The Girl from Busan

I Love You.

Jungkook's POV

I've been in bed all day, waiting for the doctor to tell me my results. I feel fine really. I think they're just overreacting, especially Dahyun. She's on the foot of my bed with her famous "worried face". It annoys me sometimes, but eh I gotta go with it.

"Excuse me, sir. I got the results," says the doctor as he entered the room.

"What is it, doctor?" Dahyun asked impatiently.

"Well luckily, you, sir, have very minor injuries. Nothing dislocated or broken, which is good," he says, not lifting his eyes from his papers, "But sir we will have to ask you to stay here for further examination."

Dahyun sighs as she looks at me. Her worried face disappeared and was replaced by a smile. I couldn't help but smile back at her. I can't imagine how it will be if my situation was worse. Everyone will be worried and I'll feel horrible because other people will be stressed out because of me. And my stupidness.

"Thank you, doc," Dahyun says joyfully.

"Of course. You'll be here for a month or more, depending on your body's response to medicine and recovery," the doctor says with a blank expression. "Right now, I will need a family representative to sign some papers outside."

"Oh yes, I'll do it," Dahyun replies.

Dahyun gets up from the bed and walks towards the small desk beside me. I can already imagine the pain she will be going through for the next few days. And to think it's because of me. This feeling is so weird. I'm not used to caring for her at all. But now, I can't help but feel sorry and thankful towards her

I watch her open her bag and grab out her wallet. She takes a peak and stiffens up. I didn't want to ask her why, but basing on her face, it doesn't look like it's a good thing. She inhales and exhales heavily and starts walking out the door leaving everything, but her wallet and phone.

Dahyun's POV

"Oh yes, I'll do it," I say.

I'm most probably going to be ask to sign some papers for Jungkook's confinement. I check my wallet and all I had was 45,000 won and my credit card. Damn though, I still have bills to pay aish- I need to find a new job soon, I really do. I could see Jungkook watching me. I know that he can see that something's up. Even though we never hung out in the past, it doesn't mean he doesn't know me. I didn't want to look at him. I would cry if I did. He looked horrible, it scared me. He looked like he could die any time, but maybe this is just me exaggerating. Even though I know that he'll be alright, I can't help but worry. I really want this to end soon. I don't know how long I can go.

I walk towards the door, leaving Jungkook to rest. I had my wallet in hand, just incase they'll ask me to pay for something.

"Ya, Dahyun."

I look back at Jungkook lying on his bed. His head looking at my direction, his arms and face full of bruises. It's hard to look at him without feeling sorry.

"Yeah?"

"Don't worry too much, okay? This, too, will pass."

Dang, did he just read my mind?

He smiles weakly then positions his head so that he's facing the ceiling and starts dozing off. I felt like crying, because of what he looked like. Weak, pale, full of bruises, he was obviously hurting. That's why I need to be strong for him. I don't care if I tire myself, I don't care anymore. He needs me.

And I need him.

A Week Later -

I make my way to the ER where Jungkook is so that I could hand him the food I made for him. It's a Saturday and it's been a week since we saw each other. I really miss him actually. I've been alone in the house for an entire week and it just felt so lonely. Mom's coming home to help me with the house tonight, so at least I have someone in the house with me. Also I was so afraid to go out the house because I feel like someone is watching me. I would always see this man in the same dark-blue jacket standing in the distance whenever I walk back from job interviews. Eh, I don't know. It could just be me and my paranoid thoughts.