See You Again: MBHEA Book II

|· 14 ·| Teary Eyes

EVERY day that passed was torture for me. I tried to focus on getting by and making sure I'm healing well, but in countless nights I stayed awake, unable to sleep. It was during those nights where I was alone and I was allowed to cry freely by myself. Each night I thought I about the decision I will be making.

Being with Jimin was a temporary happiness. It was the type of happiness that I was wary of, one that always made me uneasy. One that was dangerous. I was constantly afraid that it will disappear and that feeling alone tired me. I wanted to be happy without doubting it, without worrying about that it won't be forever. But the times I spent with him made up for it. I could look past everything when I'm with him.

Being with Jungkook before the car accident took place was a consistent happiness. No heartbreaks took place, it was just us two, and us two only. I remembered the day when the accident was about to happen hours before, on my birthday. In that memory, I was happy. Genuinely, sincerely content. I didn't question our happiness, our future. There were problems in every relationship but I never grew mentally tired from questioning and doubting my jubilation.

Jimin was so close to dying—the second time. He was about to give up of life because I had very slim chances of recovering from my coma.

"You survived another life-and-death ordeal," Hara said, snapping me to reality. "Honestly, the doctors here are such defeatists, and pessimistic, too. They claimed that a very low percentage survived from smoke inhalation. Jungkook woke up before you did, though he's sleeping most of the time. It's a miracle, Chaeyoung, and I still can't believe it. The doctors assured us that Jungkook just needed some rest and time to recuperate. I told him that you woke up and you're healing well. His whole body immediately relaxed."

I observed her face as she talked, sitting in a chair next to me. She was trying to comfort me but I know she's leaving out some parts. "How did he react? To his...new condition," I let out, trying not to feel, deactivating any emotions.

Hara pursed her lips, hesitating. "Jungkook never spoke unless necessary. He never seemed to smile again and he looked as if his soul left his body. I'm very worried about him, Chaeyoung. He wouldn't make eye contact with any us and in the morning, the nurses noticed that his eyes were red and puffy. He doesn't express it but he's trudging through the puddle by himself. He's distressed but he's alive. Heal up well, Chaeyoung, because Jungkook is waiting for you. You're the only one who can pull him out of depression."

"How about Jimin?" I asked, holding my breath as I waited for my best friend's answer.

"Jimin is doing surprisingly well," Hara said with a smile. "He's been seeing his therapist and his mental state is getting quite stable again. It's been a week now and all three of you are healing much better than any one would have expected."

"Yoongi is seeing his therapist today, right?" I inquired. "How's school without me?"

Hara chuckled. "Dreadful. Can't wait for when you can go back to school with me. But I've gotta say, it's much better than back in my hometown."

"I'm glad you didn't regret your decision," I said.

"I need to head home. The teachers here are not lenient on homework and it's killing me," Hara complained. "I will come see you tomorrow. Have a good night sleep today. Bye!"

I lifted my arm to wave as she left the room. I spent the next hour deliberating my final decision. When I got out of my bed, I was still thinking about it. Even when I approached the room Jungkook was staying in, I wasn't completely certain about my choice.