The Air We Breathe || JUNGKOOK

Chapter 5

I place my foot on the last step of the ladder, hoisting myself up onto one of the many roofs of the hospital. I look around at the blank ground and see a figure sitting at the opposite side of the roof, their legs hanging off the side as they look into the distance.

I make my way over until I am standing 6 feet from him, for I know automatically who it was. His black hair matched the mask across his face, and his pale skin glowing with the shining of the moon. He wore a black sweater and ripped blue jeans completed with black converse.

He was beautiful

He was gorgeous.

"You know, it's not nice to stare doll." I  hear him say as he looks over his shoulder staring at me, his doe eyes meeting mine. I look at my feet as I felt a blush flood my cheeks. "Jungkook..." I whisper, taking a step closer to him. He raises his hand as if to stop me. "I wouldn't come any closer doll. We wouldn't want another reoccurance of last time." He chuckles softly as my heart sinks a tad, remembering how he was on the floor of the hospital, shaking, with blood coming from his mouth.

"It's not funny to joke about death Jungkook...." I say walking over to the edge of the roof, sitting down and letting my legs swing off the edge, keeping my distance from him as he said.

"If it happens to much, one makes a joke out of it to ease the pain a little more. " He says, moving his mask from his face and tucking it under his chin looking at me with a softened face. Him and I hold eye contact a little longer before he looks away and smirks.

"I couldn't tell you how many times my lungs have almost gave out Y/N, I could count 20 in the past year and a half." He says looking up into the night. I swallow at his confession, as my question lingers in the edge of my tongue.

"Ask me doll." I hear him say. You sigh and look at him with kind eyes. "Who are you?" I ask.

"What do you mean?" He replies.

"Who are you Jeon Jeongguk? Behind your mask, behind your sickness, behind those sparkly mysterious eyes. Who are you?" I ask him, turning to face him crossing my legs in front of me.

"I can't believe Taehyung told you I would be up here." He chuckles trying to change the topic.

"Stop changing the topic, I want to know you better." I reply waving my hand. He rolls his eyes, kicking his feet against the building, contemplating what to say. "Everyone has a mask. The way people see it may be different depending on what they think. The doctors give me a mask to protect myself against sickness, when I wear it to hide my emotion." He replies.

"Are you sure you're not a poet?" I ask and he chuckles. "No, but before I got sick I would write many songs. sure I was merely 15, but writing lyrics was the only way I could get my emotions down without having anyone judge me."

He says playing with his hands. "Now....I bottle them up and keep them behind my mask." He says. 

I take the liberty of scooting a tad closer to him and sit on my hands. "You don't have to keep everything bottled up inside, you can always talk to someone." I respond. He takes a sigh. "Taehyung doesn't completely listen to me, he is always worried about my health and well being to listen to me anymore." He admits. "CF has always taken things from me, ever since I was diagnosed. All it did was take take take." He says placing a hand over his heart and clutching his shirt.

"Every time I have an episode, it's a reminder I can't do things freely, I've lost my freedom when it comes to living due to this disgusting bacteria gripping onto my life. This is why I just refuse to fight anymore. Even after I recover, I just know another is to come sooner or later." He says. His voice cracking as he looks at me with tears glazed over his eyes.

"Why do you trust me with this?" I ask him and he shrugs. "I don't know. You're a good listener."

"Well thank you very much. That's the first compliment I believe you have given me since we have met." I chuckle trying to lighten the situation.

"You're an interesting girl Y/N. I've never told someone as much as I've told you in the past 5 minutes." He smiles looking at me with hopeful eyes. I felt my heart quicken as he holds out his hand towards me. "What are you doing?" I ask him considering we were 6 feet apart and he looked silly.

"If you weren't 6 feet away from me right now, I could be giving you a high five." He says, continuing to stare at me as my face turned bright red.

"I don't want to hurt you again Jungkook. It was horrifying for me to witness you on the floor with blood coming out of your mouth, I thought you were dead, and I.....killed you." I say, voice cracking.

I bite my lip as I feel a tear run down my face. I hear him sigh and Look up to him, wiping the tear from my face. "let's make a deal." I say, catching his attention.

"Oh? And what is that?" he asks, placing his chin on his hand, leaning towards me.

"Taehyung says you're not eating still..." I start and he stands up. "I am going to beat the crap out of--"

"Wait! let me finish!" I exclaim standing up as well. He sighs and crosses his arms. "To make sure we are both eating, and taking our medicine, why don't we do it together?" I ask him. He places his hands on his hips, thinking about the offer. 

"Okay... only on one condition." He says, holding up his finger. "Anything." I smile.

"Everytime we eat and take drugs together.... you owe me a kiss." He smiles and my eyebrows burrow together. "But... we can't--"

"Get closer than 6 feet? I know. But,"

He takes a step closer to me, causing me to fight my urge to take one back.  "considering you always preach about looking out on the bright side of this hell I call life.... I want to believe I have the opportunity to kiss you at least once before I die." He smiles down to you.

You take a deep breath, more so to calm the reddening in your cheeks before you hold up your hand to mimic a high five with him. He laughs and holds up his hand and you both high five the air as if you were high fiving each other.

"Deal."

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To Be continued...... :)