"Do you know Annyeonghaseyo?"

9

Abby's P.O.V.

-It's so deathly quiet in the house.- Was one of my first thoughts when I got up that next morning. 

Looking back now I wish I would have worded that differently. 

I walked downstairs to the living room to see it empty. I had fallen asleep last night so I didn't know if Taehyung stayed the night or not. I then walked to the kitchen to find it empty as well. 

"Huh, wh-where a-are th-th-they?" I wondered aloud. I then thought to check Jungkook's room. So, I ran upstairs to his room and knocked on the door.

No answer. 

So, I decided to open the door and when I went in, Jungkook was laying in his bed, snuggled in the covers. I couldn't see his head or anything. 

I decided to be a bitchy big sister and went up to the end of his bed, ripping the covers off of his body. 

As soon as the covers were off of my baby brother's body, my giddy smile fell. The first thing I was was red. Crimson red. All over the sheets. Blood. 

I ran to Jungkoo's side and pushed him onto his back. His lips were blue and his skin like ice. I lifted up his wrist to check for a pulse but what I saw were 3 deep cuts. Blood everywhere. 

I gasped and covered my mouth, tears streaming down my face. 

I reached up to his neck instead. I didn't feel a pulse and my chest seized up. But then, I realized it was there, just very faint and hard to find. I sighed in relief. But I knew he had very little time left to live. 

I ran to my room as fast as I could and grabbed my phone, calling the first person in my contacts. 

"Annyeong?" A deeper voice said. Namjoon. I broke down sobbing and cried out his name. "Abby? Abby, what's wrong?! T-Tell me, please!" He begged.

"M-My bro-brother! H-He's a-abo-about t-to die!" I shouted, tears streaming down my face. Namjoon gasped. 

"Abby, listen to me. Take a deep breath. I'll call Jin. You call the hospital! Now!" Namjoon said. I nodded my head and took a deep breath. "I'll meet you there. I promise." He said, then hung up. 

I pulled the phone away from my ear and then typed in the number to call an ambulance. 

***

It had been 4 hours. 4 hours since I had found Jungkook. 4 hours since I called Namjoon. 4 hours of crying and pain and fear and panic. 

I was sitting in the hall outside the room the doctors said Jungkook would be moved to. I had my face in my hands and my elbows rested on my knees. I was now silently crying and thinking about every single little thing that could have lead to this. 

Soon I heard several pairs of footsteps coming toward me. My head shot up and I saw my baby brother laying on the bed, his eyes closed. His lips had gained a bit more of their normal color. 

I shot out of my chair and tried to follow them into the room but one of the nurses stopped me.

"Miss, you can't be in here! Fami-"

"Sh-Shut u-up! I-I'm h-his fu-fucking-ing s-sis-sister! M-Move!" I shouted, pushing my way into the room. I saw as they moved him over to the bed and I lost my breath. His body was limp. He looked... dead. 

"J-Jung-Jungkook," I said, my voice faltering. I ran to his side and took his hand in mine. His skin was a little warmer but still cold. I tried to speak but all that came out was a pained shriek.