Help Her (Jeon Jungkook FF)

Welcome To Your New Life

As I stood there, I waited and waited for them to come out, but they never did. With each passing second, my nervousness grew, and I began to feel a sense of unease settling in.

"Be okay, Jungkook... please," I prayed silently. I heard footsteps run down the hallway.
"Where is he? Where's my baby!?" Jungkook's mom yells out, making me snap my head towards the yelling. My heart ached for her.
I sat up. "Songhee," I said, looking at the ground. Her head snapped over in my direction.
She ran to me. "Where is he? Where's Jungkook!?" She cried.
"He... He is still in the operating room," I told her.
"What happened? I saw you guys run out," she asked with tears. I looked away from her,
"It's my fault," I whispered.  
"What do you mean?" She asked as more tears ran down her face.
"He got hit by the car because of me," I sobbed.
"I ran out because he told me he loved me and I freaked out. I didn't mean for this to happen. I'm so sorry! Please forgive me," I pleaded, grabbing her hand and falling to the ground.

She snatches her hand away.
"You - You..." Mrs. Jeon choked on her words. 
"You almost killed my son, and you're asking for forgiveness?!" She yelled, causing me to flinch at her words.
"I never want to see you around him. I never want you around him. Don't even think of him, don't even look at him." Mrs. Jeon hissed, causing me to cry
 I stood up. "Please, I'm sorry-" a smack echoed through the hospital hallways.
The room fell silent as a small gasp escaped my lips. I could feel the warmth rising to my cheeks as my hand slowly and hesitantly moved up to touch my flushed face. "She just smacked me..."
"Stay. Away. From. My. Son!" She said slowly and Mr. Jeon pulled her away from me.

As tears streamed down my face, I found myself letting out the loudest sob of my life. Moving slowly, I made my way over to the nearest wall and leaned against it for support. Slowly, I lowered myself down, bringing my knees up to my chest as I sought comfort in the solitude of my own embrace.
 "I'm sorry, Jungkook, I'm so sorry," I cried on my knees. Tears streamed down my face as I sat there, overwhelmed with emotion. After some time, I gathered myself and rose to my feet. Slowly, I navigated my way out of the hospital, pausing to cast one final glance back at the building before bidding it farewell."I'm sorry, Jungkook," I whispered. "Goodbye."

I made my way to the bus stop to head home. When I arrived, I sat down next to a guy. He looked at me with a confused expression.
"Are you okay? There's blood all over you," he pointed out.
I looked down at my clothes. "Oh, I guess I forgot to clean it off," I mumbled.

"Why are you all bloody?" He asks me.
"I tried to save someone today," I told him,
"but almost got him killed". I thought.
He smiles a little. "Did he live?" He asked.
"I don't know?" I answered him.
"Oh, well. I hope he does." He said before going silent.
We sat In silence for about 5 minutes before the guy spoke again.

"Oh, by the way, my name is Kim Namjoon! Nice to meet you." He took out his hand for me to shake. I was about to shake his hand when I realized blood was all over them; I pulled my hand away,
"I would shake your hand, but..." I raised my hand to show him. 
"Ah, right." he nodded in understanding.
"Oh, and I'm Caroline Walkman," I told him.
He smiles at my name. "Nice to meet you, Caroline," he said.
"When do you find out he is alive?" I shrugged my shoulders.
"Probably never..." that's what I wanted to say, but I didn't.
"Soon... he should be getting out of surgery sometime in the next hour." I explain to him.
"That's good! I hope he makes it. Do you know this guy?" Tears start filling my eyes once again. "Yes... he was my best friend..." I told Namjoon.
"Was?" Namjoon mumbled to himself. 

"Yup," I popped the 'p'
"I'm sorry," He mumbled feeling a little awkward.
"Hey, the bus is coming. You look like you could use some coffee."
"You have no idea... but isn't it too late? Is there a coffee shop open at this time?" I said, standing up as the bus pulled up.  
"There is one. My girlfriend works there. You'll be surprised how many people need coffee at night. Shall I buy you some?" Namjoon asked.
 I smile at his kindness. "You shall— wait, what time is it?" I asked as I looked around for my phone, but I couldn't find it anywhere.
"Dammit! I must have dropped it somewhere!" I mumbled as I rub my face.