ｂｔｓ ｓｈｏｒｔ ｓｔｏｒｉｅｓ

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Story will include profanity. You have been warned.

I sighed as I sat on the hospital bed, alone.
Ever since my mother had gotten into a car accident with me while I was in the car with her as a newborn baby, I've been in the hospital. My mom was completely done though. But I didn't see her often.
I dont remeber much from my early child hood, but do I remeber a day that changed evrything. There was a knock on my rooms door.
I noticed she held a syringe. I began to squirm in fear. "Shh, sweetie, don't worry, its not for you." The nurse assured me, explaining that it was for the patient behind the curtain that separated us. I did know he was around my age of six and was very hurt too.

The nurse slipped behind the curtain. I heard a cry afterwards. Soon after, I heard lots of sniffling and heavy breathing. All of a sudden, and boy who apeared to around my age, pulled back the curtain separating us. "Hello." He greeted me. His eyes still glistened with tears. Was he crying? Randomly, I blurted "You look like you need a hug." He then ran into my arms. We were only six at the time.
                           
                         11 years later

"Jungkook, hurry up!" I hissed. "Oh I'm going as fast as I can." He muttered in reply.
"Kook, you know damn well We shouldn't be up here!" "Then stop screaming dumbass!" He replied. A couple of birds flew by, and we stood silently watching them. Two in particular were together, and when they saw us, flew away still together.

"I don't wanna leave you, Jungkook." I mumbled on the verge of tears. Jungkook tightly squeezed my hand.
Tommorow, I was going to board a flight to India to have a special operation performed. I was very anxious because Jungkook was always with me.

We faced eachother now. "Its only for a week, right? Don't worry, I'll still be here." Jungkook said as he pointed at my heart. We looked into each others eyes. He leaned in, closer to me, cetimeters away from my lips. He stopped, waiting for my consent. I leaned in and we kissed softly. Nothing too extravagant. I didn't have any way of knowing if I kissed him correctly. Is there a correct way to kiss someone?
Living in a hospital for your whole life doesn't allow for these moments. But, when we kissed, his hands slide into my blue jumper's pockets, then slide out. "Yah. I told you to dress warm." I grinned at him.

"Remember I l-love you Y/n." He stuttered. "I love you t-too." We kissed again, and we held eachother for a while. Then we laughed, and I never felt happier.
                             ♡♡♡

As I sat on the plane to India, and couldn't stop smiling. I love that damn boy too much.

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