IT'S BEEN A WHILE | VKOOK

2 | Despair

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- 1 day later -

Taehyung's POV
I woke up to a brunette boy calling my name - at least I thought it was my name. Things were fuzzy.
"Tae? Tae!" He said, snapping his fingers in front of my face.
I rubbed my eyes, taking in my surroundings. I was in a hospital room. Blank cream walls, a monitor, sparsely distributed potted plants and the pungent scent of rubber.
I tried sitting up, but it was hard to. My joints were sore and my body was bruised all over. Lifting my hospital gown up, I noticed several tubes and wires protruding from my rib cage and arms.
"Are you okay, Hyung?" The strange boy asked.
"Yeah, Yeah. All good." I said. I'm pretty sure I'd seen him before but it's hard to tell.
"Who are you?" I asked, eyeing him warily.
His eyes widened suddenly for reasons I didn't know.
"Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook." He said, his voice breaking. "Y-you know, your best friend?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know you." I stated blankly.
What was he getting so worked up about? I feel like I should know, but what?
"Taehyung..." This 'Jungkook' said. He reached out slowly and stroked my hand. I flinched at first, his fingers warm on my own numb ones.
A tear slipped down his cheek, leaving a glistening streak down his face. I didn't like this physical contact with a complete stranger, but his touch reminded me vaguely of someone I knew.

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Jungkook's POV

"You really have no memories of me?" I asked. I retracted my hand slowly, staring deeply into his coffee-coloured eyes.
"No, sorry." He said softly. "Do you mind if you gave me some space? I don't really know you."
I nearly choked. "S-sure, I'll just g-go then."
I got off the side of the bed gingerly, making sure I didn't hurt him. I looked at him one last time before I left.

"Bye."

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I shut the door, pressing my head against it. My tears fell silently, landing on the floor with a steady drip. I reviewed my current situation. Kim Taehyung, my childhood best friend, got hit by a truck. He dosen't remember me whatsoever.

A cheery voice interrupted me.

"Oh, hello Jungkook!" It was Ms. Kim, Taehyung's mom. His dad was in jail for sexual harassment, so they managed without him. I knew her from boy scouts, when she would pick him up weekly. It was at boys scouts when I decided to run away and play tag. It was my fault Taehyung didn't walk home safe with his mom. It was my fault Taehyung got hit by a truck.
"Are you alright, dear? You look pale." She said.
"I'm okay." I sniffed, hastily brushing away my tears.
"Well, if you need someplace to stay, you know where to go. The house will be a bit quiet without Taehyung." She rubbed my back reassuringly.
"Thanks Ms. Kim." I said.
"Speaking of Taehyung, we'll be moving to Daegu once he's fully recovered and out of the hospital. Hope you can manage without him."
"O-oh. Good luck in Daegu, Ms. Kim. Stay out of trouble." I stammered.
Great. You're depressed, your best friend got hit by a truck, he's lost his memories, AND he's moving to Daegu forever.
"I'll be off then, dear. I have a meeting coming up. Have a good day!" She called.

The sobs came uncontrollably. I leaned on the door, sliding down onto the ground. I let my sadness overcome me as the tears stained my shirt.

Normal POV
Little did he know Taehyung sat on the other side of the door, listening to his sobs reside.

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