Jungkook has a disorder where he can't feel pain. Since it's a generally unknown disease, and the doctors aren't really qualified, jungkook has been at the mental facility since he was 5 years old.
Taehyung is a psychology major and understands the...
It had been 2 weeks since Jungkook was back at the psych ward. 2 weeks since Taehyung found Jungkook with bandaged arms and pale skin. Those 2 weeks passed so quickly, they didn't even notice how much has changed. Taehyung has come to visit Jungkook every day these past 2 weeks, causing Jungkook's spirits to rise tremendously. The cuts in his arms have healed to join the other number of scars that littered his skin. There was more color on his cheeks and more genuine happiness in his smile. He had been taken off over half of his regular medicines, leaving just a few vitamins and his injections. And all of the people in white seemed to notice his positive change in behavior.
Taehyung became so distracted with him that he had completely forgot about his independent study. In fact, he hasn't gone to a single class in the past month. He considered dropping out at this point. Being around all of the doctors and the whole industry made him realize that this profession wasn't something he wanted to pursue. He ultimately decided that taking time off from college for a while seemed like the best option. Plus, being with Jungkook was the most important thing to him right now.
It was just after dinner time when Taehyung had came to visit Jungkook today. When he walked into the white, plushy room, Jungkook smiled brightly and waved to him. He went over to sit on the bed next to the younger boy who instantly wrapped his arms around Taehyung's neck.
"I missed you tae!" He beamed. It made Taehyung laugh sweetly. Seeing Jungkook so happy and watching him heal was something so wonderful to see. The people in white would tell Taehyung about things they would talk about. How they feel so much more comfortable around the patient who they used to fear. He loved hearing about all of the progress the black haired boy had made.
"I missed you too," Taehyung replied. "Anything happen today?"
Taehyung sat back, leaning against some pillows as Jungkook took his hand and fiddled with the olders fingers.
"Well, I was allowed to use a knife at dinner today. But I accidentally cut my finger a little."
Jungkook held up his left index finger that had a bright blue band aid wrapped around it.
"A lady in white gave me this. I thought the color was pretty."
Taehyung nodded. Day by day he seemed to become more intrigued by Jungkook's innocence. He was so so pure. Taehyung seemed to think that the white color of the room fit the boys personality. Jungkook laid back into Taehyung's body, his head resting against the latters chest while Taehyung's arms wrapped around the small body and found his fingers laced through the smooth black locks of Jungkook's hair.
"Taehyungie?" Jungkook asked, still fiddling with the older males fingers
"Hmm?" Taehyung hummed in response
"Will the people in white let you stay to watch a movie with me tonight?"
The brunette laughed a little before responding to the boys request, so amused by his little-kid-like ways. Although, it shouldn't be something that unusual. He'd never been around kids his own age in his life. He was still younger in his mind for the most part.
"I don't know, kookie," Taehyung said. "I have to leave here soon."
Jungkook pouted as he looked down at his hands.
"Awe don't get all sad now," Taehyung said smiling as he grabbed Jungkook's chin gently and lifted it so that their eyes met. "I'm not gonna leave you. Never again."
"Taehyung?" Jungkook softly muttered. He fiddled with Taehyung's long and slender fingers while the older boy used his free hand to place on top of Jungkook's head. "I love you."
"I love you too kookie."
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Shitty ending to a shitty chapter of what turned out to be a shitty story. This was so repetitive because of me writing a little bit every few weeks. And it was so short because I didn't plan this story out and I just reached a dead end. Ugh this is so bad. This is also the last story I'm writing on this blog.
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Thanks for hanging on through this awful ride and I'm sorry this last bit was so bad.
Bye! -Mary Clare
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