makes you sound like an old hostage negotiator."

"What does that even mean?" Lisa asked, mainly to herself since Jungkook simply wasn't listening. 

"So, what?" She asked back in a hushed, annoyed, tone. Her shoulders were slumped and her arms were folded over her chest, like a child in a tantrum. "You don't like talking about music?"

"No," Jungkook said, shooting the girl a tired glare. "I don't like talking to you."

"Rude." Lisa pouted, pushing his shoulder as she walked past him.

"Don't touch me," Jungkook said. He was annoyed at her but he couldn't help but find her funny, maybe even pretty cute. He thought that it was rather impressive, her ability to talk about anything for hours. It kind of reminded him of when Hoseok got hyper, one day at work, and wouldn't shut up for a second. He was talking about every little thing that happened in the dance studio like a commentator. Seokjin had to tell him to shut up, so he just kept doing wacky dances instead. Jungkook chuckled to himself at the memory.

"What is your problem?" Lisa asked, turning to face him while walking backwards. Jungkook just scoffed and shook his head at her, not able to remove the amused smile from his lips. "We met, like, four hours ago and you haven't been nice once. Apart from earlier, with that boy. Do you just hate me? Have I done something to piss you off?"

"I'm nice," Jungkook argued, his brows knitting together, not knowing where she got that idea from. 

"First of all, you were of no help earlier." He said, remembering how she stood and watched the whole episode with Jimin with a disgusted look on her face. "Second, everything you do pisses me off."

"Yes, I was! And there's no need to be so rude!" Lisa squeaked, her expression creasing into an offended frown. "What have I done?"

"And, third, hate is a strong word." Jungkook dismissed her question and smirked at her. "Call it an intense dislike."