playing by the rules || j.jk

XXIX

"Chapter 29"

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A/N: What makes me laugh is the first chapter of this book has like 348 reads and now my chapters struggle to get to 16 views... welp... I'm sorry my books start out shit. They are better now. Anyway back to my cruddy book hehe.

Sucking in a breath, I looked to everyone around me. My heart pounded in my chest. It battered my ribcage to the point I thought the bones would break under the harsh punches given from my raging caged muscle. Gently, I laid the stirring Jisoo down into the chair and looked around to the others. They too were shocked. 

Quickly I turned to the parents, looking to them in approval. Their jaws hung low, eyes flicking between me and the doctor. But within seconds, they each gave me a sweet smile and walked with me to the door. At the door they stopped - his mother stroked my shoulder and his father shook my hand- but I carried on through the door.

Coming back into a room like this was already giving me panics. It was so much like my mothers room- I mean her old room. Everything was white, the floor a light birch wood imitation linoleum. The hospital bed was thin, white bars at the foot and headboard, one side extended upwards completely and one side only half was extended upwards. It looked like a crib, as if those inside were like babies. Helpless. But sometimes they were. 

Surrounding the bed were series of machines, now disconnected and silent. A tall, wiry frame loomed above the bed,  a bag of IV fluid attached. I followed the intravenous tube down the long metal frame and onto the bed, where the needle plunged into pale veiny skin.

On the bed, Jungkook looked at me through heavy lidded eyes, eyelids puffy and undereyes sucked in and purple tinged. It looked as if death himself had come and given him a beating. Cuts covered one side of his face, all red and angry. His left cheek - the side of all the cuts - was swollen and a large bruise had formed along his law. My gaze went down his body and on his arms were bandages, the left side with a much larger one. My mind flashed back as I remembered the gaping wound on his arm where skin had been ripped from him, revealing the blood and muscle underneath. I came back to reality and frantically looked at the rest of him but it was covered by a blanket. But I already had an idea, remembering his red torso as they cut his shirt off of him and his unnaturally laying legs. 

"J-Jungkook! Oh my god I am so sorry this is all my faul-"

"How do I know you?" He looked at me, frowning slightly. I stopped, my waterfall of words running dry. My eyes bulged and my waterline and the pit of my throat ached.

"P-Pardon?" The words barely made it past my lips, I wasn't even sure if I had said it loud enough.

"How do I know you? How come when I woke up the first thing I thought was Ji-Young?" He looked at me through thin eyes, trying to work me out. " I mean you don't look half bad, maybe it's good I know you."

Typical Jungkook, even bruised and stitched up, he's a fuckboy. My heart clenched tightly. And here I thought I'd come in here and he'd pull me into some passionate, romantic kiss that only happens when a near death experience comes by. But here I was, disappointed.

"O-Oh I-I"

"Spit it out love, you have a crush on me or something?"

"N-no I'm j-just your classmate. We did a stupid Romeo and Juliet play together for English, you teased me a lot for losing weight and u-um we are kinda friends s-so you brought me to th-the hospital when I found out my mum died. I-I ran i-in front o-of a c-car-" My voice was beginning to crack, my throat constricting  and the choking pain of withheld tears was beginning to become overpowering.

"And I pushed you out the way?"

"Y-yes."

"I don't believe what you're saying." He looked at me with darkened eyes.

"W-what?"

"I said I don't believe you, I think you heard me perfectly well." I don't, nor will I never know what it is about Jungkook, but he has the sweetest face yet it can also be so stern and frightful. Those straight eyebrows, the dark eyes, the down turned thin but pretty lips which I had become so accustomed to seeing in a cheeky smirk. 

"B-but I am telling the truth." I leaned myself on the railing of his bed but noticed him staring so I quickly stood myself back up. He still stared.

"Then how come-" He paused, hiccuping and then wincing in pain, hovering a hand over this left rib cage where I had earlier seen a slight protrusion under his skin. Clearing his throat, he began again. "I don't just run in front of a car for a 'kinda friend' " 

He made quotation signs with his fingers, looking at me with a sarcastic and mildly humoured look. Opening my mouth to speak, he held one finger in the air - a signal to tell me to hush. Doing as he said, I settled myself and dragged a folded chair in the corner of the room and set it up next to him. He looked on, one corner of his mouth moving upwards in a smile of amusement.

"Of course I wouldn't leave someone to get hit, but I wouldn't risk my life for just anyone, as selfish as that sounds. And-" He winced again from a deep breath he took but resumed his gaze on me. "My heart wouldn't become faster like this if you were just a friend."

My mouth opened, little flustered sounds coming out of it. Small stutters. 

"It may just be something as simple as lust, I mean you are gorgeous." I felt slightly angered by the comment but also blushed. Around Jungkook, my feelings were always confused. "But it doesn't just feel like lust. I don't know what it is."

I was about to speak, perhaps I would've spilt everything however I was stopped by a doctor who asked me to leave for private matters. I did as I was asked, ignoring Jungkook calling after me. A few tears fell as I knew he forgot me. Yet a small smile found its way to my face. Because his heart hadn't forgotten.

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You know since this is a cliche book, why not make it more cliche. End is near guys. I started writing this book in August 2017... it's almost been a year... about time it came to a close.