My Reason

THE ANGEL'S PROMISE

"Good morning Jungkook. How're you feeling today?"

Silence.

"I had a hectic day yesterday. Namjoon, you remember Namjoon right, my boyfriend? I told you about him. Anyway, he burnt my kitchen, and broke my couch, Tv and coffee table! How, you ask? Well, yesterday was our anniversary, and he wanted to surprise me with a romantic dinner. I don't know what he was thinking, he knows he can't cook. Anyway, he wanted to make a romantic dinner for me, but ended up, not burning the food, but the pots and pans! How is that even possible?! The burning pans led to lots and lots of smoke, which led to the smoke detector going off. He opened the windows, but the alarm continued it's high pitched screeching, so Namjoon, in his great wisdom, decided to grab the broom and use it to fan the alarm to stop it's screaming, which led to him cracking the frame of couch he stood on, which made him lose his balance, causing him to fall backward onto my coffee table, breaking it in half, and sending the broom handle into my Tv!"

As he spoke, Dr. Kim Seokjin, checked the boy's vitals, then fluffed his pillow and straightened his blankets, practically tucking him in. Jin thought he heard, the normally silent boy, giggle at his story, though he didn't acknowledge it, as he didn't want the boy to close up again, so he just kept up the one-sided conversation as he worked.

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Jungkook stared out the window from his hospital bed. He was tired, but couldn't sleep. He was in too much pain.

He looked from the heavens to his wrists, at the scars that ringed them. He didn't know why they didn't just let him die from the attempted suicide, he was dying anyway, so why not let him go as he chose? Instead, he was being forced to die slowly and painfully.

Alone.

He grimaced as another shot of sharp, piercing, crippling pain lanced through his head. He curled up as best he could in the narrow bed, and cried, not from the pain of his illness, but the pain within his heart.

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Taehyung was wandering the halls, when he heard someone crying. He walked a little slower and quieter, seeking out the source of the weeping. He was led to room 1230. The door was slightly ajar, the room within dark, though light enough, thanks to the light from the hallway, to see the silhouette of, what appeared to be a young man, curled on the bed, back to the door. Tae, never one to resist tears, approached the boy silently, and carefully climbed onto the bed behind the boy, draping an arm around the boy's waist and hugged him tight.

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Jungkook felt someone climb onto the bed, spooning him from behind, and drape an arm around his waist, holding him tight. He should've been scared, worried or, at the very least, uncomfortable that a stranger was in bed with him, holding him tightly, but instead, he turned into the warm embrace, crying on the stranger's shoulder.

Jungkook felt the stranger rest his head upon his, and gently stroke his hair in a gesture of comfort. No one has ever held him, comforted him, no one has ever truly cared about him, as this stranger seemed to. He wrapped his free arm around the stranger and held on just as tightly, crying loudly, letting out all his sadness, all his anger and fear. He cried until there were no tears left to shed, yet he didn't let the young man in his arms go.

"Please stay with me. I don't want to be alone."

Taehyung's heart broke a bit at the boy's whispered words, his soft pleading. Tae tightened his hold on the boy, as he whispered.

"Of course."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

He felt the boy snuggle closer to him, burying his face into his neck. Taehyung continued to hold the boy, to stroke his soft hair, as he began to softly sing a lullaby. It wasn't long before Tae heard the boy's breathing even out in sleep, though his grip never loosened, as if afraid Tae would disappear if he let go, even in sleep. Tae, on pure instinct,  kissed the top of the boy's head,  and closed his eyes, as sleep washed over him, carrying him into the world of dreams.