Mentally Unstable || BTS [Completed]

<• Chapter 34 •>

*Jeon Jungkook's POV*

It's been two days since that fateful day.

Jimin hasn't come out of his room, he's barely eaten and his condition keeps getting worse.

Seokjin didn't come in today, today he is going to file the report and hand in the tape as evidence.

We estimated that it would take another day or so for the police to receive a warrant.

And Hanwoo?

Just the thought of him made me scoff.

He was unaffected, unbothered. He didn't even pretend to be surprised.

My stomach churned with rage but I couldn't do anything about it. I had to let the law handle it.

We were all heartbroken.

We all missed him. His smile. His mere existence.

We missed him.
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As I made my way to the lunch room, I saw Namjoon Hyung with Nurse Jusang.

She ushered us to come with him.

We walked in complete silence as she led us to her cabin. In there, she told us to take a seat infront of her desk, so we followed.

"I know you both are having a hard time, so am I," she said with sorrow, "but even in this devastating moment I have good news."

She bit her lip.

I received a call from the high court.

They ordered to have you two released as you are perfectly healthy now.

My heart skipped a beat.

"What?"

"Unfortunately it's just you two...the others..they are still patients and still need to be here until they are fully treated. The high court said to avoid letting Hanwoo know until they pass his warrant," she concluded.

For a second Namjoon and I forgot all misery.

We were going to be free.

For the first time in years we'd see something more than just these hospital wards and the walled outdoor area.

And then, the realisation hit me.

Kim Taehyung would never see the outside world with me.

He'd be stuck in here, and as much as I want to believe it, he's still no where near recovery.

I can only spend my time with him once every two weeks. I have to live like those two friends of his.

For someone I get to see everyday, to admire everyday for years and then you barely ever see them again?

I can't...

And then I thought deeper into it.

Even if I somehow managed to live like that, what would I do with the remainder of my life?

I stopped thinking about that a while ago.