J. Hoseok
"Jungkook, the girl across from you." I sat next to him while he sipped on a juice box in his hospital bed. "Why is she here?"
"Rosé?"
Even her name was a fucking blessing itself.
"She came from Australia. Why hyung?"
"Jungkook." I scooted nearer, my eyes narrowing at him and it was insane how innocent a person can look just with blinking their eyes. "Why is she here?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"I just do."
"No." He sternly replied and it's the first time— in a really long time Jungkook lost his smile and spoke with me with frustration and seriousness. My eyebrows furrowed at that. "No, you can't know. You don't want to know."
"Jungkook." I said threateningly but it didn't matter. The stronger boy on the bed turned away and shook his head.
"It's not for me to tell." He looked at me with a sadness in his eyes. I knew immediately that it wasn't just a simple hospitalization nor was it something temporary. She was here for a very serious reason. And I wasn't going to like what I would hear.
"If you really want to know, you'd have to ask her yourself."
I came to the hospital frequently now. I wanted to see her.
I came here with the intention of knowing her even though I visited Jungkook. I saw him all the time. But as selfish as it may sound, I can't stop thinking about her.
It hurt me to know she was in here, that she was the patient and I don't even know her.
I rarely saw her now.
The door to her room was always closed as if she was shutting herself out from me and I hated it.
Then one day it was open. And I wasn't going to let the chance pass up again.
Roses in my hand, courteous to her beautiful name, I knocked on the door.
My chest tightened and it felt like something in me broke even more. Her body hooked up to a large machine at the side, her frail and fragile hands wrapped around a hard cover of a book and her body as pale as ever. Her eyes slowly met mine at the door and even though at that state, she smiled.
Then I knew why she was here without even hearing it.
She was going to die soon. And she knew that.
"Hi." I smiled, feeling a weird instinct that maybe a leather jacket wasn't the best thing to wear now.
Skinny but beautiful, her smile stood out the most to me. Even in her darkest time, she brought light out. And I honestly have never seen anything more beautiful. An angel.
"Hi." She shakily put her book on her bed and shifted a bit making me panic. She stuttered when I ran to her side and put my hand near her bed instinctively. "W-what are you doing, Hoseok?"
"Don't move like that so abruptly. You'll get hurt."
She giggled, so lightly that it lit up a spark inside me. "I'm not glass, Hoseok-ah."
God, why did you choose such a wonderful soul like her?
I sighed and sat down on the chair beside her. I rubbed at my fingers before placing the roses I had got her on the table beside the both of us.
"Is this your way of confessing, Hoseok?" She giggled looking at me instead of the flowers and I flushed pink. I don't think I ever felt this hot before. "You don't even know my name."
"Really?"
"Oh." She giggled again. "So you do like me."
I rubbed at the back of my neck. "I'm sorry. I don't know the first thing about doing this.."
"You're doing great, Hoseok-ah." She giggled again and I think a part of literally passed out. I heaved a heavy breath and for the first time in months, I smiled. "You have a pretty smile, has anyone ever told you that?"
"Has anyone ever told you?"
She smiled again. "Hoseok, I'm hooked up to a machine that's attempting to keep me living longer. But you came anyway and sat beside me. You don't even know me."
"I can't stop thinking about you." I sighed looking deep into her gorgeous brown orbs, calling for help. "And when you shut the door, I couldn't help the feeling of missing an important part of my life already."
Her shaky hands reached over for mine and it felt like everything in the world around us stopped. That she wasn't hooked up to a machine, that we weren't in a hospital, that I wasn't who I was and I never did what I did. It was just me and her in a whole 'nother world.
"I shut the door to keep you away. But I realized I missed your eyes too."
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