Smeraldo •|| J.JK

Chapter 20

Jungkook's POV

"I'm sorry to say this but, you're sick Jungkook. Really sick."

I blinked twice in disbelief.

I was with Namjoon hyung's parents today.

Sick. Really sick. I may be 11 years old but that doesn't mean I didn't know what was happening.

I was dying.

"What?" My voice broke. The others, my brothers, looked at me. They burst out crying.

I hated it when hyungs cried.

So I stood up and walked out of the room, not paying attention to what the others said.

I was dying.

Slowly, but surely.
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"Jungkook, you have to eat please."

I didn't pay attention to Jimin hyung who was trying to force feed me.

9 years.

9 fucking years and I'm still alive.

When will I die? It's getting hard to fight.

"Jungkook. I know you're hungry. I know you don't really want to talk but please. Don't give up on yourself." Jimin said and he walked out of the room.

"I already did." I sighed.

I figured I needed a little fresh air. I propped myself on my wheelchair and pushed myself all the way outside. I got in an elevatot. A few nurses tried to help me but I shoved them off.

When I got to the rooftop, I saw someone sitting at the bench.

Confused as to why there was someone here this late at night, I still pushed myself all the way there.

She glanced towards me and stared. I felt uncomfortable. I didn't like it when people stare at me. The defect. Sick.

"Stop staring. Please." I said but I didn't mean to sound annoyed.

I saw her blink awkwardly and looked away.

"S-sorry." She mumbled.

A few minutes later, a gust of wind blew from the rooftop. I shivered. I felt really cold.

"Are you cold?" She suddenly asked me. I shook my head in confusion as to why she was talking to me.

"I think you are." She said.

She suddenly stood up and my eyes widened as she put her jacket on me.

"W-What are you doing?" I asked still confused. She smiled shyly. I didn't miss the gleam in her eyes as she tucked me.

"Keeping you warm." She said and smiled.

There was something about her smile, that drags you along with her. Her eyes has stars swimming in them. Her cheeks were pink.

There was something about her, that drew me closer to her stars.

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"Soomin's sick hyung. She's dying."

The words hit my heart like a bullet. It hurt.

My Soomin.

"Jungkook." Soomin's mom called me. Her face was blotched from tears. She motioned me to come with her.