Diary (Vkook, Old Version)

Taehyung's P.O.V

I couldn't stand it.

I really couldn't.

The moment Jungkook's parents entered the room, his diary in Mrs. Jeon's hand, I knew exactly what they were going to show me.

Feeling numb, I stood up from the chair that was placed right next to Jungkook's bed and started walking towards them.

"Taehyung, you need to see this." His mother started talking, shoving the book on my chest. I blinked, quickly taking the diary.

I felt tears swell up in my eyes, as I read the last entry. March 5th, 2015. The day all of this shit started.

It felt horrible.

Really damn horrible, to know Jungkook went through all of this, just because of me. Even though everyone told me it wasn't my fault, I knew it was. I was the reason, Jungkook was laying in this god damn hospital, looking so pale and fragile, not able to do a thing.

I tried to force back my tears, but to no avail. I felt my cheeks get wet, immediately trying to wipe away the tears. "I, I'm so sorry." I managed in between sobs.

My vision was blurred, due to the tears, but I could feel Mr. Jeon's warm hand on my back. It reminded me of Jungkook's touch an awful lot. I flinched, pulling away, seeing Mr. Jeon's eyes widening in surprise. "Ah, I'm sorry." I muttered, my eyes stuck on the floor for a while, before I looked up at Jungkook's parents, who were smiling faintly at me.

"It's fine, Taehyung." Mr. Jeon said, making me shake my head quickly. "No, not just for that. I'm so sorry for everything. I can't... I'm sorry, I'll leave." I whispered the last sentence, quickly taking my jacket, before putting it on. "Tell me, if anything happens to Jungkook. Bye." I managed, before I felt tears stream down my face again. I opened the door, and walked out.

Great. What was I gonna do now?

Ah, right. The same thing I did, everytime I felt like this.

Go home, eat ice cream, watch cartoons, feel miserable, sleep. Wake up, and repeat all day.

I groaned in frustration, when I stepped out of the huge building and the cold air from outside hit me. I threw my head back, staring at the cloudy sky.

Why did I leave Jungkook's comfortable room again?

Didn't I say I'd never leave him, no matter what?

God damn it.

I stopped in my track, turning around and making my way back to the hospital, where the warmth hit my freezing face. I was about to sigh in relief, but I forced it back.

Relief? Pft. No way in hell was I gonna be relieved about anything while Jungkook was laying up there, without me.

I really didn't want to see his parents again, but being with Jungkook was far more important than that anyway.

So I slowly made my way up the stairs, since I didn't want to wait for the elevator.

After a while, I finally arrived up at Jungkook's room. Hesitating, I knocked on the door, after huffing.

When Mrs. Jeon opened the door, Jungkook's scent immediately came to my nose, making me grimace. He smelled so good, his room smelled so good, even though he was in a coma.

"Ah, Taehyung. Thank god you didn't leave." She smiled in relief, taking my wrist, before pulling me inside and closing the door behind me. Inside were now the doctor from last night, a really tall nurse with curly blonde hair and Mr. Jeon, Mrs. Jeon and me.

"Oh, it's you." The doctor said in annoyance, making me snort. "You ain't getting rid of me that fast. Told ya, I'll stay with Jungkook, no matter what happens." I let myself plop back on the hard wooden chair. He sighed, now turning to Jungkook's parents.

"He must really love your son." He stated, I snorted. "Of course I do." I said, under my breath, making the doctor glare at me. "However, since he's not part of Jungkook's family, we have to have him leave the room. Without Jungkook's approval, he's not allowed to know about his condition." He started talking, making me jerk up to my feet, staring at him in disbelief. "Wha-" I was about to yell at him, but Mr. Jeon cut me off. "That's absurd. Jungkook loves him, he loves Jungkook. Jungkook can't agree right now, but you've got my approval to tell Taehyung anything concerning Jungkook. And if that isn't enough, fuck you. He deserves to know." He retorted, glaring at the doctor, who now threw up his hands in defeat. "Fine, fine. Usually this wouldn't be an excuse, but seeing as this young man loves Jungkook enough, to disobey the hospital rules and stay with him the night," He took a deep breathe, before looking me straight in the eyes and continued to talk, "You can stay." He finally said, a happy smile placed on my face.

"So? What's his condition?" Mrs. Jeon urged now, worry written all over her face. I understood her completely. I was also worried. Heck, I was more than worried. I was dying. All I wanted was for Jungkook wake up, and everytime I realized that he wasn't about to wake up, I felt a sharp pain going through my chest. Tears crept up in my eyes again, but I held them back. I couldn't allow myself to cry anymore.

"Well-" The doctor wanted to start explaining, but was cut off by something.

"Ngh," I heard an all too familiar voice groan. The tears in my eyes vanished, as I pushed the doctor and the nurse away, grabbing my best friend's hand.

Please let that be a sign that he was waking up.

Please wake up, Jungkook, I beg you...