fanboy ; liskook

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He was dumbfounded.

"Why are you here, Lisa?" he asks, voice hoarse and barely audible, he could barely see the woman because of his clouded vision, but he still knew it was her. "I'm still alive, am I?"

Silence was her reply— the type of silence that lenghtens time, the type of silence which gives a person anxiety, the type of silence which was overbearingly loud.

Lisa was slouched against a wall, foam cushioning her back and palms supported by her knees, her fingers were tapping on a silent beat as she looked straight to the blank wall ahead of them. While he, Jungkook, lies against the hospital bed, biting his chapped lips, and observing his plain surroundings (and the woman, too).

"Lisa?" Jungkook asks once more, looking at her with his peripheral vision, he couldn't do much except stare at the ceiling, but if he could— he would literally jump out of the bed and shoo her away, he wasn't worth any of her time.

Their moment together was spent staring at blank walls, not bothering to even peep— Lisa, out of guilt, and Jungkook, out of anxiety and his coarse throat.

"This is partly my fault." he hears her, her voice breaking the silence, and her voice breaking too, he couldn't see her clearly but he did know that she was crying, and more than anything, he would like to comfort her, but he couldn't speak at all, and Lisa wouldn't hear him if he tried, "I'm so sorry... sorry for doing everything out of pity. If I did want to support you, I shouldn't have been doing it out of pity, if I was too fall in love or have a friendship, I should have done so willingly— but I just can't.."

He wanted to say it was all his fault, because, in his perspective, she didn't cause his sickness— his parent's genetics did, plus, admittedly, he was being delusional with the thought of Lisa and he being a thing.

But he couldn't bring himself to say anything.

And while she weeps, he could feel his system shutting down.

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