Taekook Oneshots

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❦ someone you loved ❦

Jungkook POV

It's been two days since Taehyung disappeared. 

And no one at the hospital is telling me why. 

I've heard the nurses whisper, but nothing helpful in particular. The doctor doesn't say much, except checking up on me, asking me how I feel and so on. I feel weird. I'm confused. I want to know what's going on. 

"Where's Taehyung?" I ask the doctor the next time he comes in. He freezes, and his shiny black hair falls out of his cap. He stays quiet, as if I hadn't said a word.

"Where is Taehyung?" I say again, this time a little louder. The doctor looks up, and his eyes are glittering. With tears. Tears that roll of his face and plop onto my bedsheets, staining the blue fabric. My chest tightens into a knot, as I watch him walk to the coat stand, and unhook a chiffon jacket. Tae's jacket. A Christmas present from his sister.

The doctor drapes the jacket over my legs, and takes his hat off.

"I'm sorry."

And then he's gone.

At this point, I am confused more than ever. What did the doctor do to me? Or to Taehyung? why was he sad? What did he know?

I rubbed the white bandages wrapped around my chest, and felt the bump of stitches along my chest. With both hands, I picked up the clothing to examine it, not expecting anything in particular, until I felt a hard, rectangular object hit my arm.

I reached into the pocket, pulling out a Taehyung's phone. That was weird. He never left his phone. I put my finger print on the sensor, and the phone unlocked. The screen showed the recorder app, and one lone recording, ready to be played.

I reached over the side to grab my earphones, which I plugged into the headphone jack, and with an uncertain finger, pressed play.

...

...

Jungkook ah.

It's me. 

You're probably wondering where I am.

You're probably worried.

And I'm sorry I had to leave with no explanation, so here it is.

My story.

We should never have met. It wasn't written in the stars, or scripted in our destiny. It was one look at a convenience store below the hospital, and a smile. It was your smile, Jungkook, that made me want to know more. 

I came to the convenience store every day, hoping that I'd bump into you. And I did. Every day, as if you were there to see me too. We spoke occasionally, but nothing more than a "Hi", or a "How are you?".

I longed to hear your voice more.

To see your face more. 

When I found out we were at the same hospital, I was ecstatic. Overjoyed. Probably too happy. You were close by too, just down the hallway from my ward. From what I heard, you were diagnosed with cardiovascular disease for a year. It was getting worse, and the week after we met, you were put in a wheelchair. 

So I came and visited you. 

Every night, I'd fall asleep at the end of your bed, hugging your feet. It was so embarrassing at first, but then it just became natural. 

Before I knew it, I had fallen in love with you.

Deeply, madly, and in every possible way.