forgiven (got7 fanfic)

rehab 2

Kiyoko's eyes fluttered open.

Just kidding.

She bolted up, remembering Jinyoung, the crying, the panic attack, the fainting...

Did you know, Jinyoung is a prince. Even when he is pouring out his emotions, he looks like a Greek God™.

Kiyoko couldn't help but appreciate Jinyoung's godlike looks. Despite her distaste for him, her broken heart could still agree that he was gorgeous.

Back to reality, though.

After this wave of memories slamming back into her head, she looked around. Where in the world was she?

Oh right. She was strapped down to a white hospital bed in a completely white hospital room.

With Youngjae, who just jumped from surprise from her sudden movements. "Kiyoko? Are you..." Their eyes met accidentally met, and Youngjae trailed off. "alright..." Five seconds. They both froze in a staring contest as they were unsure about what to do. He broke the contact, looking down, and she quickly laid on her side, facing towards the window on her side.

Nice going, Youngjae thought to himself.

Are you alright?

Who asks a suicidal person something like that?

She must be mad. Idiot.

Kiyoko mentally yelled at herself. She was never great with eye contact. How does one react to direct eye contact?

"...I'm sorry." Youngjae sighed, leaning forward in the seat. He buried his face into his hands.

Lies, she couldn't help but think. The voices repeated the word, like it was a cult's creepy chant. A voice spoke up.

If he's sorry, he should die.

She argued back. He doesn't deserve death, but he was a liar. He loved me? He loved the new piano she worked hard to get? Bullcrap.

He recieved a new one from that band kid.

Youngjae rubbed his face and stood up, leaving the room. Then, a few minutes later, reappeared with a lady. Kiyoko glanced up to observe the lady, who was maybe around mid-twenties.

She looked like a model for some athletic company. She had short light brown hair with it done half up. She had a relaxed smile. Kiyoko sat up, but looked back down at her hands.

You know, the prettiest of people are typically not so pretty underneath.

"Hello, Kiyoko. I'm Ahn Jungha." She smile grew. Ah. What pretty voice.

"I'd like to be friends with you." Kiyoko immediately looked straight at her, making the older girl lose her composure from the freaky stare.

Friend? What a joke. Kiyoko was worth nothing, she existed only because she was forced to.

This lady must've been paid well if she's going to try to be some broken girls friend.

Jungha couldn't move. Her smile dropped. This child's eyes were empty. It was full of distrust.

Jungha had seen many paitents like Kiyoko before. But, they were all older. Despite all of her hard work, this psychologist was judged from her looks. Everyone was guilty of that.

They would think that she was too pretty to understand their problems. She looked rich, young, and perfect.

So, she pleaded to her boss to get younger paitents. Maybe, just maybe, they would not think she was perfect. Maybe, they could relate to her.

But right off the bat, Kiyoko scared her. Judging eyes, saying, who are you? Are you like everyone else?

Ahn Jungha had never seen a young girl so close to death before.

Other than herself, of course.

Jungha finally broke free from the strong gaze. She would not be overpowered by a girl who reminded her of her old self. Depressed, suicidal, anorexic, and scared. She promised herself that she would atleast give those empty doe eyes a tiny bit of life back.

"I would like to talk to Kiyoko. Do you mind leaving?" She turned to Youngjae. He nodded with a saddened face, and quietly left.

Jungha sat on the window ledge, the only place without a multitude of presents.

She glanced at Kiyoko. The girl was tense, with as much blanket as possible covering her body. Hair covered most of the face, and hands held on to each other tightly. The usual anxious pose.

She was fearful. And silent.

Jungha started to tell her a story.