❝Well, love comes after. Adrenaline kicks on your body, fight-or-flight response is triggered. Whether you fight or fly, you do move. So, the rush is where it all starts. It's what makes you budge, what makes you change. Love comes after. The realiz...
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♡, bebel.
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A slight breeze drawing patterns on its way across the dim room. The husky sound of a flute building a lighthearted melody under an ocean of reverb, drowning and drowning, consuming my ears and taking over the weight in my uneasy and overwhelmed body. Other than that, it's complete silence.
My sight is dark and purposeless due to my closed eyes and my tact can only make me aware of the ground beneath me, my body lying flat and my back in contact with the cold floor. My nostrils pull trails of the cloud of incense above me into my airways, blending with oxygen in my lungs and travelling along my body as I breathe in.
The fragrances of the herbs lighten up my body and blurry my thoughts and concerns until it all becomes weightless and tangible, as if I'm levitating. Nevertheless, in the deepest layers of my trance, a memory hovers my dimmish mind.
"Jungkookie... Do you have any idea of how serious this is?"
I shifted in the hospital bed, my eyes scanning his as I tried to read his expression. He sat in a chair beside me uncomfortably, one of his thumbnails pinching on the other intently, his hands clasped together on his lap. His eyebrows were furrowed and eyes red and swollen, like he's been crying and still holding tears while looking patiently at me, waiting for an answer.
The silence could kill me at that moment, the 'beep' of the many machines displayed around me and tubes plugged on my body sounding rhythmically and hitting my ears in a reminder of where I was, why I was there.
"Mr. Kang got it covered, alright? The media won't know about it, so don't worry, hyung." I answered over my lowered head, looking up to see him finally turning to look at me, any former hints of concern in his eyes turning to anger.
"And you think I care?"
"I-I..."
"Jungkook, I thought-" He leaned closer to me with a burning gaze, gulping between his words to suppress any tears. "I thought that, after what happened to me, we would never, ever, have to go through this again."
