Wishes Of US ~Jinkook~

Fireworks

"Hyung... Hyung..." I shook him gently to wake him up from his sleep. He is whimpering and shaking so badly. He didn't respond to me. He is having a high fever and mostly because of previous exhausting situations that might dry him up so badly. I got up from bed and looked into a wet towel to ease his high fever. He is struggling to open his eyes. Tears are flowing from sides making a river from half-opened eyes.
"Hyung..." I brushed off the tears from his eyes and lightly kissed his forehead. He didn't reply to me. Instead of replying, he smiled at me with a little whimper. I found a wet cloth and placed it on his forehead.
"Hyung... I am going to buy porridge for you. Sleep till I come. Okay?" I kissed his cheek and saw him shaking his head lightly to agree with me.

I walked towards the nearest food stall I can found in the area. I feel I lost my strength because I can see how much Hyung lost his health past two months. If I were more careful back then he wouldn't have suffered like this. I internally cursed to myself while walking towards the dumpling shop I just found across the street.
I ordered dumplings soup and porridge because I knew Hyung will appetite to eat both. I took my takeaway package and stepped out of the shop and walked towards the little boarding place of Hyung.
"Hyung... Wake up. You can sleep after eating." I gently shook him. He opened his eyes and sat on the bed while resting his back on the headboard.
"Eat everything here. Then drink medicine and sleep. You will get better by afternoon." I handed him the porridge bowl. His hands started to shake and I quickly got the bowl again from his hands.
"I'll feed you. Rest on there." I took porridge in small spoons and fed him slowly.
"Hyung... You know... It's October." He shakes his head up and down while gulping the porridge after chewing it for good minutes.
"Shall we go to Japan for new year's Eve hyung? I want to watch fireworks." I looked into his eyes while feeding him another spoon filled with porridge.
"Hmm... Let's go..." he smiled lightly and looked into my eyes. His eyes are so tired... Almost lost the glitter that shine back then like a star. I want to see the reflection of the fireworks from his eyes. Look so alive and beautiful.
"Hyung... How about we wear traditional Japanese clothes? Like Nishimiya?" I stopped for a while... No no not her. It's a sad moment... I don't want to tragic things to happen. Then again Sakura? No not again... Why my head is getting all kinds of tragics when I need one moment of happiness to continue this little talk?
"Jungkook... Let's be you and me. No need to think about Nishimiya or Sakura." he grabbed my hand and kissed it softly.
"We can walk all night and eat. We can get drunk and sleep till afternoon."
"Hyung..." I placed the bowl on the table and hugged him. He is back to normal. All I want him to have a little faith in our future together. We will make it.

After three days, we came back to Seoul and as soon as came here I got Hyung for check-ups. He missed the last two and I knew he is going through a critical situation with his rapidly growing symptoms of frequent vomiting, blood coughing, and nose bleeds. His fever is not going down easily. It's always suffered him and I can see he is trying to ease his pain around limbs by crushing them with his hands. But he is weak and not enough to force to stop that.

Hyung is hospitalized after two weeks. His condition got worse and Taehyung Hyung started to find a donor to do the operation as soon as possible. I decided to work on the night job more frequently because of a lack of money for the upcoming operation expenses. Hobi Hyung stayed with Hyung for more than I did because I have to work day and night without a break. Even though I got tired when I slept a few hours in the morning and then get back to him at the hospital early morning, he smiled at me with the biggest strength he can give me. That is enough for me to go a nonstop whole day without a break to save him.

"Hyung..." I slowly opened the door and stepped towards the big window of the room where Hyung sat down at looking the big city in front of him. He looked at me and gestured to come to his side.
"Miss me?" I asked while sneaking my arm around his tiny waist.
"Hmm..." he mumbled and rested his body on my chest.
"I will tell Hoseok Hyung to take my few jerseys then. Seems like you miss those." I kissed the head covered with my hoodie. He slowly took off his hoodie and I can't help but gasp at what I saw.
"When did you do this?" I felt tears welled up to my eyes but I did my better to not to get them out. I caressed his head now with short hair.
"Yesterday night."
"With Hobi hyung?"
"Hmm... Didn't it look nice?"
"I remembered when I first saw you hyung. You had short hair back then."
"wasn't it long when you saw me?"
"No... You always cut this short when you are in there."
"Well, I was a teaching assistant back then. I had an image to manage in front of trainees."
"Oh really...?"
"Why are you laughing? Didn't I do a good job back then?"
"You were the main topic hyung. Everyone was head over heels for you. When I got dorm all I can hear training assistant Seokjin is cool, he is handsome, his voice is beautiful... There was no stop sign when they talked about you." he listen to me while resting his head on my shoulder while I am hugging him dearly behind his behind.
"What did you say back then?"
"Mmm... I was bored back then. First I didn't get a huge attention from you. But after Hobi Hyung got friends with you I was curious. Then after I first met you I knew where I was going."
"That day at the training room?"
"Mmm, the day that you got sick."
"I wish I can go back."
"Why?"
"Then I can talk with you at night like we did in shooting ground."
"Why do we have to go? Now we are talking too."
"but back then I had no worries."
"Forget about worries for now hyung. You can be happy now."
"But I know the risk Jungkook. Can't help but I am afraid that I won't be able to go to see fireworks on new year's Eve."
"Hyung... Don't say that. We can go... Trust us hyung." I hugged him tightly. He silently cried at my hold. I want to sing to him so badly. But I don't know any happy songs at all. I am sorry hyung for not knowing a happy song when you need it the most.