Once upon a time, a carefree girl met with a fearless boy.
In which their faith were entangled in prickles of blue roses, waiting to bloom in universe that's non-existent.
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✨ fluff with a lil spice of angst
✨ some comedy
✨ idk just read and you'll...
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Jeon Jungkook's POV
"Jeon Jungkook! Hang on there, please. I know you can hear me. We're almost there! Shit."
I can barely hear what he's saying due to the loud ringing in my ears.
His voice sounds familiar.
The way he cursed in the midst of horror pertains Yoongi hyung very much. It's surprising how such small detail confirms the identity of the man who's beside me, holding my hands dearly while pushing the ward, following the nurses towards the emergency room.
As I try to flicker my eyes open, aching due to the incredible brightness, I slowly examine Yoongi hyung's facial features. He's furrowing his eyebrows hard, soon leaving stretches on his forehead, biting his lips harshly. Yoongi hyung seems trying to get a hold of himself as everything seems surreal. It's difficult for him to digest what just happened. Perhaps he's beating himself up for not observing me quite well. Our schedule has been madly inhumane, keeping everyone busy which forces us to solely focus on ourselves.
It's really not his fault, trust me. It was my decision to leave everything behind.
I thought it was easy. I'm not afraid of the afterlife, I swear.
Instead, I seek to visit there sooner. However, I just realised I'm not ready for one thing.
My hyungs' feelings.
I didn't know I would witness their grief. I thought I would just leave this world in a blink of an eye, ending all these innumerable sufferings. But turns out God has another plan. It seems like I'm punished for giving up my life and now, I shall deal with my consequences as I'm now facing my biggest fear.
Hyungs' tears.
After a minute's passed, everything looks clearer.
I notice my bloodstains on Yoongi hyung's cheeks and neck. Might as well as his collarbone if you closely scan his features. I can see how desperate he is, begging me to stay awake.
As everything seems to be in slow motion, I slowly lift my fingers and that's when our gaze met. A glimpse of hope shines through his red puffy eyes.
"Yah! That's right. You're doing good! Keep your eyes wide open, okay? I'm here. Everyone's here! We're not losing you and you can't leave us now. Not like this. NOT LIKE THIS, JUNGKOOK-AH," shouted Yoongi hyung while trying to keep pace with the moving ward.
He was trying so hard to keep his emotions in check. He initially forced himself to not let any panic attacks rush his body. He was practically on the verge of crying.
