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FIFTY NINE

VESTA'S POV

I sat on a cold seat outside Taehyung's ward, my fingers were nervously twisting the edge of the seat. Hours had passed, but he still hadn't woken up, and the fear was eating me alive.

Jungkook was standing across the room, leaning against the wall with his blazer in one arm, looking down aimlessly.

His presence was a painful reminder of the mess I had made of everything. He had been kind, despite everything that had happened. And I owed him an apology-a real one.

"Jungkook," I began. "I'm sorry for everything. But you need to know, I can't come back to you. I can't marry you. I-"

He shook his head, cutting me off gently. "Vesta, I don't expect anything from you. Not now, not ever. I'm not here for that."

His words took me by surprise. "Then why?" I asked. "Why are you doing this? Why are you still here? Why are you hurting yourself like this?"

Jungkook sighed, running a hand through his hair as he looked away for a moment, as if searching for the right words. When he spoke again, his voice was soft but firm. "Because, Vesta, I care about you. At least as a friend, if nothing else. And friends don't abandon each other, even when things get tough."

His words hit me hard. He was right. He had every reason to walk away, to leave me alone to deal with the mess. But he didn't. And that meant more to me than I could put into words.

"Thank you" I whispered.

Jungkook gave me a small, sad smile, the kind that didn't quite reach his eyes. "We had promised this when we were kids that we wouldn't ruin our friendship despite anything."

His words brought me a strange sense of comfort. I knew I didn't deserve his kindness, but I was grateful for it nonetheless.

For now, all I could do was wait. Wait and hope that Taehyung would wake up, that he would come back to me.

The clock on the wall reads 5 a.m. The whole evening and night had passed on. The hours had dragged on. Taehyung still hadn't woken up, and the fear that had gripped my heart.

His family had come and gone. After a while, I insisted they go home to rest. They had been through enough, and I knew they needed some rest. I promised his Mom that I would be right here, and I would keep a watch, and she had reluctantly agreed.

Naeun and Hansol had been the last to leave, hesitating but in the end, they left assuring me to come back later today.

I glanced over at him through the glass dood "You need to wake up," I whispered and took a deep breath wiping my tears.

I couldn't sleep or be at peace, not when he was lying there like this, so still and quiet.

I checked the time again, as if the act of doing so would somehow speed things up, make him open his eyes. But nothing changed. The minutes ticked by, and he remained unconscious.

My mind drifted back to the moment his family had arrived. The way his mother had clutched his hand, crying. The way his father had stood silently by the window, unable to take in his son's condition.

And then there was me, sitting here, feeling helpless, unable to do anything but watch them going through this misery. It was unbearable.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, pulling me from my thoughts. I hesitated before pulling it out, half-expecting more bad news. But it was just a message from Naeun, checking in to see how things were going. I typed a quick reply, telling her there was no change, that everything was still the same.