𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐎.

23. Antidote

She had wept more than she had ever done in her still youthful existence when the news was brought to her regarding Jungkook.

Swiftly being brought to the hospital. If a even a moment was spared.

He wouldn't have made it.

What tore at her abused, laboured heart even more was the fact that she was not permitted to see him, not even owning the liberty to leave her own home anymore.

She found asylum in Jungkook's home yet again, no longer wanting to roam any where else apart from his abode. For now, she finally felt herself melt into the security of the memories that were still alive in his home. Excluding the bad ones, she bathed in the warm ones as she laid solemn in the silk sheets.

As another day drew in again, she waited for the wave of pain to wash her nerves into a meltdown so she could finally meet the one person who wouldn't make her feel alone anymore.

With no way of feeling the existence of him, she felt empty.

Shifting her heavy body up slightly, she found herself pausing as her senses filled up with a light sound. Eyes following the guidance of the sound, she found the origin on her phone.

From Jungkook

With clear desperation, she threw her hands in its direction, wrapping her fingers around the chilling metal as she brought the illuminated screen closer to her face, swiping the notification.

The screen quickly melted into an image, the small speakers of her phone humming a familiar tune she instantly recognised.

The Thomas The Tank Engine theme tune.

Jungkook suddenly appeared on her pixelated screen, the coordination of the costume mimicking the same collection of clothes she had worn in the video she accidentally sent to him so many months ago.

As if he had rehearsed it to a flawless state of movement, Greta couldn't help but laugh as he copied her movements to the childish song.

Yet, just like everything. The video came to an end. The screen recoiling to the nearly blank screen filled with her prior contacts.

"I tried my best to do it like yours... but yours will always be the best one." Jungkook's voice suddenly announced itself, Greta turning her head to find him leaning by the frame of the now agape door.

As she observed him with mist, glassed eyes, she studied the fatigue on his face, coming to the conclusion that the man must have only been discharged that day. The sketch of his skeleton was more prominent as the aged crimson slashes tattooed his skin.

"J-Jungkook... I-I-I'm so sorry." She spoke out, no longer swallowing her feelings as she let the weak river of tears spill from her eyes, dancing down her face. She saw the reflection of herself flash from his watering eyes as he didn't hesitate to walk over to her. Wrapping his arms around her in an insatiable, warm embrace.

"I-I should have j-just listen to you. I-I-I should have t-trusted y-you and I-I shouldn't h-have said those things t-to you and—." She cried out as the tears seemingly accelerated her pitch as if it were helium.

"Stop saying sorry." He chuckled, interrupting himself with his own sniffles, indicating that he too was crying. "I can't really blame you in the end... I-I probably would have d-done the same if I were in your shoes... I mean the evidence Taehyung made was convincing."

She let out a desolate scoff. "You-you're just being too e-easy on me... n-no offence... but you're a-acting like an idiot c-coming back here."

"Well... I guess love makes you do idiotic things." He proclaimed in an actor-like stance, only receiving a playful slap from the girl still clinging onto him as if she were scared he would disappear if she let go.