oblivion • jungkook

Chapter 09.

these insane emotions and thoughts were always unspoken of,
locked away in my mind from others,
until now.
until her.

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jungkook's pov

She was refusing to leave my mind.

(Y/N) was taking over my thoughts, filling my poor head with endless pictures of her smiling, crying, screaming, laughing, fainting—that drowned me with worry.

And the thing is, I couldn't block her out.

No matter how hard I tried, I simply lost the ability to. It just didn't work like it always did for anybody else. I let out a long sigh and knew instantly that today will be the same as any day, another restless night, except this time with a different person lingering in my mind, and with a different collection of memories.

Joo (Y/N).

Who are you?

Who are you to make me feel like this?

Never had I thought that just a mere couple of hours after I've set my mind for-what I thought was a final time-to not get her tangled up in my messy life, that she would just collapse so unexpectedly. I couldn't just stand there and watch.

I couldn't.

And I caught her in the nick of time. Another second of the slightest hesitation and she would've fell, her head hitting the not-particularly-soft, icy glazed snow. I shuddered, as the flashback painted my mind of her pale white face and how she fell in a way that was nearly lifeless, almost resembling a puppet with its strings snipped off.

I remember her breathing pace, how it got slower and slower and that moment when I panicked. All I could do that instant was to only pray to each and every god I knew, and hope that she wouldn't stop

breathing.

Even though I don't go to the medical office very often, I have never seen the nurse put on such a serious face. Immediately after she caught sight of us, her face darkened and she beckoned us into a room for resting or emergency patients. After she helped me place (Y/N) carefully down onto the firm bed, she politely asked me to leave the room.

I stood there, just staring at (Y/N), wishing that she will be okay. I was so focused on (Y/N) that I didn't catch what she said.

The nurse cracked a smile when she saw my dazed state. Surprising me, she added,

"Alright alright, get out, get back to your dorm, no boyfriends allowed in the medical room!"

Widening my eyes when I heard what she said this time I stuttered out,

"I t-think you've mistaken..um, I'm not her-"

"oUT!"

With that, I scurried back out of the confined room and went directly to my room.

And here I am now, after three hours of laying in my bed and staring up at the ceiling. These thoughts are driving me insane.

Boyfriend? I'm not her boyfriend..do I seem like her boyfriend? Why did she faint? Has she woken up yet? Probably, right? Do I honestly care this much? Why do I care more about her than any other of the stupid idiots I have to be in the presence of? God, I should go see her, shouldn't I? Would the lady still be there? No..she sleeps in her own dorm right?

And..I don't have feelings for (Y/N), do I?

Sighing, I hoisted myself from the bed, groaning as I stood up. This was a result of three hours of laying in the same position.