WITCHCRAFT | jungri

♔Fifteen♔

By Tuesday morning, Yeri had managed to completely recover from her injuries. Granted, if it hadn't been for her shock after Wendy had told her what happened along with her drained energy, she would have been just fine by the end of Sunday— after all, Madam Yuri wasn't the nurse of one of the most prestigious schools in the wizard realm for no reason.

Jungkook, on the other hand, went through the excruciating process of getting his arm healed within the span of just one and a half days. It really wasn't all that entertaining for him to merely sit there, not being able to move an inch as he downed whatever sour, disgusting concoction Madam Yuri had given him while constantly being poked in the arm by her wand as it healed.

When he had woken up to Joy staring down at him worriedly, he - much like Yeri, in fact - only cared about one thing; "who won the match?"— to which Joy merely shook her head in response before breaking the news to him that they'd tied.

Of course, this led Jungkook to remember the exact moment when the Snitch had somehow wedged itself in between both of their hands as they'd fallen to the ground. Even weirder, he and Yeri had been holding hands— no one could have seen that coming.

"I'll let you out tomorrow." Madam Yuri told him on Tuesday. "Your arm is healed now, but still a bit fragile; it could break out in pain if you hurt it even a little bit."

Jungkook sighed. "Tomorrow? I haven't moved since Saturday."

"Well you're free to move now." Madam Yuri informed him matter-of-factly. "But if you start bleeding again, make sure none of it gets on the floor; it's hard to clean up, you know?"

Jungkook glared at Madam Yuri as she walked off, pressing his mouth into a thin line. She was joking, obviously, but only because of the fact that Jungkook intimidated other people so much— and Madam Yuri was not one of them.

He sighed, settling back into the bed as he stared at his arm impatiently, waiting for it to instantly return back to normal, if that was even possible.

Jungkook propped his head up as he heard the door open, startled as he saw Yeri enter the hospital wing. What on earth was she doing here?

"Weren't you just in here?" Jungkook questioned her as she walked over to his bed, taking a seat beside it. "Why are you back?"

"Because, and I will punch you in the arm— yes, your broken one— if you make fun of me for this," Yeri glared at Jungkook momentarily, "but I came here to thank you."

"Okay, first of all," Jungkook sat up, wincing as his arm began to sting ever so slightly, "its not broken anymore, as you can see- OW!"

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at Yeri as she flicked his arm, causing a sudden shock of pain to run through his body. Rather than scolding her, however, Jungkook opted on continuing what he was saying earlier.

"Second of all," he stated, "you're welcome."

"You don't even know what I was going to thank you for, dummy." Yeri told him off, crossing her arms.

Jungkook merely shrugged. "I know, but there's plenty of things you should thank me for. Like my existence, my good looks, my-"

"I beg to differ." Yeri interrupted him, though a little too quickly.

Jungkook puts his hand - the uninjured one - up to his chest, feigning offense.

"So I'm not attractive to you? Or appealing, whatsoev-"

"I'm leaving now." Yeri stood up, walking quickly towards the door. "Goodbye, Jeon."

Jungkook chuckled in satisfaction as Yeri made her way out of the hospital wing just as quickly as she'd entered. She was quite cute, actually— something he'd never admit to anybody.