Special Service || Kth✓

Fifty- Save me.

[Location: Busan]

"Still no progress." The doctor informed with a disappointed sigh, signalling Jungkook to take a seat.

"It's been two weeks doctor! What the hell are you even doing!? You can't even make her talk?" He rolled his eyes when the doctor shrugged his shoulder.

"First of all, behave yourself. I am a doctor, not a psychiatrist. She is not speaking because she does not want to."

"Just resign your job, you can't fucking do anything." Jungkook mocked, clearly trusfrated.

"Jeon Jungkook. Just because you are my friend does not mean you can disrespect me. Unlike you, I have a reputation to hold." His sharp voice cut through the air, causing Jungkook to lean forward in anger.

"Kim Namjoon! I am trusting you enough to bring her here! You hurry the fuck up and make her talk or else I will kill you!" He warned, running his hand through his hair.

"I am not begging you to trust me. You have to be patient with her. She has lost all of her loved ones in such a short span, grief is a scary emotion, and it can destroy a person. And on top of that, she is expecting. She has closed herself off, she is now even refusing to see the nurses-" "Fuck, just let me see her for a second." Namjoon paused, passing him a sharp gaze.

"I won't allow that. You don't want her to go crazy and hurt herself in this condition. We are trying Jungkook. We are trying our best but this is about her will to live and move on, we have to give her time and space. We don't know how she is feeling or what she is thinking, even after trying everything she does not speak a single word, she just stares out of the window as if we don't exist, I am afraid she is.." his words trailed off, a deep frown occurring on his face.

"She is what?" Jungkoon inquired, feeling his heartbeat raise.

"Suicidal."

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The darkness was humming a melancholy song of death, while every other person was at rest sleeping peacefully, you wondered if you could ever do the same, death, it must be so proud of itself, for snatching away everyone and leading you to a point where you feel your soul has been snatched too. You feel your heart beating but for what? What could be the reason that you are still breathing when you don't want to? Why does it hurt when you open your eyes and hurt even more when you try to close them? Why does this pain not end? Why does this invisible wound not heal? Why do the walls which once were your comforting place to daydream now scream back at you, scream your pains, sorrows, grief, why do they tell you to vanish from this world? That it does not need you, why do you keep hearing that, why do you want to keep hearing that?

With shaky breath you get up, tightly gripping the bedsheets, you don't even try to scream because no sound ever comes out of your throat, you have lost yourself. What's the need to find your voice then?

You walk slowly towards the window, opening it and seeing the various guards standing there with lots of guns, "They are for your security." You turned around instantly after hearing the voice.

"Oh sorry did I scare you?" Namjoon asked while you looked down, "You want something to eat?" He asked, not taking a step ahead and calmly waiting for your answer.

But you don't say anything.

"If you can't sleep, you can take some sleeping pills. Or go on a walk with me, the wind's fresh." He suggested after a while sighing in defeat as you still did not speak.

"Well then, here it is." He keeps only one sleeping pill on the side table, you wish he put some more, and then he proceeds to leave. "I want to walk." Your voice rang in the silence and the faint sound of his footsteps halted, he turned around immediately with a shocked face.