One more night [jjk]

18

-Jungkook-

"Mr. Jeon? Your parents won't be able to make it till later on. But do you have anyone else you could call?" The nurse asks me, handing me a notebook and pen.

I nod before subconsciously writing down the first phone number that came to mind. Before falling back asleep, exhausted.
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-Hwa Young-

"Thank you for bringing him" the doctor says

"Is he okay?" My mom asks

She smiles before nodding

"It just appears that Mr. Jeon has been receiving great amounts of stress recently. He just needs to rest, we've giving him a medication to help him cope with the stress but he needs to cut down on whatever he's worrying about" she says looking over to Jungkook

"Does he have anyone comming to see him?" I ask

"Well, we called his parents but it seems like they won't be able to visit till this afternoon. But his girlfriend should be coming soon"

Omo...she did not just say... girlfriend. The Jeon Jungkook from BTS has a secret girlfriend??!? Whaa, i could possibly black mail him now! Maybe I could even get BTS to perform at my birthday!!!

"Aha, he's cute right?" The doctor said probably noticing me looking at Jungkook with wide eyes.

I feel my cheeks redden before I look down out of embarrassment

"Well, anyway I would just like to thank you both again. You may leave now if you wish, or you could stay as long as you want" she says before ruffling my hair and leaving my mom and I with a playful smile.

"Hwa Young, let's just stay here till his girlfriend comes" my mom says going to take a seat. I nod and follow behind her

-Hee Young-

It's been ten minutes since the hospital called telling me about Jungkook. I knew this wasn't anything serious, but I couldn't help but think it was me who caused Jungkook to stress.

Walking into the hospital the nurse told me his room was F1.

Easily finding his room i see two female figures sitting. Possibly his mom and someone else?

As I enter the room i immidiatly bow to them, but as our eyes meet i stand up straight and widen my eyes

"O-omma, Hwa Young?!" I say shocked to see that it's my mom and sister sitting here

"Hee young?!" They both say in unison

"What are you doing here?" I ask

Looking over to Jungkook I see him sleeping peacefully

"Wait...if you're here. Does that mean you're Jungkook's girlfriend?!?!" Hwa Young my 14 year old sister asks quite loudly making my mom shush her.

"We're not dating, we're uhm just kinda friends" i say, my mom obviously doesn't believe me

"You've changed alot Hee Young. But it seems like you've grown up well and that you're doing fine without me" my mom quietly says.

Ever since what happened with my dad, you'd expect me to be close with my mom. I wish we were, but we always ended up fighting. She would always blame me for being the reason he left, she would go on and on about how If i was a better daughter he wouldnt have left. And I would constantly blame her saying if she cared for him more, maybe he wouldn't have left.

Ever since I left for college, I never went home. I couldn't. I knew I wouldn't be welcomed.

"I want you to come home on Saturday. Hwa Young, let's go" mom said turning to the door

I look at Hwa Young and she gave me a sad smile. I haven't seen her in so long...my sister's become so much prettier.

"Why?" I ask before they walk out

"It's you're sisters birhday" my mom says furrowing her eyebrows at me and leaving

How could I forget?

"You've really forgotten abut us, huh?" Hwa Young says looking up at me through her bangs

"Hwa Young I'm sorry. I've been really busy lately and it's just...." i said slowly trailing off

I had no reason to forget. Which made me feel even worse.

"You're always busy... it's okay text me if you can make it" she says in a voice barely audible

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"I'm sorry" i croaked out resting my head on the side of Jungkook's bed as i examined his hands

Something about people's hands intrigued me. We're all created with the same digits, yet what we do with them can be so different. Jungkook had beautiful hands.

"I over reacted. I never even thought about how you felt or your side of everything" i whispered, looking up at the sleeping boy with a small sad smile formed on my face

I wonder if he's gotten a lot of sleep lately...probably not

Feeling Jungkook's hands intertwine with mine my smile soon becomes a grin

"Let's pretend that last night didn't happen" he says with closed eyes

"Mhmm" i whisper admiring how our hands fit together.

Finally. Now everything can go back to normal.