Be With Me >Vkook<

Everyday

The day after Jungkooks birthday was quite an uneventful one. He was back to being the quiet kid. The one who's never going to get better. The one with the "10 year milestone" certificate. You could say he was unimportant in an important way.

But for the next year, until Jungkooks next birthday came around, his routine would be exactly the same... Every day.

He wakes up at 7:30. That's when the alarm on the tiny clock on his bedside table went off. He would roll over and try to go back to sleep, but the people in white came in and finally made him sit up. This was the time of day when pills were forced down his throat, causing his brain to feel numb and another piece of mind to be lost. Everything would be a blur for while.

Then, they would set his clothes for the day on the foot of his bed and he would change into them once they left.

Once he's dressed, a man comes to open his door and leads him to breakfast. In Jungkooks circumstances, he isn't allowed to use forks or knives, so he cuts bites out of his pancakes with a plastic spoon. He eats quickly, hoping to make himself sick, a type of pain that the people in white couldn't prevent. But though many times of trying this, he's only gotten sick twice. And he felt nothing. He only tasted the sourness of vomit exiting from his mouth as he was hunched over a toilet. But no pain. There was never any pain.

He was led back to is isolated room. His teacher, Ms. Park was sitting on the couch. This was when he had his classes. Two hours between breakfast and lunch. Today was his math class. His favorite actually. Though he never responded, he was the smartest patient in the hospital. He even thought he was smarter than some of the people in white.

Language, however, was not a fun class. It wasn't that he just never spoke. The teacher and the people in white thought that he couldn't talk. They thought that since he'd been silent for so long, that he lost the ability to speak. His defiance led to speech therapy... Which just led to more defiance.

After his daily class, he repeated the same routine as breakfast. Eat quickly, get sick (hopefully), go back to his room.

The next two hours would consist of walking aimlessly around the plush room until he decided on a spot. He would sit down and stare blankly at a wall, thinking about everything, or nothing at all. But, what else did he have to do?

At 5:00, just before dinner, Jungkook would have his time in the rec room. It was much less time than the other kids, but it was enough to satisfy him.

There was a keyboard piano in the far corner of the room. It was old and dusty and was left pretty much deserted by the younger kids. But Jungkook played it for the whole hour he had everyday.

At first, when he began to play, he attracted an audience. The people in white and other patients crowded around to hear his playing. And he hated it. He hated how the only time anyone payed attention to him was when he did something like this. He wished people would pay more attention to his health needs rather than his talent.

So he stole a pair of headphones from the front desk and plugged them into the keyboard. When the people in white tried to take them from him, he knew that he wouldn't be getting him back, so he said something. The only thing he'd said in 13 years.

"MINE!" He said loudly and forcefully. The people in white stepped back with wide eyes and never asked for the headphones back.

He played a song by ear. Something like a ballad that he had composed in his head over the years, unheard by everyone but himself, and he would like to keep it that way.

6:00 was dinner. He stuffed the headphones into the pocket in his white pants, and was led to the cafeteria once again, where he repeated his meal routine for the third time that day. It was so boring. He used to have the meal schedules memorized but it had been so long, and his mind was so deteriorated, he had lost all knowledge of it.

Once dinner was done, it was time to go back to Jungkooks room. The people in white would hook up a television for him to watch a movie.

Surprisingly, the movie library in the hospital was huge. Almost every Disney movie in existance plus others. Jungkook watched a different one almost every night. But occasionally, he'd find himself going back to one in particular.

Beauty and the Beast was by far his favorite. He chooses it at least once a week and will watch it through twice. He knew every word to every song and loved the animations of spoons diving into pink punch.

But after the second showing, the people in white took the TV away and turned out the lights, telling Jungkook it was time for bed. He didn't complain and did as he was told. He slowly drifted off... Thinking about a day where something would change, a day where something special would happen.

He wished for something other than this goddamned color white...

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I got lazy at the end oops.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter.

The next one is gonna be cute js.

THANKS FOR READING ILY YOU ROCK

okay byes!