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Chapter 20: Consoling Hanwoo

*Kim Taehyung's POV*

After I finished the food, I was about to put my tray back when I looked over at Jimin, he was just staring at his plate.

"Jimin? Jimin-ah~" I lightly shook his shoulder.

"Oh? Ah, yeah?" He snapped back into reality.

"Aren't you gonna eat?" I questioned.

He's been doing fine for the past month or so...I thought he was working his way to recovery fast?

I don't want him to end up like before...

"Ahh..." He fake laughed, "Taehyung-ah, I'm not really hungry right now and..I had a lot for breakfast too. I think I'm—."

"No," I cut in, "you're going to finish your food Park Jimin. I'll sit right here and watch you until you're done."

"Yah no need for that, the others are here plus all the nurses and doctors surrounding us. Go your face is making me lose my appetite more." He laughed.

I chuckled as I stood up.

"What is this? Kim Taehyung actually leaving? Yah I was kidding sit back down and accompany me while I try to finish...or start eating this." He eyes the food in disgust.

"I need to go...to my weekly check-up, so you carry on. Namjoon hyung make sure he eats. We don't want all that progress going to waste and him ending up like before."

"Tch..stop nagging, now go already."

"Mm. See you." I said as I left, waving a little at Hoseok and Jungkook.

I lied to them about the checkup, because they probably wouldn't let me go if I told them I was going to try to talk to Hanwoo.

I laughed to myself a little, I don't think anyone would want me to go if I said it was Hanwoo I was about to talk to.

The question now is...where do I find him?

Actually, what does Hanwoo do besides hurt Yoongi Hyung anyways?

I've never seen him doing a specific task, or being good at anything specifically.

He just kind of...did everything.

I still kind of remember when he was okay.

He was actually quite an okay nurse.

He liked helping others out most of the time, I wouldn't say he was the best nurse, but a thousand times better than the way he is now.

Ha. That just shows how long I've been here...

I found him in the infirmary, stocking away the bandages and treatment utensils such as scissors blades and whatnot in safe shelves.

I have to admit, if one said he was ugly, they'd be lying.

He stood at least 6 feet tall, a few centimeters taller than me.

He had sharp and dark black eyes, like endless empty darkness. His hair the same Jet black colour as his eyes, messy over his forehead in vague curls.

He was attractive, for someone with an ugly soul.

Either way, his looks don't reflect his personality.

He realised I was walking in and turned back around with a grunt, "Did you fall or something?"

I slowly walked towards him, my legs were really stiff as I awkwardly sat down on the seats in front of the stretchers and patted the spot next to me for him to sit down.

"Tch what do you want?" He asked instead, leaning on the counter with his arms crossed.

"Ah..well...about what happened today with you and Nurse Mis-."

"Listen, kid," he cut in, "that's none of your business, I'd appreciate it if you left now."

I sighed, hesitantly, I continued.

"I just wanted to know if you were alright and.."

But he'd already turned around, going back to what he was doing before.

Aish...maybe this was a bad idea.

I slowly got up and as I made my way towards the door, he spoke up quietly.

"Misungie...She...I liked her a lot. Ever since she joined. I liked everything about her. Her eyes, her smile, her voice, her height...the way she nagged the patients, she was so caring, and I was going to propose—I mean as in asking her to meet me outside of work, for like a date or something.. but...I realised she had no feelings for me. I felt so stupid, it was right in front of me. Misung has never loved anything or anyone other than her job and family. Later I started.."

I sat back down as he turned around, "I..noticed she was spending more time with that guy. Laughing with him, caring for him a lot... a lot more than others..the look in her eyes is what I've always wanted to see when she looked at me. She saw me as a friend, and him as something more. Yoongi..actually never did anything wrong to me but I don't know what comes over me when I see him after knowing her feelings..and...and one day I lost it all and just threw a punch at him."

"I realised it was wrong but I couldn't stop myself, I guess that's how.." his voice trailed off.

"That day...when you threw Jeon Jungkook in the white room...it was the only time you've hurt someone other than Yoongi hyung."

I was close to tears, hearing how it all started for Yoongi Hyung.

"Do you want to get better? Do you...do you regret what you've done?"

He didn't speak for a while, "I..I don't know what I want anymore." He finally said.

I could feel my hands shaking, angrily or in terror, I wasn't sure.

"But...But you could've just talked to her about it."

"And say what?" He scoffed.

My voice also became shaky, "It wasn't Yoongi Hyung's fault," then I grit my teeth suddenly, "You Didn't have to HURT HIM LIKE THAT! IT WASNT HIS FAULT SHE LIKED HIM AND YOUR PETTY HEART GOT BROKEN HANWOO!" I grabbed him by the collar, picked up one of the blades he was stacking away before and held it to his throat.

Soon I let go quickly and dropped the blade, realising what I had done.

Bad timing and bad situation to have this illness.

Hanwoo chuckled darkly, "I thought you could actually help me or cared, guess I was wrong. You're just like everyone else." He growled.

For a second I thought he'd do something to me because he took a few steps closer to me, but after seeing my horrified expression he simply laughed.

I let out a sigh of relief.

"Just...get out of here kid." He went back to stacking the tools away.

"There's nothing more you can do, and I don't want to talk to you anymore. It's my fault I even tried confiding you." He let out a laugh, but behind it, I could tell he was lonely.

He was alone, and I felt somewhat guilty for not understanding his point of view.

That went the wrong way...

I shouldn't have..gotten emotional.

If I wanted to console him or whatever I was trying to do, I should've controlled myself more...

God dammit.

I mentally slapped myself, walking out of the infirmary.

No matter how lonely he is inside, no matter what issues, it didn't give him any rights to abuse a patient so badly.

I can feel bad for Choi Hanwoo, but I know I can never forgive him, and nor should anyone.

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A/N:
Ayo,
Sorry for this shitty update lol I don't like the chapter myself really. Idk lmao apologies.

Also just a random thing: ima just say everyone needs to stop sleeping on ma boi Jay —I'm good. I'm done.

Anyways,
Byeee~
~Author