Sick? || JUNGKOOK

I Care About U

-Jungkook-

Two days, no sign of HaeWon.

I'm suffering more than I should without her.

Why hasn't she checked up on me?

Did I scare her off?

Did she change her mind about me?

Did she quit this job?

What happened to her?

I get a headache from all the questions boiling up in my mind.

It's early morning now, I'm pretty sure. When I went to take a shower, I saw sunlight out a small window.

I really hope HaeWon comes to check up on me soon. I'm really dying to talk to her.

I probably scared her off. Ugh, she probably thinks I DO have problems and I AM a sick boy.....and I have no hope.

I'll never find another girl like her. Of course none of these girl doctors are as pretty as her. Also the fact that they're terrified of me...whatever who cares about them. All I care about NOW is HaeWon and why she hasn't come down to talk to me.

Maybe she's mad and she needs time to think and to chill out. I do, but that only took a few hours. I'm as fine as a bee now.

Soon, I'm scared to say I might break again and go crazy.

It's just what I do...it's how I cope.

"Stupid doctors." I grit my teeth and stand up.

Oh no, not again.

"Stupid white paint!" I grab my sheets and throw them away. "Stupid fighting habit!" I grab my pillow and slam it against the floor. "Stupid me! Stupid HaeWon! Stupid Boss! Stupid security guards! Stupid life! Stupid building!" I punch and rip the pillow apart in between each rawr.

"Everything sucks! You suck and you do too!" I point to a wall and punch it, leaving a slight dent.

I look over to the folded up blankets in the corner of the room. "Useless piece of fabric. Why provide them if there's no way cold can enter this room?" I grab the sheets and throw them everywhere.

I start yelling and shouting out my hatred for my life. Pounding against the ground and against the walls around me. Screaming for help for no one. I give in to the world and let out my miserableness through my eyes and down my cheeks.

I lower my body, still facing the wall, and just sob quietly to myself.

Stupid tears

-HaeWon-

Two days have passed and I have got to say, I feel refreshed.

I gave my body a rest and my mind some cleaning. I chilled out in my room and just slept, ate, or watched movies.

My mind totally forgot about Jungkook these past days.

"I think it's time to talk to him." I whisper to Yerin.

Yerin claps her hands. "About time, lady! I bet he's dying for your presence. Go!"

I give her a quick hug and run downstairs to Floor 13.

I turn the corner and look forward at the messed up room that belonged to Jungkook.

"Aisshh," I shake my head. "This kid."

I walk closer and closer and look at Jungkook through the glass.

He was curled up in a ball, almost hidden underneath the feathers from his pillow and his ripped up sheets.

I pout. What happened to him? This has got to be my fault for not even checking up on for two days straight! I'm such a horrible doctor.

I place my hand on the knob. I take a deep breath before entering the room.

"Jungkook?" My voice comes out shaky.

He doesn't respond, he doesn't even move.

I sigh. "You don't have to talk, just listen. I'll keep talking even if you're sleeping or not."

Still no response.

"I came to apologize." I close the door behind me. "I'm such a monster for leaving you and not even checking up on you. That was so insensitive of me to do that. I wouldn't be surprised if all this was my fault or that you're angry at me. I just hope somehow we can work this out and become good friends...again."

Jungkook moves, but doesn't turn around to face me.

I start picking up the ripped up blankets. "I'm back, Jungkook. I regret not being there for you. I knew you trusted me, just a little bit I knew."

Jungkook sits up, still facing the wall.

I continue, seeing how my confession is working. "When we fought, we didn't hurt each other. That was the weird part. It almost felt like...we didn't want to, like, that wasn't something that we wanted to happen. Kind of like a tough eye opener. Uhh, you know, to answer your previous question...no...I don't think you're sick. Again, Jungkook, you're just a human being and human beings have flaws. Many boys fight, it's normal, it's life. You're not sick and you probably never were."

Jungkook sighs and lowers his head.

I pick up his pillow feathers. "Gosh, Jungkook, I'm just really confused on why you came at me like that. Was it because of Chanyeol? The doctor who came to talk to me?"

Jungkook breaths loudly, but no words.

I turn around and start fixing his bed. "Look, he just came to talk to me about something. It was quite important so please don't think I was ignoring you on purpose. I saved a life, I have a reason. Jungkook, I would never do anything to hurt you on purpose, I know you're sensitive and I respect that more than you probably think. You're an amazing guy really and you are handsome too. I can't just give up on you like that. Of course not, you make living here fun. I really do car-"

I turn around to pick up more feathers, but my face lightly bumps into something. I look up and see Jungkook looking at me very closely. With eyes that could make a murderer confess. His obvious tear stains make me feel regret.

"What were going to say?" He asks, not even blinking.

I gulp. "Uh, u-um, I was going to say....that I care about you, Jungkook."

He leans in faster than I could think and presses his lips on mine like he's done it before.

I stopped breathing. Like, I didn't know what to do.

He pulls away before I could kiss back.

"Aish, I'm sorry. It's just-

I cut him off by returning his kiss.