Taming The King | jjk

Chapter 4

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Bae Minjie:

"Now close the windows and hush all the fields: If the tree must, let the silently toss; No bird is singing now, and if there is, Be it my loss." I am afraid that he might know the real me so without a thought, I flatly recite a poem to him about windows. I'm suppose to tell him about the Hospital Window poem but due to the pressure I was in, I didn't use my brain fully well.

"What?" He didn't say much. He still remain his face straight, not moving, his eyes are not full of wonder but it is void. He turns his head slightly, his deep gaze is calm but it is emotionless. If I am his Doctor and observe him without the machines and needles, I might diagnose him with narcissistic alexithymia.

"Now Close The Windows by Robert Frost. It's a poem but I only recite the first verse though." I say, feeling uneasy with a slight hint of hesitation in my voice.

"Look, your poem is what I call nonsense. The windows are close. What's the use of that? Unless, you are planning to bother me?" His expression darkens. My lips are starting to tremble a bit. Thankfully, I have my mask on.

"You are the one bothering me here but since I'm bored, I might be." I smirk at him while he scoffs as I immediately regret my action. All of a sudden, an idea pop into my mind. "This might be fun." I whisper, making sure it is only me who can hear it.

I stand up and dust all over myself, making sure that my clothes are clean. I walk towards his bed and stay away from him in 6 feet. Who knows, he might have cystic fibrosis or CF. I scan my eyes in his body as he sent me death glares.

"Why are you here in the hospital? You don't seem to be that sick for you to be in here." I look at him straight in his eyes, wondering. I'm not that worried though unless he has some uncurable disease or any types of illness, like me.

I notice that I am about to frown but I quickly shrug my thoughts and maintain my confusion look. Jungkook seem to notice it but he just set it aside.

"Just a slight fever." He simply say and roll his eyes. Who knew slight fevers will lead people here in the hospital. That's quite new but it's a good thing that it is curable and it only lasts for a few days.

Due to my happiness for knowing it isn't that serious, I almost jump into his bed but thankfully, I have held it in, inside my imaginations. I fake a cough three times.

"Wanna hang out? It's boring in here." I smile at him even though it is covered by my mask but, he will know it, once he will look into my eyes. I offer him my hand, not knowing if he will agree to my proposal.

He look at my hand and then to my face. He sighs with anger but there is a hint that he is holding it in. He thinks quite a bit longer that makes my arms ache from waiting until he finally say some words.

"Fine but don't get all your hopes up. I'm not going to talk to you." He rudely say, holding an unknown authority and  ignore my hand as he stands in his own. It is confirm that he doesn't like interacting with me. He obviously can even treat me like a thin air but because of his popularity, he can't do that. He is also known for being cold. That is why it's expected.

I look at my hand, dead in the inside. I laugh awkwardly and retrieve my poor, lonely and rejected hand. Jungkook loudly open the door after putting his black mask design for him that makes me flinch and look at his direction. But when I did, he is already gone. I quickly catch up with him and let me tell you, he is a fast walker.