Mental 2 | Jungkook

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He quickly stood up and ran into the bathroom as he slammed the door behind him.

"Again? In front of her now?" He complains to himself.

Jungkook quickly washed his hands and mouth. Knowing he was done for, his perfect life he was pretending to have was finally shattered.

He was waiting for the day to come where he would do an accident, and today was that day he had to finally say goodbye.

He slowly opened the door and peeked out to see what I was doing. I sat in the same place and didn't move at all since I saw what happened.

Blood..?

Why would he cough up blood?

I started to think to myself, all the possible reasons. People who cough up blood shows they have cancer. Please tell me it's not that... I guess the only way I'll know is if he tells me himself what's going on.

"C-Care to tell me what's going on?" I ask, but not giving him eye contact.

"Again (Y/N), I apologize for what you have seen, I'm sorry it had to come to this, I won't need to explain to you because I'll leave now from your sight."

He quickly runs and opens a drawer filled with his clothes and shoves them in his old backpack. He didn't even notice he was crying, just too busy knowing he screwed up.

"No.. what are you doing?" I say to him as I quickly get up and run to him.

"I'm leaving, You're not responsible for me anymore. Cloud! Come on we're leaving!" He put a leash on Cloud and stomped towards the door.

"JUNGKOOK!" I scream as I run up to him with my arms spread out and grabbed his waist tightly pulling him away from the door.

He stopped walking and looked down. I could hear him start to cry as tears were running down his cheeks continuously. "N-No.."

"Don't ever dare leave me.. You hear me? I don't want to you to fucking leave just like that. You can tell me everything and you know that! So please let's just talk. I'll listen to you.." I started to weep too.

"... Don't cry" he silently says enough for me to hear.

"I will, and now that you're leaving and disappearing from me again.. I'll cry everyday just like how I did when I thought you were dead.."

"You really want me to explain.. you're confident to know the truth (Y/N)?" He asks me, knowing I might overreact.

He turns himself around and looks at me with his stinging red eyes.

"Back when I was in that abandoned place.. The men there would force me to swallow some kind of pill everyday. At first I didn't know what it was.. I-I thought it was just some vitamin pill but I was wrong.. after I escaped, just about a month later I would get this pain inside of me. Then it would get worse, but in the third month I coughed up blood. So I went to the doctors when I saved some money from a small job I was working"

I grabbed a hold of his hand. "And what? What did they say?" I asked him.

"They.. they said I'm dying."

My eyes twitched from hearing the word I was so afraid of.

"Did I hear that correctly.. No, I must be deaf, can you repeat what the hell you just said?"

He let out a sigh. "They asked me if I took drugs before and I denied. But then I remembered I would always get injected in the Asylum causing me to behave abnormally and hallucinate. My body was dying even then, and I took some pills which slowed my body from destroying. But after I stopped taking them.. it was too late."