The Air We Breathe || JUNGKOOK

Chapter 15

DON'T PLAY THE SONG UNTIL I TELL YOU PLEASE:)))

I wish I was lying when I said everything fell apart when we stepped foot into the church. Arm in arm with Jungkook I saw coming towards us Dr.Su and a few physicians next to her as if they were her bodyguards. My arm dropped from Jungkook's as he holds his forehead and leaning over breathing heavily.

"J-Jungkook?" I ask, resting my hand on his back concerned as he continues to fall to his knees and starting to cough.

He was having another episode. Shit. I hold my hands up to stop the doctors from approaching us as Jung kook fell to the floor holding his chest. "Jung kook Jung kook! Hey hey it's okay I'm here. " I exclaim removing his mask from his face seeing his mouth starting to foam with blood mixed in due to no oxygen getting to his brain. His lungs we're clogged with mucus, his brain wasn't getting oxygen, and he was starting to seize. My hand cups his face as I start to cry. The doctors rush over and take me off Jung kook as Dr. Su and Taehyung start recession to try and get him to breathe.

"Jung kook! Jung kook don't die on me! We just started our journey. You CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! " I scream as the doctors pretty much hand me to Jimin in order to get back to Jung kook. They ripped off his jacket and ripped his shirt in half as Jung kook continued to struggle.

"Hey it's okay, look at me Jungkook...." Taehyung's voice echoes in his ears as his hand rests on the back of his neck as Dr.Su applies pressure to Jungkook's chest. Jungkooks eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body rises up and down from the CPR

I was screaming. Screaming for Jungkook to wake up. Screaming for him not to leave me. It was all happening so fast. Tears streamed down my face as I felt my body get heavy. Jimins voice rang in my ears as he caught my limp body before it hit the ground.

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You know. Sometimes in scenarios where things are just so amazing and you forget that they are most of the time just temporary? A teenager with cystic fibrosis tends to forget that a lot. This goes for anyone lost in moments of happiness.

The thing is, whether we like it or not. Happiness is always temporary. No matter how long it stays around.

I jolt awake to a soft hand gripping my shoulder. I open my eyes, blinded by the light of my hospital room. I look over to see Jimin next to me. When he realized I am awake, he doesn't like last time I was in this kind of scenario. His face was drained of color. His silver hair was draped across his eyes, and his blue contacts were out of his eyes, leaving a black dark color of his natural eyes.

He wasn't dressed up, he was wearing a hoodie and joggers and his chin was resting on the side of my hospital bed looking up at me. Dried tears crusted around his eyes as he sniffs.

Jimin was exhausted. He wasn't..... Himself.

I say nothing and move my hand over waving it in front of his face.

"Jimin? " I ask him with a weak voice. He swallows and looks up to me, continuing not to show any emotion as he takes my hand, squeezing it gently.

"Y/N. You need to listen to me okay? Don't say a word, just listen. " He says, his voice raspy from not using it for some time.

I felt a lump start to form in my throat as he envelopes my hand between his, staring in my eyes. "It's Jung kook. He's not okay. " He says softly, bracing himself for my reaction that never comes.

"Please say something. " He says. My jaw drops slightly, and my  it to my voice.

"Wh-what happened? " I ask sitting up

"Did I have an episode? " I ask holding my chest in concern. Jimin shakes his head. "No, you had a panic attack and passed out... But Jung kook. " He say a trailing off.