The Air We Breathe || JUNGKOOK

Chapter 13

(Due to the holidays being around the corner, I thought I would make this chapter close to the holidays :) )

[ December 24, 2018. 7:00 pm. Where we left off ]

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I stand in front of my mirror inside my hospital room, the golden sparkly dress hugged my hips, falling all the way down to my feet. Jimin really outdid himself for a hospital dance. I run my fingers through my long, now curled hair, my earrings falling down to my shoulders as I look down onto my dresser in front of me where a sparkly gold mask lies.

I run my fingers along the silky gold mask before picking it up. "You look amazing." I head a voice behind me. I turn around and see Jimin standing in the doorway leaning against the doorway. He was dressed in a navy blue suit, which complimented his silver hair nicely. He completed his look with a long silver earring, hanging from his ear, and several rings on his hand.

"You clean up nice too Jimin." I smile walking over to him, still holding my mask in my hands. Due to my heels, I was now the same height as him, so we were at each other's eye height. He keeps my eye height as he holds out his hand. I hand him my mask as he takes it, placing it over the lower half of my face, hooking the thread around my ears and fixing my hair over it.

"Do you think Jungkook will like it?" I ask. His smile starts to fade, and he smiles softly. I get confused. "What? Jimin what is it?" I ask, my heart starting to beat a little quicker, hands getting sweaty. 

"Dr.Su knows." He simply says, not beating around the bush. "Knows about.... us? Jungkook and I?" I ask and he nods. "Wh-what did she say?" I ask and he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

"She.... she said if you and Jungkook even glance at eachother, Taehyung and I would be fired on the spot. She is already pissed that we let you near eachother in the first place." Jimin explains.

I felt my heart drop and my eyes start to well. My night was completely and utterly ruined. And my heart was broken.

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 "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN!" Jungkook pretty much screams. "I'm sorry Jungkook! It isn't my call!" Taehyung exclaims, fixing his white suit he was in. "No, no! I made a promise to her hyung! I told her I would dance with her tonight! I said I could!" Jungkook responds and Taehyung sighs putting a hand on the maknae's shoulder.

"I'm sorry. It's for your own good Kookie. Maybe we overstepped some boundaries that shouldn't have been crossed to begin with." Taehyung says, patting Jungkook's shoulder in sympathy.

Something inside of him snapped. Jungkook had pissed. No, more than pissed. He understood this was just a dance with me to others, but to him it was much more. I was the first girl. The first girl he liked that he could touch. Under his circumstances, one wouldn't ever understand the feeling of not being able to touch the one you love. The craving for human touch was boiling inside of Jungkook. Which is why he snapped.

Jungkook pushed Taehyung off of him and almost like a reflex, his fist connects with his cheek, sending him tumbling onto the floor, clutching his cheek. "Agh! Jungkook!" Taehyung screams as Jungkook continues to throw things across the room. Books, vases, his journal. He grabs his hair and begins to cry. Hot tears stream down his cheeks as he begins to stumble back until his back his the hard wall of the hospital. He slides down to his knees and cries in his hands.

Taehyung wipes blood off his lip and fixes his suit before he crawls over to a broken down Jungkook sitting across the room.

"Jungkook...." He says calmly, reaching out to him. Jungkook looks up to him. His midnight mask covering the lower half of his face as you could see his glistening eyes and tears soaking the rim of his mask. His hair was a mess from gripping it so hard and he looked miserable.

"It will be okay... " He says, giving him a reassuring smile. "No, it won't Hyung... nothing is okay." Jungkook response with a sad chuckle before placing his forehead back on his arms as the color drains from his face, and his arms fall limp besides his knees.

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[ December 24, 2018 8:00pm ]

A couple hours passed since the party began. It was very elegant and beautiful for being just the church in the hospital. It was decorated for Christmas  with beautiful wreaths and lights. The shimmer of my gold dress reflected with the lights hung all around. A choir was singing and everyone looked like they were having a great time.

Everyone except me.

I had thought Jungkook would have been here by now, but he was nowhere to be seen. Was he standing me up? I question to myself as I see Jimin approaching me with two wine glasses. I smile as he hands the glass to me and I move my mask below my chin to take a sip. "You looked stressed. I'm sure he will be here soon Y/N." Jimin says assuringly.

I nod, swallowing the sweet white wine as I see a known individual come into sight. It was a woman with a long blonde ponytail and a red dress that went down to her knees.

Emily.

I sighed to myself and handed Jimin my glass before excusing myself to talk to her. "Emily?" I ask approaching her. She sees me and plants a smile on her face. It was genuine and happy that I was there. "I always wanted to see you in a dress you know. You were too stubborn to even try one on though." She says wrapping her arms around me and pulling me into a hug.

"I'm sorry for all the trouble I have caused you. I know you were just trying to protect me, from myself." I say guiltily. She nods and places her hand on my cheek. This middle aged woman, was the most of a mother anyone has ever been to me. Due to my parents not being in the picture anymore. I was forever grateful.

She pulls me in for another hug and whispers in my ear. "Someone is waiting for you in the gardens of the hospital." She whispers smiling at me. My eyes widen as she ushers me out the back door of the hospital and walks over to Jimin with a smile.

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I made my way out of the hospital, holding my dress up so it wouldn't touch the ground as I walked on the cobblestone of the gardens. I take a moment to admire the snow surrounding the decorations and a large christmas tree in the center of it all. My eyes trail from the top of the star all the way to the presents at the bottom. There, in it all, stood a man in a silky black suit. His hands in his pocket. I trail from the bottom of his shoes to the midnight hair resting on top of his head. In the instant I knew.

"Jungkook." I whisper and he turns around, where his black, shimmering eyes, match mine.

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To be continued....