Jungkook's POV
It truly was a nightmare.
At that split second, all I could think of was a scene I saw back when I was 13. All I could see was a girl, standing in the vast ocean, trying to end her life, her precious life. She was broken, she was delicate, she was like a bird who had lost its wing. A bird who wanted to fly, to explore the wonders of this world, but because of its disability, it couldn't. And right there and then, I wanted to give it its wing. I didn't care whether or not it meant that I had to lose my own wing. I wanted it to fly again. So badly.
I zoomed out into the ocean, the crystal emerald ocean, that seemed so welcoming, yet so icy. Icy to the point that it could kill. But I knew I couldn't die. I had to save that broken bird. I took her with me, and brought her back to shore. Everything was playing like a horror film. I breathed heavily as I looked around the deserted beach.
"No... Please, no..." I whispered as I held her fragile hand, watching her pale face. Her eyes were shut - I knew so badly that she wanted me to save her, but I couldn't. I yanked my body down and tried to do CPR - it didn't work. I did it again - it still didn't work. I didn't know much about such life-saving skills, so I just did what I saw in movies - I used both of my palms to press against the left side of her chest - where her heart was. I could feel that it was beating. It was beating, and I knew that it wanted to beat. It wanted to survive.
I called the ambulance, and I screamed for help. A tall figure approached me with heavy footsteps and I backed away. I watched the man try his best to let her see the beauty of earth once again, to let her enjoy this beauty and to sustain her. To pull her back. I didn't say anything - I didn't know what to say. I just... I wanted her to fly again.
I saw her open her eyes slightly. She coughed out water, but she was too weak. She couldn't... she couldn't do anything about her situation. I grasped her hand, tears rolling out of my cheek. I barely even knew her, but yet I felt so passionate for her. It was scary to see her fade away in front of my eyes, so I held her tightly.
"Don't die," I whispered. "Stay."
And then everything seemed to return to normal again. I saw Yoo Ra, looking at the speeding car with terror in her eyes, dropping her jaw and gasping out loud. I saw that terror once again, the terror everyone feels when they face death. I rushed out, grabbed her by her waist and spun her around. We collapsed onto the ground - her body on top of mine. I was squashed, and I almost saw darkness invading my sight, but I brushed it off. I had to stay awake, I had to make sure Yoo Ra was alright.
We stayed in that position for almost a minute or two, while that driver sped off. I didn't realise our faces were only a few centimetres apart, until we finally made eye contact. We looked deep into each other's eyes. Her dark, grey eyes seemed to penetrate deep into whatever secrets I held beneath my skin, making my heart palpitate faster and faster. I held her with my strong arms - her bones seemed so light and fragile. When we finally regained our composure, she stood up, and so did I.
"Are you okay?" I asked, concerned. Her face was pale. I could tell that she was indeed shocked by the near-to-death experience. Who wouldn't be?
"I-I'm fine," she stuttered, looking away. "Thank you."
"Do you need me to bring you to the hospital for a check?"
"No... I-I'm fine. Really. I guess I was just shocked and t-terrified."
I touched her head and stroked her hair. Her face became flushed all of a sudden and I realised what I was doing. I didn't mean it in any romantic way, I just did it because I felt like she needed my care. And I was ready to give any care of mine to her.
"Here. This is your phone," I said as I passed it to her. "You left it at the fansign."
"Oh... gomawo," she said, still refusing to look at me straight in the eye.
"Well I guess I need to return. Please be careful, all right?" I said, placing my hands on her shoulders.
"Ne, don't worry."
I smiled at her and waved goodbye, while I walked back to the room. Just then, I felt a pair of hands snaking their way to my waist.
"Jinja gomawoyo, Jungkook oppa," I heard Yoo Ra say as she back-hugged me. I gulped as my heart started fluttering continuously. Why is she making my heart beat so fast?
After a few moments, she finally let go, which made my heart set at peace. It seemed to me that we were enclosed in a bubble just before she let go - I felt that we were alone. Alone in our own world. It seemed like time had stopped, just for us, and that we could stay in that moment forever. Together. It seemed so fake, but yet so real at the same time. I watched her turn away and walk into the outside world.
Just like how I did a few years ago.
