once yoongi was inside the room, he quickly took of his mask and removed his jacket.
he felt like a thief inside this hospitalㅡbut he was only a patient just like the others. he didn't know why he wanted to hide from everyone.
this was the first time in so many months that the boy was the one who personally went to the doctor, and not the other way around.
yoongi sat on his bed, turned on the television and thought about what the doctor told him before he left.
"you're on stage two. if you want to live comfortably for the rest of your life, then be uncomfortable for a few months and do what we tell you."
stage two, he scoffed. that took him long enough.
he's been doing a lot of things that weren't allowed and unhealthy for him for the past years. it surprised him that his sickness did not worsen.
he laid down and looked at the ceiling, at least she's not like me, he thought to himself.
after yoongi got his checkup, he went back to jiraen's room. but to his disappointment, it was only sinhae inside again.
"she's still not here, if that's what you were going to ask." the nurse said while fixing the bed. "just like you, she's also having her checkup."
"why?"
"what do you mean by why? we want to make sure the two of you are safe, of course."
he waited for a few seconds, deciding whether or not her should say the question he's been wanting to ask.
"i'm... i'm on stage two." he said, almost like a whisper. "how about her?"
"she's not on stage two." sinhae answered before facing him, "it's almost time for you to take your medicine. you should go back now."
yoongi was happy that she wasn't on stage two. he was happy that his sickness wasn't worse than his. he was happy that didn't share the same fate as him.
yoongi was happy that there was bigger possibility of her living a longer life than him.
for once, yoongi liked the fact that he would die sooner than someone. and that someone is a girl.
the boy almost laughed at himself. he's thinking and even doing things that he usually doesn't just because of a girl. from escaping through a door to going outside his room and around the hospital.
whipped is what his friends usually call it. before he would laugh at the youngest of the group for having a crush on someone, but now he actually feels the younger boy.
friends, right. where are they? they still talk, call and visit from time to time, but these days, they've been quite busy. yoongi kind of misses those idiots, even if he didn't want to admit it.
a character's scream for the television snapped yoongi out his thoughts. and that was when he realized that he had been thinking too deeply.
he didn't bother checking the time, because there's a possibility that he'll be even more shocked and just covered himself with the blanket. still not feeling sleepy enough, he looked at the screen.
after a few minutes or so, he heard a buzz sound coming from the table beside his bed. he picked it up and checked the message that has just been received.
ohraenji
i'm becoming pretty
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ok but like there are not a lot of conversations anymore and thats what i think makes this lame???
