[3 months later]
Yoon
It's been 2 weeks that Jungkook admitted in the hospital. He's getting worse. Nowadays, he just laying there on the bed. Sometimes he would laughed and jokes around with me but now, he's not.
It feels like today is his last day. He hasn't woke up from his sleep yet. I was staring at his sleeping pale face, standing at the edge of the bed while holding tight on a scrapbook.
"Yoon."
I felt a hand pressed on my right shoulder as I look up to the person. It's Solji. She gave a faint smile.
"He's gonna be okay."
She mutters. I purse my lips and look back at Jungkook's pale face, heaving out a deep cold breath as it was winter now.
"He always will."
I mumbles. Solji pat my shoulder lightly and left me alone in the room. Yeah, alone.
I can't feel any soul in the room other than me. I'm failing myself as a friend. I kept saying he's gonna be okay. I kept giving him hopes. And now... he's just...
I shut my eyes and lower down my head, trying to hold back tears that were piling up under my eyelids.
"Y-Yoon~"
I heard a weak voice in front of me as I open my eyes and look up. Jungkook were giving me a sickly weak smile. I reply it with a straight line on my lips.
"Yeah, baby."
I walk towards him and sit on the bed, hands holding tight on the medium thick scrapbook.
"I'm okay, hm."
He mutters and it breaks my heart into thousand of pieces. I hold back the tears as long as I could until I couldn't feel anything at all. Until I feel numb and tired. Until I've gave up on myself.
I force my lips to stretch into a smile and try not to look so weak in front of him when I'm breaking apart. I hold his hand. It was cold.
"I got something for you."
His face lighten up as he tried to sit upright. I insist him to lay down but he won't. He want to sit up so I help him and pull up the bed a little for him to lean on as support.
"What is it?"
He asked so I placed the scrapbook on his lap. He look down on it and pressed his right palm on it.
"I wonder what's inside."
He said. I purse my lips and motion him to open the scrapbook. He look a bit surprise to see his photo in it with a little bit of my ugly drawings at the side. He look up at me.
"You actually took my pictures?"
"Why not? You're handsome."
He let out a soft chuckle and went through the book one page by one page, admiring everything in it and sometimes he would weakly laughed over his ugly faces on it.
