Lie To Me | Jikook

Chapter 22

Jimin POV

Feeling a pounding headache coming on, I mentally swear at myself for not having taken enough fucking pills. My stomach hurts like a bitch and I feel like my head's been hit by a fucking car. There's a beeping sound coming from what I'm thinking is my right side, more than likely the heart monitor machine. I'm a little surprised because it's still sounding a little bit on the slow side, but I don't really care. I wish it weren't beating at all.

Groaning quietly in pain, I toss my head back and forth a bit on the weak pillow they've got on the bed beneath my head. I hear shuffling from the opposite side of the heart monitor, frustrating me even more. I'd be surprised if it were actually my father sat there beside of me, but it's not like anyone else would be here anyways. Jungkook doesn't want anything to do with me ever again. Yoongi never wants to see me ever again. Namjoon and Hoseok don't care enough to know that I'm even here.

I squeeze my eyes shut tighter in pain, grumbling incoherent words in attempt to muster up the energy and courage to bother opening my eyes. Though, I contemplate not bothering with what I know will be a painful task, knowing it won't really matter anyways. It's not like either person I want to be here is here.

"Jiminie?" I hear a familiar voice whisper quietly, voice sounding so broken as it cracks. It makes my already broken heart ache even more, knowing I've got to be imagining shit now.

Maybe I really did accomplish it this time. Maybe I really did fucking end it. There's no way in hell Jungkook is gonna be here. Not after he found out about the bet. I doubt he'd even care if he found out about what I did.

However, I grow unconvinced by my thoughts as a hand gently wraps around my own, lacing their fingers through mine. I whimper at the feeling, squeezing their hand tightly in attempt to really decide if he's here or not. I continue tossing my head back and forth from side to side, still in an immense amount of pain, now growing scared on top of it all.

"It's okay, Jiminie. You're okay, but you gotta open your eyes."

I whimper even more at the second voice from the other side of the first, just wanting to cry now. I quit moving my head around, deciding that it's just adding more pain.

"You're okay, baby. You gotta listen to us, Jiminie, please. I know it's gonna hurt, but you can do this."

I whimper again, not wanting to open my eyes. Not wanting to know that none of this is real. Not wanting any of this to be a fucking dream. It's hard enough as it is, and I just don't want anymore pain. However, a second hand takes my only now free one, lacing their fingers through mine as well. It just makes tears begin to form in my eyes, ready to give up on it all. I don't want to be here. I don't want any of this to be real anymore. I just want to be gone. I don't want to exist anymore.

"Jimin, baby, please."

I whimper once again, giving in and deciding to try and open my eyes. It's a hell of a task though, eyelids still heavy and groggy from the drugs I took, making this task harder than it normally would be. I eventually manage to open them though. Which would've worked perfectly, except for the fact that the hospital lights are fucking bright, causing my eyes to snap shut again.

Reluctantly, I keep trying until I can manage to keep them open and am finally able to properly see. Trying to blink away the tears, I look around me. Despite not wanting to have expected to see anyone in here, sure enough, Jungkook is sat on a chair to my left with Yoongi stood to my right.

I can already feel my lips trembling, tears forming all over again as I look between the two boys who never wanted to be around me again. To say I'm confused at this point would be an understatement, but I can't manage to utter a single word to them, let alone a question.

Jungkook gives me a trembling smile though, getting up to sit on the edge of my bed before leaning down to pull me into a makeshift hug. I manage to just barely lift my head up off the pillow, nuzzling it into his chest as he holds me. He pulls away slightly, causing me to let my head fall back against the pillow once more, not having the strength or pain tolerance to keep it lifted. The younger just gives me a tiny smile though, before leaning down and pecking my lips.

The kiss is brief, not allowing me to really savor any of it, strongly beginning to question if this is reality anymore.

"You have no idea how glad I am that you're okay, Jiminie. I'm so fucking sorry."