fanboy ; liskook

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Jungkook looks at his reflection on the iphone given to him by some fansite. He forces a smile underneath his hat and oxygen mask infested face and proceeded to hold the heavy tank closer to his pale body.

He was the complete definition of weak; mentally, physically and now, emotionally.

It had been a year since he called off Lisa. Been a year since he tried to avoid the Thai girl. Been a year since BTS was showered with love and popularity— been a year since he started smoking to die sooner.

He kept happy all the damn time, kept trying to forget— but he can't.

On his left was a pack of cigarettes, on his other, a handful of reasons to why he chose to do this.

By 'this', he means marching in front of YG's building, anticipating Lisa despite taking the risk of getting spotted by some fans.

The building was the same old building he had forever wished to go to but couldn't because of conflicting schedules. The same building where Bigbang, 2ne1, to name a few, were made. The same building who recruited Lisa Manoban- the Thai beauty he had forever cherished deep inside his weak heart.

He felt light-headed just thinking about her, his heart fluttering along with his mind, all above cloud nine.

"Hey, are you okay?" a familiar voice of a girl asks. He didn't bother to look- he didn't have the energy after all.

"Hey, please look at me, are you okay?" the girl reassures one more time, placing her bags beside him and slightly hugging his back.

'No' he wanted to say, but can't. it was already quite obvious that he was basically suffering. His lungs were burning, his knees felt weak, his eyes were tearing up. His throat was already more than dry- it was already the Sahara Desert for Joshua's sake.

"Air. I n-need air." he croaked out, slowly falling unconscious.

"I need to h- OH FUCK IT!!"

Using his last breath, his remaining energy, his last motion, his last movement- he looks at the girl.

"Lisa..." he whispers in a breathy manner, before finally falling into the deep pit of unconsciousness.