The Girl from Busan

You're Okay (Jungkook).

Author's note:

This chapter is maining Jungkook's accident. I promise that the next chapter will have more Yoongi haha. Stay tuned! :)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

~Dahyun's POV

"Soooo I was like 'What the hell?? Why would you say that to me?' Then I broke up with him," Jisu said, with utmost pride.

I was just trying to keep my eyes open because the story started to bore me.

"Mmmmm," I hummed, pretending to be interested.

"Anyway, tell me what you've been doing! How was your summer?" She leaned a little closer, with attentiveness and a big eager smile pasted on her face.

The moment I was about to speak, my phone rang. I excused myself from the conversation and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Pssst."

I know that voice anywhere.

"Jimin?"

He laughed, " I thought you wouldn't recognize me aishh."

"Of course not! I know your voice anywhere."

"Dang. At least I tried," he chuckles. "Anyway, I have news!"

"You got in??"

"Of course I did! Duh!" He laughed at himself. "Told you I would!"

I started screaming in the restaurant. Everyone eating started staring at me, but psssh who cares??

MY BROTHER JUST GOT IN BIGHIT ENTERTAINMENT!

"Calm yourself," he says while laughing.

"That's great! Did you tell mom or Jungkook yet?"

"No, but I will tell Jungkook in awhile. I just need to finish signing a few things."

"Okay! Want to Skype later if you have the time?"

"Sure, sis. Just text me before you do so."

"Alright! Talk to you later!"

"Bye, little one!"

I put the phone down, smiling, as if I won the lottery.

"Your brother?" Jisu asked.

"Yeah. He got in!"

"I heard," she said sarcastically as she looked around at the people.

I followed her eyes to see people glaring at me. I bowed my head a bit to apologize for my actions. But who wouldn't be all excited if you get news like that??

This day is just getting better and better.

~Jungkook's POV

Aish. Where am I?

All I see is black. Pure black. I could hear people, I just couldn't see them.

"Jungkook?" An unknown voice said.

I shook my body, which made me feel this excruciating pain on my side. I suddenly heard people gasping.

"He's okay. He's alive," one said.

"We have a pulse," said another.

I tried to open my eyes, but I didn't have enough strength to. Am I in a dream? Why can't I open my eyes? Maybe if I sit up I'll wake up. I try moving, but again, that pain on my side restricted me. I mustered enough strength to open my eyes as much as possible, but it barely opened. I could see the sun's light, but my eyes refused to focus on it.

"He's awake!" Someone gasped.

I look to my left and see a middle-aged man, kneeling beside me. He had a wide face, his thin eyes were wide open, making him look a bit creepy. Beads of sweat were trickling down his temples. I kept on analyzing his face, but unfortunately I didn't recognize him. I tried to ask him what happened, but all that came out was a groan.

"You'll be okay. We're bringing you to the hospital."

Hospital?? No no wait! I'll be late for my job interview!

"I have work," I said in pain.

"No. We can't let you go. We have to take you to the hospital."

Aish. What have I done?

If only I were more responsible for my body. I would've been able to get to that job interview. I would've been able to earn money, to help my mom, my sister. Gosh, how I need my sister right now. But if she sees me like this, she'll kill me.

It seems like I hate her, but I don't. The only reason why I don't like her, is because she kept Jimin Hyung to herself. Back when we were kids, It was just me and Hyung, until she came along. Since then, Jimin has been focusing on making her feel welcome; more at home, leaving me to play all by myself. When I want to play with Hyung, Dahyun would make these stupid excuses;

"But he's going to teach me Korean." or "But he told me he'll hang out with me today."

So on, so fourth.

Jimin would make time to play with me, but I always felt like he was just hanging with me is so that I wouldn't complain. Plus they had a lot more in common. While they both went to Ballet school, I went to an Art school, where I learned how to draw. While they both loved to sing, here I was playing badminton. I felt left out. I never actually felt the genuine love from both Jimin and Dahyun. That's why I'm so cold. I hate interacting with people. I hate loving people. Because the last time I did, I got hurt. I was left behind.

But now, Jimin left. I have no one. Sure, I wasn't able to interact and relate to him as much, but he was the person I ran to for comfort. He would always comfort me whenever I was in pain. Now it's just me and my sister and GOD how will she react to this? Me going to the hospital? I've never felt her worrying for me. This makes me scared because, I don't know how she'll react.

She scares me you know. All girls do. How they react to certain things, how they dress. It's just- all over the place! Dang, don't get me started on their mood swings.

"How are you feeling?"

Oh, right. I'm in the ambulance.

I shake my thoughts out of my head and focus on what's happening.

"Dizzy," I reply. "What happened?"

"You got hit by a car. We'll check if you have any major injuries, but for now all we know is that you went unconscious for a few minutes, and that you have a few scratches and bruises," he replied calmly. "Do you have any relatives nearby? Any friends? It's important to let them know that you're on your way to the ER."

"Oh, yes. Their numbers are in my phone."

"This one?" He lifted my phone. It's glass was shattered.

I groaned in misery. I need to get a job and now, a new phone. Great.

"Don't worry. I can let you use my phone to call landline."

He hands me his old Nokia phone, where there were still buttons instead of pure screen. It took me awhile to get the hang of it, but I did eventually. I called the house, hoping Dahyun wouldn't answer, and to my luck she didn't. I didn't memorize my mom's office number, so I didn't bother calling.

"They're not picking up, sir. Thanks anyways." I handed his phone back.

"Ah, well. We can try again once we get there."

I nod and position my head so that I'm facing the roof. I close my eyes, then start dozing off.

I wish this was just a dream. Let it all just be a dream.