Is it harder to live for someone or to die for someone?
Can you live when your heart is broken to thousand Of pieces?
They say fallow your heart, but when it's broken into thousands of pieces which one do you fallow?
"Hobi, when I finally die, will...
*TIME SKIP* It's been a week, the coughing blood hasn't stopped. I've been avoiding Hoseok because I don't want him to see me coughing blood. I've been coughing more often. I look at my phone, 10 miss calls, 16 messages. I groan. All the notifications are from Hoseok. I feel really guilty. A knock is heard on my bedroom door. "Come In," I say weakly. Coughing again. My Eomma comes in and sees the blood. "Sweetie, are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?" She asks. "Sweetheart, you're becoming paler! And skinny!" She says worriedly. "I'm f-fine mom," I say coughing again. Blood going all over my hands. With every cough, my body would ache. I would find myself shivering, and I am very cold most of the time. I know that I've gotten much thinner, I can see my own bones, my face has been sunk in. If Hoseok saw me in this state, I don't think he would even recognize me. My Eomma leaves the room, going to work. I am left alone again. Hungry and thirsty, I can't move, my body aches. My eyes flutter open, then closed. I blink again, my eyes becoming heavier. Finally, I close my eyes falling asleep. *TIME SKIP, HOSEOK'S P.O.V* I walk away from the school. The annoying girls yelling my name and desperately trying to get my number. I turn them down, of course, I remind them that I have a beautiful girlfriend. At the moment I am wearing a simple white shirt with red flannel and a black hat.
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I had hoped that my girlfriend would come to school today, but she didn't. I frown at the thought of Ji-Woo being hurt or angry at me. I hope she is ok. I am holding a dozen flowers in my hand. I have been planning to give them to her all day. They are her favorite. I walk down the usual path to Ji-Woo's house. Thinking of what has happened the past week. She hasn't been to school and hasn't reached out to me or Taehyung. We are both very worried. I have actually made friends with a group of people at school. A boy named Min Yoongi, a boy named Seokjin, and I are all in the same class. Then there is Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook. I've made friends with the six. I already knew Taehyung and he's who introduced me to the others. Taehyung and Jungkook are still hanging out a lot. Secretly I SHIP IT! I can feel the nervousness as I walk to her doorstep. My stomach getting butterflies. I approach the door. Knocking ones, no answer. Knocking twice, no answer. Finally, after the third knock, Ji-Woo's Eomma answers the door. She looks panicked, making me even more nervous. I smile at her, she takes a deep breath, calming herself. "Hello, Hoseok." She smiles back at me. "Hi, is Ji-Woo here?" I ask she gives a slight nod. "She is in her room, would you mind watching her, I have to go to work." She says with a small frown. 'Watching her?' I ask myself. "Of course," I say as she rushes past me and to her car. I take a step in the house. Excited but worried to see Ji-Woo. Thousands of questions running through my head. The one that stands out though. 'Is Ji-Woo ok?' The question means more than just the simple group of words it's provided by. That question leads to all my worries and will evolve into a nightmare. I slowly walk down the hall, with a tray of food. I carefully walk, trying not to spill the tray. It has a sandwich with a bowl of soup and water and juice in separate cups. My thoughts leave me and wonder to what might've happened. My pace even becomes slower as I think of all the bad outcomes. My thoughts are interrupted when I hear a small snore. Not load, but quiet. I knew it was Ji-Woo, it had to be. I start to move more quickly. Still being careful not to drop the tray. My actions being careful and precise. Each step being careful. The food and drinks move a bit with each fast movement. I walk past the bathroom and see her room ahead of me. The room, that I enjoyed being in. The room that she had created as a safe place. The room that was a beautiful color with some posters. The room with SHINEE posters and BIG BANG posters. The room with all her favorite groups. I teach the door, taking a breath and calming my nerves. I slowly but surely open the door.
