The air was always cooler on the top floors of the building, which probably explained why he was always shivering. He was nothing harmful- really. And only a few people understood that.
But that's okay too.
"Beautiful day, isn't it?" He murmured softly, words seeming to be carried away by the soft breeze.
His doctor turned to glance at the sky, smiling.
"Yes, it's lovely, Jungkook."
It was the worst spell of rain the city had in a while.
The said boy didn't move from his resting place- the ledge on the large window that overlooked the street. A hand reached out to touch his flowers; he preferred the delicateness of baby's breath, which grew in tufts in his small grey planters.
"You should come inside; you might catch a cold," the older man said.
It took a bit, and it looked almost as if Jungkook might disobey. But he did turn around, eyes moody and brown. They seemed almost grey in the light, and in his large white hospital gown, he looked almost like a ghost or phantom.
But then he smiled, overbite sticking out a little. It seemed to brighten the dismal looking place as he skipped back inside, bare feet making soft padding sounds on the concrete floor.
"How was I today?" He asked, eyes alight with mirth.
The doctor felt a fondness grow in his chest, reaching out to ruffle his light brown hair. It used to be a dark chocolatey color, but spending so many days on that same window ledge soaking up the sun had bleached his hair.
"Perfect, as always," the man replied.
Jungkook's smile was enough to give the doctor something to look forward to every day, no matter how depressing his job was.
He led the younger to the single bed in the middle of the room, pulling aside the covers to let him slide in.
"I don't want to dream tonight," Jungkook said.
Something akin to sadness panged in the doctor's chest as he gazed upon the melancholy boy.
"I don't want you to either, but some things are uncontrollable."
Jungkook smiled still, tears in his eyes.
Melancholy really was the only word to describe him.
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"Did you ever notice," Jungkook murmured, tears rolling down his cheeks. He held himself in as tight of a ball as possible, rocking back and forth on his heels.
"-that even the moon disappears sometimes too?"
He let out a hiccup, making himself impossibly smaller. His form seemed to swim in the ocean of his bed, the sheets looking like they could swallow him.
The doctor was kneeling by his bed, concern etched onto his features.
Jungkook was doing so well for a while- he didn't have any nightmares, and his vitality signs were normal.
"What was it tonight?"
Jungkook stopped rocking back and forth, slowly raising his eyes to stare into the elder's.
He took one long, shuddering breath, before speaking.
"There was a girl. She was pretty, and her face shone- almost like the moon."
At this he glanced out of the window, seeing a waxing gibbous glare back down at him.
"She was being chased by wolves, and I kept on screaming at her to run, but she got cornered and they-"
He shuddered, not being able to finish his sentence.
The doctor gazed at him for a long time, taking in his scratched up arms- (he and two other nurses had to restrain him in the middle of the night to keep him from causing further damage to himself)- his wide, crazed eyes. He looked like a wreck.
"Do you know her?"
Once again, Jungkook paused. He furrowed his eyebrows, as if trying to think clearly.
"N- no, I don't."
The doctor raised his eyebrows.
"I don't know her," Jungkook whispered to himself.
The doctor tore his eyes away, getting up and closing the door behind him.
But it wasn't before he saw Jungkook break down again, sobs ripping from his throat.
"I don't know her!" He screamed.
The melancholy boy was losing it.
But then again, when had he ever been sane?
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Part 1/?
-Yejin
