"Do you know Annyeonghaseyo?"

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//A/N: If the text is like this BTS it's in English. If it's not, then it's Korean.\\

Namjoon and I were sitting next to each other talking. We were talking about things we liked, disliked, and other stuff like that. We kept switching from Korean to English and back again. It was fun being able to speak both languages with him. It was also good practice for my vocal cords and it was a good distraction from crying. 

"So, what's your favorite color?" Namjoon asked. I sat and thought about it for a bit. 

"Hmm, I-I woul-ld h-have to say Char-Charcoal gray. Wh-What ab-about you?" I asked. My stuttering was getting better and that made me happy. I was really embarrassed about it. 

"I'd have to say that I do not know." Namjoon said with a laugh, his dimple smile showing nicely. "What's your favorite... hmm... favorite food?" 

"Dark ch-chocola-late. A-And you?" 

"I like meat. Next, favorite song?" He asked. I shifted in my chair a little to face him better. I had to admit, I loved his voice and his dimple smile. 

"B-Broken b-by Lu-Lund," I replied. Namjoon chuckled and then smiled, shaking his head a little as he did so. Cute. 

"I like that song too," Namjoon said. 

"You're ly-lying. You-You've n-never heard it be-before!" I said, then started to laugh.

"Okay, okay fine you caught me!" Namjoon said, then raised his hands in the air as he chuckled. "Favorite thing about Jin?" He asked. 

"Hmm, H-His hil-hilarious-ous d-dad jokes an-and windshield wi-wiper laugh," I said with a laugh. I remembered all the stupid jokes Jin would tell and then his laugh as he laughed at his own jokes.

"True. Very true.  Okay last one, favorite thing about your brother?" Namjoon asked, giving me a kind smile. I stopped laughing and looked back at my baby brother laying limp on the hospital bed. IV tubes sticking out of his arms and a breathing tube in his nose. Thick bandages on his wrist and healing cream on the rest of his body to help fade the scars. 

"I-I love h-his sm-smile. I-It loo-looks like a-a bunn-bunny. A-And his d-doe eyes. S-So inn-innocent l-looking, y-yet he's s-seen so m-much." I said, then started to cry again. It was my fault. I stopped talking to him and because of that he was alone. I wasn't there to protect him, to love him, to stop him from doing this... again. 

~Flashback~

It had been about a month after Jimin had hung himself. Jungkook and I were aloud to live alone at our house still. I was doing as well as I could.  But Jungkook wasn't doing okay at all. He was quiet, distant, always staying in his room. It hurt to see him like that. 

One day when I came home from school I went to go check on him. But when I opened the door to his room, the first thing that came from between my lips was a horrifide scream. 

Jungkook lay huddled in the corner of his room, blade in hand, blood covering both wrists, and his eyes were closed.

I ran to my little brothers side and picked him up as best I could. His skin was like ice. I instantly pulled out my phone and called for an ambulance. 

Thankfully we got to the hospital in time to save him. Jungkook hadn't lost that much blood. Just enough to cause him to become unconsious. He recovered quickly and was out of the hospital after a month. Though, police said he needed to go to therapy or he'd be taken away. 

After a year of therapy Jungkook was deemed okay. Though what they didn't know was that he still cut. He had become addict. I stopped talking about 3 months after Jungkook had gotten out of the hospital. 

~End Flashback~

"A-Abby, you're crying. D-Did I do something? D-Did me asking that take things t-too far?" Namjoon asked, putting a gentle hand on my shoulder. I shook my head and wiped my tears. 

"N-No, it's not you. I-I was jus-just remem-membering something. Th-This isn't the-the first ti-time Jungkook-kook has been in-in the hos-hospital because o-of cutting." I explained. Namjoon gasped softly and looked over at Jungkook, then back down at me. He stood up and then pulled me into a tight hug. 

"I want to tell you now, I will never, ever leave your side. I don't know your story, but I know it's a lot. I know it has to be hard. I'm so sorry about Jungkook. I'm so sorry about everything. Please just lean on me. Cry on my shoulder. Speak to me. Please." Namjoon said, then he pulled out of the hug a bit and leaned down, kissing my cheek gently. I knew I was blushing. 

"What the frickity frack did I miss?!" I heard Jin's voice. "I leave for half an hour and when I come back I see my two best friends hugging and Namjoon kisses Abby's cheek?! EXPLAIN!" Jin rambled. I swear he becomes a rapper when he's mad.

A/N: Filler chapter.