"wait," she yelled before rushing last by him to stand in front of the door. "don't."
yoongi raised an eyebrow again and shifting his weight to one side of his body as he looked at her with slight amusement.
"what are you doing here?"
"don't call the nurses."
if this was in another setup, people would usually say don't call the police. but in the hospital's case, nurses were treated the same
"that didn't answer my question," he shot back. "what are you doing here?"
"i'm... i..." the girl looked away, her hands connected as the fumbled together nervously.
yoongi sighed as he walked to the still open window and slid it to close before turning back to her, "i don't think you should be here."
"i don't think you should be here either."
"i'm a patient and patients are supposed to stay inside the hospital."
"exactly," she smiled with her small confidence despite being intimidated by the boy. "you just said it with your own mouth."
his eyebrows knitted together again, "are you stupidㅡ"
"you said patients are supposed to say inside the hospital." she cut him off, "but you're stuck inside this room."
he exhaled loudly, "what do you want?"
"let's go out."
he scoffed, "as if they would allow us."
"that's why it's going to be between us, yoongi." her smile started to grow wider.
"i don't want to spend my last night with you."
"last night? who said anything about dying?"
"with the idea itself, it's like self-murder. so if you don't have anything else to say or do, the door is near you for a reason."
she clapped her hands and let out a small giggle, "come on, it'll be fun!"
"it's going to be dangerous!"
"what's life without some thrill?"
"yeah, but there's a possibility you won't get to live your life with that thrill."
"please?" she asked, stepping forward to decrease the spaces between each other.
"look, i'm just trying to live safely."
"live? that's what you call what you're doing while you trap yourself inside this room?" jiraen knitted her eyebrows, "yoongi, this isn't living."
"what bullshit are you onㅡ"
"you're just existing." she breathed out, "a person who's forcing himself to survive and shutting himself out from all the things out there."
"lookㅡ" he tried to talk, but he beat hum to it again.
"people talk about you like you're some kind of ghost who died in this very hospital. outside this room, maybe you don't even exist! maybe you're one of this myths and rumors that fly around the place." she spat out, "and here you are inside, convincing yourself that you're living your life."
yoongi was taken aback. he wanted to be mad at her, scream and yell at her for talking to him like this. but he couldn't.
because everything she said was true.
he curled his hands into a fist, his knuckles starting to turn white with the force that he's giving. his teeth are still gritted and his jaw is shaking.
"where the fuck do you want to go then?"
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