Tomorrow, still Today| (Kim Taehyung)

10:30 am

-"Please do not break my heart, I think, it's had enough pain to last the rest of my life..."-

-Keaton Henson, 10 am Gare du Nord

"Stop... please..."

I throw my hands to my head, throw them over my ears, clench my eyes, rip my hair.

"Stop..."

"J-Jungkook-ah..."

Blood.

Blood.

Jungkook.

"STOP!", I scream, but nothing comes. I hear nothing. Not a sound escapes a mouth. Only my silent sobs, my shaking body. My teeth that clatters on each other.

I can smell the blood.

"Jungkook..."

I have bitten my lip open. The blood is on my tongue and I cry harder.

Where can I hide it. Where can I hide the memories. I don't want to see it anymore.

I almost did it.

I haven't seen it for a month or so.

I have managed to forget it.

"... What did I do... Jungkook...", my nails dig into my head, trying to rip more out than my skin. Trying to get rid of them.

"... I d-didn't mean to... Jungkook...."

Then silence.

"...I'm sorry, I was too late..."

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No visitors.

In three years.

I wake up, having exactly this thought in my head.

No wonder, he looks so lost.

I stand up, sighing and get ready to leave the house. Packing some things into my bag, I turn to leave.

The hospital looks like always. White, big and cold and like always, I'm confused, why they don't let it be a little happier.

This is not a prison, it's a home, right?

Namjoon smiles into my direction when I enter and I wave back a little.

Walking up the stairs, I have this weird feeling in my guts. Am I nervous?

Why?

The door is closed and I breathe in, putting a smile on my face before I open it.

He's sitting on his bed. Like always.

His hands on his head, his elbows on his knees.

I almost smile at the already familiar sight and step a little closer.

"Kim Taehyung."

His head shoots up and my smile vanishes. He gives me the meanest glare, I've ever seen but I am more focused on the tears on his cheek, his puffy eyes.

He looks like he's been crying for hours. He's shaking.

I curse myself for leaving him alone.

I shouldn't have but at the same time, I should have.

Letting my backpack slide off my shoulder, I walk over to him, only causing him to frown at me.

I try not to let out a sigh, when I cower in front of him.