Wheelchair - BTS JEON JUNGKOOK.

3: Visits

Brushing your teeth, you suddenly remembers your old friend.

You don't remember his name...

You don't remember his face...

But you know he was a nice person.

A person who you depended on.

He was like your brother, and you two were childhood friends... Until...

We got in a car crash.

You and him, the unknown friend were crossing the street.

FLASHBACK:

UNKNOWN FRIEND'S POV

"------ ah, we just need to cross the street." Yuri's sweet voice was talking.

We were crossing the street... but then a car ran the red light and hit us.

I only gained consciousness for a little bit, and I saw Yuri, laying with her stomach up and her head severely bleeding...

Her legs don't look normal.

My vision slowly faded away, but I am still awake! I haven't closed my eyes yet...

My eye muscle dropped down finally, and I heard the ambulance.

The back of my head hurts...

It hurts so bad.

YURI'S POV

Right...

He's...

All those puzzles connects in your head.

It's Jungkook.

Jungkook is your friend, who left to Seoul a few years after the crash...

You hope he didn't get to any other crash--

The newspaper...

Tears are almost letting themselves free, but you demanded them back... The news said near your school there was a hit-and-run. A victim was a boy who is assumedly around 15-17. The culprit wasn't caught yet, but the victim now is injured, even though with just a few scratches visible, the victim's stomach was hit hard and had internal bleeding.

Now you can stop questioning yourself about Jungkook's stomach band-aids.

It's him.

Every clue leads to him.

Didn't you mention you also had a crush on him since you were little?

Missed him so much, now he's with you but... He probably doesn't remember you.

You remember being with him, like a sister.

Seeing him grow up.

Growing up with him.

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It's been months.

Months since you've been in the hospital.

And you're still in the stupid wheelchair.

You expected to be out of it by now.

But whatever.

Schooling in the hospital was so boring... Because it's the same thing you've already learned in your school. Already.

And it was basically a personal class because there were only you and a few kids.

... Jungkook's still not out of the hospital, though.

You forgot to ask him about the tattoos and now you probably won't. You plan to visit him often, and today is the 2nd week you've got out of the hospital and the 4th time you visit Jungkook.

In your left hand was a few Wild Carrot flowers and on your lap was a flower crown with bunny ears.

You don't know. He might look cute while wearing bunny ears.

You made the flower crown yourself with fake flowers, because you don't want to worry him with the flowers dying.

And who the heck makes flower crowns with real flower that plans to last for a long time?

You stroll down in the white hallway, seeing his room.

He's in a single room now?

"Room 110?

You knocked because outside there was a sign saying "Please knock before coming in." and also because you didn't want to disrespect his privacy.

Private space and alone time is VERY important for people your age. He also seemed like a shy kid, based on how he acts.

"C-Come i-in." You heard a quiet but sweet voice coming from the room.

The door creaks as your wheelchair rolls in.

You expected a Jungkook who's listening to music, because all your time there he does that a lot.

But there it is.

A crying Jungkook?

"Ah!" You trying to rush to the side of his bed. You've never seen him cry, you don't mean he shouldn't cry, anyone has the right to cry but it's just unusual to see him cry.

"Jungkook, what's the problem?"
Your glance shifted to his iPod.

"Zion T. & Gaeko ft. Primary..." You saw the artist's name.

"See Through?" You asked.

"It's my f-favourite song." Jungkook's voice still full of tears.

"Why were you crying?" You tried to sit on his bed.

Comforting was something you were good at. You were never the socially-anxious kid. You were never the awkward kid, to say the least.

Patting his back, you were looking at the crying boy.

On his neck was something rather interesting.

A necklace made out of white gold.

It was a music note but had some dots of colours on it.

It's the same one you had.

And the same one you gave to your best friend.

You miss him a lot, and you don't know if Jungkook is actually him.

"Jungkook-ah." You silently ask.

"D-Do you miss your friends you had before you left to Seoul?" You smile with tints of sad sprinkled in it.

"I do. I miss my best friend a lot. But I can't see them anymore." His tears only rolls more.

"Was he a good person too you?" You ask like any others, because there's rare coincident your roommate would be your long lost best friend.

"It was a girl. But I don't remember her name. I just know that she's pretty and she's the only girl I talk to."

Wow, smooth.

"Only if you could see me right now." You held his hand.

"Yuri?" His voice echoes, sounding through space like an angel's.

"Are you her?" Your lips tremble, not being able to talk."It's been 2 years of not being with each other. We're best friend. Best friends since little." "And I'm sorry for making you suffer with all the accidents. It's all my fault."

Author's little note:

I know this is VERY SHORT compared to my last activities on writing. I really just had to get something out and for making you wait for so long! Anyways, my schedule for Wheelchair is once every 6 days, or once every 1 week.
Why 6 days you ask? [𝕨𝕖𝕚𝕣𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕤𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕𝕦𝕝𝕖, 𝕚 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨] but I have 2 stories on run, and some unpublished (for future stuffs, pre-written and all.) so I have time to update and go on a writing spree.

[tbh like 2 chapters and 36 reads, that's really fast. like 5x more than Waves]