Sick? || JUNGKOOK

She was Different

-HaeWon-

It's been over an hour now and so far, he's being obedient. Nothing too bad. He's staring at me with really intense eyes, though, and that gave me some fright, but nothing that'll make me run out.

Here are the things I learned...

His name is Jeon Jungkook. He was born September 1, 1997. He was here almost his whole life, but he remembers having a fight with parents before "being admitted into this place". Many doctors come to treat him, but they all don't help and are so mean.

Well, that's what he said.

I can tell he was hiding something because he was stuttering and avoiding something. But, I do understand he doesn't want to tell me everything.

"Thank you, Jungkook. You're already doing a lot of helpful things for me." I say while stroking his back.

He doesn't move, not even to look at me.

I take this as a sign to leave.

Before I leave the room, Jungkook stands up.

"Wait, HaeWon." He calls.

I turn around. "Yes?"

"This information...how will it help me?" He asks, nervously. "Or you?"

I smile. "Don't worry, this will help a lot. Thank you again, Jeon Jungkook."

I smile at him again before walking out.

Alright, alright. Not too bad.

-Jungkook-

What's with her? She just comes in and gets all this information out of me so fast.

AND she calls me by my real name?

No one has called me by my real name in the longest time.

She was different.

Definitely different.

She's close to my age too....and she's a doctor? She was definitely prettier than the other stupid doctors I've seen.

I like her voice. I like that Korean American accent she has, it reminds me a lot of someone I loved....maybe my mother...I don't really know.

Though, one thing I noticed was that she didn't mention anything about me being sick or anything like that. She just asked me simple questions and talked to me like I was a....normal boy.

I liked it.

Did I?

I've never liked a doctor.

She wasn't scared of me too! Well, maybe she was, I don't know. She surely didn't show it. She was strong and confident. I liked that too.

I still can't trust her, though. Not after what happened last time I trusted a doctor from this stupid building...

~~~~Flash back~~~~

"You can't do this to me!" I whimper in pain as Dr. Anderson kicks me in stomach for the millionth time. "St-Stop!"

I was bleeding horribly from all the abuse he gave me. I was coughing up blood, but that didn't stop him.

"You're just a sick boy! No one can help you. And you thought I could be trusted and help you. You thought I was some god that can do miracles?!WELL, YOU THOUGHT WRONG! Look at you..,you're such a weakling. A psycho like you could never recover." He laughs harder and harder. "Ever!"