Taehyung was the only one who was actually nice to me, and stood up for me. Now he's in the hospital, what the fuck universe? I don't understand? Why do you screw my over?
Later that day I found the older one of the group— I assume— and ran up to him. "Hey!" I blurted tapping his broad shoulder. He turned around and gave me a puzzled look. "Yeah?" He asked, tone was confused. "What hospital is Taehyung in?" I asked bluntly. "Um, how do you know Tae —" "He's my friend. I heard you and your friends talking about how he was admitted into the hospital last night. I need to see him." I fidgeted with my fingers. "Hm...uh..well I'm going there after school, would you like to go with me?" He asked. I nodded. "Okay, meet me outside after school, ah?" "Jungkook." I gave him my name. "Jungkook." He smiled a bit. "My name's Jin. Kim Seok Jin." I nodded. "See you after school, Seok Jin." And then I walked away.
Throughout 8th period I was so inpatient. I wanted to see Taehyung. I felt a need to see him, and know that he was okay.
The bell rang after what felt like hours and I ran out of the classroom. I met Jin outside and we got into his car. We drove to the Seoul Hospital and got out. When we got to the front desk the lady, Rosie told us that he was in room 543.
Me and Jin got to his room and when we entered we saw a weak Taehyung on his phone texting someone. Jin entered first and Taehyungs head shot up. "Hey, Tae." Jin said sweetly. "Hey, Jin, nice to see you." He smiled, and then noticed me. "Jungkook.." his expression became more melancholy. "He said he was a friend of yours, he looked pretty worried about you, so I brought him." Him explained. "He is a friend." He smiled sweetly at Jin. "How much did you tell him?" "I didn't. He over heard me and the group talking. I don't know how much he knows." He bit the inside of his cheek. Tae looked down. "Can me and Jungkook be alone for a sec?" Taehyung asked— Jin nodded and left.
I walked over to the side of Taehyung's bed. "You starve yourself...?" I looked down at his hand that was resting on the side of his bed. I could feel the tears in my eyes, blurring my vision. He didn't say anything. "I know I've only known you for a few days, maybe more— but—god Tae...please tell me why." I tried to keep myself from crying. "I—I have an eating disorder..called Avoidant or Restrictive Food Intake Disorder. It's different from Anorexia, but quite similar, in the same way. It's like....have you ever felt like you have lost control over your life...and you feel like you need to do something to gain that control back?"
All the time.
"Yeah." I kept my head down. "Well...for some, they hurt others, some hurt themselves, and for me— I starve myself. I think I'm fat..and so...I stop eating." I could hear his voice crack a bit. "I have OCD, Anxiety, and symptoms of Depression...and I've been rapped multiple times...." I blurted out. He looked up at me and I looked at him with teary eyes. "I understand..." As I said that I lifted one of the tips in my pants, to reveal scars up my thigh. I heard a almost inaudible gasp leave Taehyung's lips.
He reached out and gently traced the scars down my thigh. "You—do this?" He asked in a hushed whisper. I nodded. "Come here." He grabbed my hand and pulled me into a hug. I melted in his warm touch and let my tears fall onto my cheeks. I rapped my arms around his small-ish waist. "Do you have friends, Jungkook?" I shook my head. "You do now. And your hanging out with the group. Consider yourself an official member of the BTS boys." He let go of me and smiled at me. I nodded.
Then he reached forward and wiped my tears off of my cheeks with the pad of his thumb. "What's your number?" He asks grabbing his phone. "Uh...xxx-xxx-xxxx.." I replied. He typed it into his phone and then saved it, by sending me a text. My phone buzzed and he smiled. "How about we make a deal?" "Sure.." "I'll text you if I feel like starving myself, and you'll text me if you feel like self harming." "Okay." I agreed.
Not even a second later Jin came barging in with three cups of noodles and said; "I bought noodles!" Me and Taehyung both laughed. For the rest of the night we eat, talked, and sang to songs. I enjoyed having people to do this with...for once.
After Jin left I stayed with Tae. The doctors said I could stay after visitor hours were over since I was a close friend. Me and taehyung stayed up talking and talking about one another. I sat in his bed with him, my shoes on the floor, and me snuggled up to him. "Kook?" Taehyung asked quietly. "Hm?" I looked up at him, looking away from playing with his hands, as I was doing. "I might regret doing this, but.." He hushed, leaning closer to my lips. "Can I kiss you, Jungkook?" I froze.
Why would he want to kiss me? Why would he want me? I'm so flawed! And discussing! SHUT UP AND KISS HIM! DO YOU SEE HOW BEAUTIFUL HE IS! But he won't like me if he knew the way I act! BUT HE JUST SAW YOUR SCARS AND DIDNT CARE! Your right.. KiSS HIM!
I nodded, and then gulped. He smiled and leaned in, pressing his lips to mine. Our lips fit together perfectly. His were soft, and plump. When he kissed me, everything disappeared. My scars didn't exist anymore, my OCD was gone, and my depression was defeated.
Kissed him back.
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