"She's awake," Jimin said softly, his voice laced with a mix of relief and urgency. "Come, you should see her."
But Jungkook remained rooted in place, his gaze fixed on the sterile floor beneath his feet. He didn’t follow Jimin, his body tense with an unspoken emotion.
Jimin turned back, noticing Jungkook's hesitation. "Why aren’t you coming?" he asked, concern etched in his features.
"I can't see her right now," Jungkook replied, his voice barely above a whisper, the weight of his words heavy in the air.
"Why?" Jimin pressed, searching for an answer in Jungkook's eyes, but all he found was a storm of conflicting emotions.
Silence hung between them, thick and oppressive. Jungkook didn't offer any further explanation, his lips tightly sealed as if speaking might shatter the fragile composure he was clinging to.
Jimin sighed, recognizing the turmoil in his friend. "Okay," he said gently, understanding the need for space. "Take your time, but come back quickly."
With a small nod, Jungkook turned away, his steps heavy as he made his way back to the hospital doors. The automatic doors slid open with a soft whoosh, and without looking back, he left the hospital, the cool morning breeze hitting his face as he stepped outside.
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The sun had nearly set, casting an amber glow over the hospital room, deepening the sense of melancholy that hung in the air. It had been an entire day since Ena had regained consciousness, yet Jungkook had not mustered the courage to visit her. The weight of his guilt was too heavy, driving him away from the sterile confines of the hospital. But now, as the evening descended, there was no more room for avoidance.
The door creaked open, and Jungkook stepped inside, his steps tentative, the room’s atmosphere thick with unspoken tension. Jimin stood by the bed, discharge papers clutched in his hands, his face etched with a mixture of concern and frustration. Ena sat on the edge of the bed, dressed and prepared to leave, her expression a careful mask, though her eyes betrayed the turmoil within.
“Jungkook!” Jimin’s voice sliced through the oppressive silence, his tone sharp with a mix of anger and disbelief. “Where have you been all this time? I’ve called you countless times, yet you didn’t bother to respond. It’s evening now—Ena is being discharged shortly. Why didn’t you return my calls?”
Ena’s gaze flickered towards Jungkook, her eyes cold and unyielding. Her voice was laced with a frigid detachment as she spoke. “Jimin, there’s no need to question him. I’ve had people here who genuinely care for me—that’s all that matters.” Her eyes bore into Jungkook, her words as sharp as daggers. “Why would you expect anything from him? We’re not connected on any emotional level; it’s just a mere formality.”
Jimin opened his mouth to protest, concern etched into his features. “Ena, you’re—”
“Jimin,” Jungkook interrupted, his voice low and strained. “I need to speak with her... alone.”
Jimin hesitated, his gaze shifting between the two, the tension palpable. “But Jungkook, she—”
“Leave... please,” Jungkook’s voice carried a note of desperation, a plea that silenced Jimin. With a reluctant nod, Jimin cast one last worried glance at Ena before quietly exiting the room.
The room fell into an uneasy silence, the air thick with unresolved emotions. Jungkook took a hesitant step forward, his heart pounding in his chest, the weight of his guilt pressing down on him.
“How are you now?” His voice was gentle, careful, as though he feared that speaking too loudly might break the fragile silence between them.
Ena finally looked at him, her gaze cold and distant. Her response was clipped, dismissive. “That’s not something you need to concern yourself with.”
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