°cherry tree°- •비민•

二十四

•jk•

"Are you sure everything is good, Yoongi-hyung?" I asked, tone suddenly becoming serious. "I promise, everything will be alright," he responded. I could feel his adorable gummy smile from the other side of the phone.

"Listen, I really trust you, but I'm scared he does find out. I already feel weird about doing this, and it's eating me up. I can't stand seeing his worried face every time I leave."

"Listen, Jungkook. It's fine. Don't worry. You trust me right? And I trust you too. Everything is gonna be fine, I promise, really. I know it will."

"You sure? I really don't want to make him... sad. He seems to be knowing our little game there. I need a confirmation from him, or else he might actually catch us..."

He was silent for a few seconds.

"A-And we don't want that, do we?" I added. Yoongi hummed. "We really don't. Does he know I exist?"

I bit my lip. "I-I... I kinda... muttered your name in my sleep, and now he knows you exist. But- I don't know, Yoongi, he confronted me this morning and I denied everything... He thought I was cheating on him with you."

Yoongi remained silent. "Let's... Let's just hope he won't find out about the party. That's pretty much all we can do, pray," he said in a sigh.

"Let's. I know he knows it's his birthday soon, but I don't think he thought about it. I wanna surprise him, but I'm thinking of telling him..." I muttered, nervous.

"Why would you tell him? It's a surprise party, Jungkook!"

I sighed. "I-I don't want it to affect our relationship, I feel like he isn't trusting me anymore, I canceled our hangout yesterday to go and help you. I don't know what I should protect more, this surprise or..."

Yoongi didn't respond. It was a signal for me to keep talking.

"Or... me and Taehyung's relationship, Yoongi. What if he leaves me? Or worse, what if he begins seeing another man?"

"Jungkook, he would never do that! You know he loves you, You know that! Taehyung loves you more than anything. It's up to you if you wanna tell him or not. Personally, I wouldn't, but I won't pressure you. Do what you want, as long as it works with you."

I smiled. "Thanks."

"No problem. Now go and see him, today, I won't call you for help! It's your date, go get your man!"

"Thanks, thanks so much, Yoongi,"

"Bye!"

He hung up. I turned off my phone and put it in my pocket, peeking around the tree before coming out from behind it.

"Taehyung! I'm back! Let's go to the-"

The area was empty.

"...Taehyung..?"

•tae•

I ran.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, and I ignored it. I knew who it was,  I didn't even check.

I passed in front of Jin's house, and I wanted to get in. But my body didn't allow me to. I ran past it, avoiding looking at it.

My heart ached and I walked, as my lungs couldn't take the running anymore. It was painful.

I didn't know where I was heading, my feet had a mind of their own.

I ran again. It hurt. But I couldn't stop.

I was running where my instinct told me to go. My feet took me where they needed to be. 

At the hospital.

I walked it, welcomed by the white walls and dull scenery.

The reception was empty and I walked up to it, out of breath.

"P-Park Jimin," I huffed.

"I beg your pardon?" The lady at the counter said, approaching herself to me.

"I-I need to see Park Jimin. Is he here?"

She typed something on her computer. "Lung cancer patient, 17?"

I nodded, mind about to explode.

"Room A221. Be careful, there are nurses around."

I smiled at her and quickly walked towards the elevator. My heart was beating loud, so loud. I haven't seen him in two months. I miss him.

The door opened at the 4th floor and I bolted out, looking up to the room numbers.

My hand grazed the white walls and the familiar scent of latex filled up my nose.

Was it possible to feel absolutely no emotion?

Or was numbness an emotion?

I arrived to the room I needed to go to. A221.

I knocked.

Nobody answered.

I drew the lines of the door handle with my finger before gripping it tight and turning it, pushing open the door.

I saw him. Laying there.

But he wasn't lifeless, like in the dreams.