Chapter 37

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Et Orabat

The Creek


His mind shut down, he didn't care anymore what happened to his body as long as he had peace of mind, and he had been so happy before all of this, he just wanted to feel that happiness again, to feel blissful and relaxed, to feel perfect. He wanted to feel fine so badly that his mind blacked out and all he could see and hear was that moment, that perfect moment, where he and Taehyung were lying on the bed, smiling at each other.

He was in his happy place inside his mind. He didn't care what would happen to his body so long as he had peace of mind.

- Alexander, leave. -

- Well then. I'm glad about what I found out. I think that's all I can do for today. Good evening. -

- ......what does he mean "for today"? What... Jungkook? -

- ... -

- Jungkook... -

- ... -

- Taehyung... I think it's best if we bring him to Poppy, she'll know what to do. -

- No, he doesn't like hospitals, maybe we could... -

- Taehyung, look at him, he's completely frozen in place, I think we should take him, or call his father or... --

 His father? The best friend of the man that caused Jungkook to get in this state? No, we'll take him to his friends, they'll know what to do. -

- But this looks serious. He needs a professional. -

- He needs someone that knows how to handle this situation. Jungkook knows how to help Leonardo, I bet Leonardo knows how to help him. I'll take him to his friends, alright? -

- ...Alright then, but if it gets worse... -

- I know. -

- Fine. How... How are you going to make him move? -

- ...I think I know how... and I don't like it... Jungkook, let go of my arm. -

He did it.

- Yeah, I don't like this either. ... I'll talk to you tomorrow, and ask you how it all went. Alright, my boy? -

- Yes, I will. Don't worry, I have it under control. Thank you. - ... - Kook, I'm... I-I'm sorry... -

- ... -

- ...Jungkook, follow me. -

He did.












He could feel his body moving...

Was it moving?...

Yes, he was moving. He was walking. The floor was somewhat soft like he was walking over a carpet.

A carpet... A red carpet.

He could see.

Or could he?

All he saw was red. And a foot. And then the other. Oh, he was walking. Walking over a red-carpeted floor.

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