Jungkook's POV
I wake up a few hours later. I realize I'm on the kitchen floor? I suddenly remember what happened earlier. I sigh, disappointed in myself for letting it happen. I'm so weak. I check my phone to see what time it is. It's currently 12:35. Damn. I take a walk around the house, to look for my mom.
"Mom?!" I yell upstairs.
"Whaaaaattttttt?" She sounds drunk as hell. Did she not see me on the floor? At least I know she's here.
I frown. I thought at least out of all people, she would care. I guess I'm more lonely than I thought.
My mind wanders back to Jimin. He's probably fine, I'll visit him tomorrow. I should head out.
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Jimin's POV
I'm so bored. What do I do in a hospital room? I look around. Actually, why am I still here? I'm pretty sure my gash can heal on it's own, and can't I just use crutches? This sucks. I'm complaining once the doctor comes back.
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Time Skip, 20 Minutes Later
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The doctor finally comes back in.
"Hi Jimin, how are you doing?" She asks sweetly.
"I'm fine. Uh, I have a question..."
"Hm?" She asks.
"Do I have to stay here for a month? I mean, my gash will heal on it's own. I can walk with crutches. I could always ask someone else for help too! Just give me everything I need and I'll be fine!" I beg her.
"That's not my job to figure out. But I'll let the others know how you're feeling about this whole situation. For now just rest." She smiles.
I fake a smile back, and she leaves.
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The Next Day
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Jimin's POV
I'm awoken by the sound of my door opening. It's the doctor. She walks up to me,
"Hey Jimin, I have good news for you." She explains.
"You only need to be here for another few days, then they'll allow you to leave. The reason you must wait though is because we're going to run a few more tests to make sure you're healing properly, and then have you keep resting so your body heals quicker. You should be out of your casts in about a week, and your gash should be fine soon. There will just be a scar.
I'm so happy!
"Thanks doctor." I smile at her, and she smiles back and leaves.
Suddenly right after her, Jungkook walks in.
"Kookie!" I exclaim, I realize he looks a little pale, and his bags are much more prominent than usual.
"Are you ok...?" I ask concerned.
"Yeah." He sits down next to me. He's wearing an oversized hoodie, and ripped jeans. Not his causal white shirt for once. His hair looks a little messy, but it's kind of cute.
"How have you been?" He smiles a little.
"Good. I should be out of here soon!" I smile at him.
"Oh, that's good." He says. He looks like he's thinking about something.
"What are you thinking about?" I ask.
"Nothing." He sighs. "Jimin, if you don't mind I'm going to head home soon." My heart drops.
"Why? Did I do something?" I ask.
"No, No! You did nothing I swear. I'm just not feeling that great." He looks at me.
"Oh. I'm sorry. I may be in a hospital bed right now, but I'll always be there if you need me." I look at him back.
"Thanks ba- Jimin!" He coughs.
What was that all about? I raise an eyebrow at him and he blushes. What a weirdo.
"Ok, bye!" He rushes out quickly. I look at him shocked. What was the rush all about?
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Jungkook's POV
Dumb ass! I almost called him babe. The fuck! I mentally face palm myself. Thank God I got out of there before he tried questioning me. I was glad to see him though.
Suddenly, I get a random thought. Could what I did get infected? I never treated it, I passed out before I could. Maybe I should go find something and treat it.
I quickly make my way back home, and I rush inside. Mom isn't here, great! I head on inside the bathroom, where I grab:
Water, towels, soap, hydrogen peroxide, and a lot of bandages.
I first run water over them. I'm not really sure what I'm doing, I hope it's right. I then grab some soap and try to clean up the dry blood. When I'm done I dry myself with a towel. I then pour on some hydrogen peroxide, and it burns really fucking bad.
"Fuck shit bitch dick slut ass WHORE!" I cuss out loud. Why does it burn?? Does that mean it's working? It better be.
I then grab my bandages, and wrap them around the entire area. I get rid of the evidence that I did anything, roll up my sleeve, and walk out.
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Jimin's POV
Uhm. I'm still bored. There's a TV in here but it's turned off. I wonder if Jungkook's going to come visit again soon today. I hope he does.
I stare at the wall. How did I fall for him? I wonder. You know what sucks, too? He's probably straight. He could get any girl he wants. I sigh to myself. I'm not about to waste my time asking him what he thinks of me. We just became friends!
That's all he will ever see me as.
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Jungkook's POV
I'm going to visit Jimin now. I throw on my timberlands and leave my house.
After 20 minutes, I finally reach him. I walk into his room to see him staring at the wall.
"Jimin...?" I ask cautiously.
He snaps out of it.
"Oh! Hi Jungkook!" He smiles but I can tell he's faking it. I go and sit next to him. I don't realize my sleeve went up...
I notice Jimin staring down.
"What's wrong?" I ask. I look in the direction he's staring in, and then I realize.
"Jungkook, what the hell is that?"
Shit.
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