Bunny - The Tragedy || A Jeon Jungkook Fanfiction ||

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* 3 months later *

~ Shijin's POV ~

I was sitting at my office desk in the Cabin. I flipped the through the pages with blank eyes. Just had a visit to the orphanage. These days were quite difficult for me, alot actually. First few days after I knew that jungkook left, I was heart broken and weeping for days, curled up in a mere corner of my balcony, through which, I looked at the sky dumbly searching for any kind of miracle or spaceship that would bring me my bunny back.

I hate myself for thinking that. It's better that he left. And I'm over him. I've lost all the feelings for him, destroyed the room in my heart where I thought he would live permanently. I don't love him anymore. I hate him with all my might. But, is that true that I'll forget the good memories with him?

Never. I'll think of them and smile, even though they were fake. I'll cherish them until the day I take my last breath.

Sure, that I can't forgive him. But I'll thank him for making me feel this beautiful feeling to fall in love, atleast I can have a tad bit of satisfaction within me, atleast I can tell people that I didn't die without falling in love.

I sigh and flipped to the next page.
Just then, I felt an intense contraction in my abdomen. I let out little whimper of pain before hurriedly getting up and running to the restroom in the cabin.

I barged inside, reaching the sink. Clutching the edges, I endured the harsh feeling of the liquid travelling up my neck, burning like hell all the way it travelled and finally I puked in the sink. Vomit ? Nah.

Blood.

Yet my eyes didn't widen or fill up with tears. I've accepted my fate. But it's pretty common for fourth stage patients like me. Nausea, fatigue is common on daily basis.

But something in me keeps on screaming that my life wouldn't support me till I turn thirty. Beleive it, when the heart says, it's true. And my heart says that my end is near, so near to me. Just a little push and I'd embrace the death, letting all the weight off of my shoulders. I'll be free from this world of lies and pain.

I splashed water on my face, washing my mouth and then walked out the restroom again.

As I looked up, I found taehyung standing with some papers in his hands, near my desk, probably waiting for me. He looked up at me and bowed.

I chuckled. " Never giving up on the formalities, will you, bitch?"
He just gawked at you, blankly and put the papers on the table while you get back on your desk.

" The donor form that you asked for." He says a bit tensed biting his lips. You go through the form, but can sense the tension in taehyung's aura. You chortle. " You can excuse Mr. Kim and be Taebitch for 20 minutes. Ask whatever is eating you up." I clicked the pen and trailed down to signature section of the organ donation form.

Yes. Organ donation form.

" STOP!!" Taehyung screamed startling you and literally jumped over you, snatching the form from the desk.

" The fuck! I nearly had an heartattack!!" I exclaimed with an horrified expression.
" Don't act all dumb! I WANT A FUCKING EXPLANATION! Why do you suddenly want to donate your organs after your death, announce me as the next owner if you die in a tragedy, Want to donate half of the Celline as charity. WHY ARE YOU SUDDENLY SO HYPED UP ABOUT DEATH !! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND??!!" Taehyung bursted, worried as heck.

I take a deep breath and stand up. With a smile, I hold his shoulders and push him down on the chair.
I've made up my mind, the truth that I didn't tell him, need to be told.

I sat on my own chair and clasp my hands together on the desk.

" Taehyung, I greatly apologize for not being a good friend and sharing all of my secrets with you. Please forgive me." I calmly say.