°cherry tree°- •비민•

三十一

•tae•

I woke up to Jungkook sitting next to me, replacing a bandage on my head.

I watched his tired face smile replace the bangs on my forehead, kissing me on the nose. "Jungkook~"

He didn't respond to his name. I saw him grab my face with his hands gently and looking at both sides. "You're getting better," he muttered.

A few broken memories from yesterday come flashing through my mind.

I remember running in the rain, and then,

nothing.

"W-What happened?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. "You fell." I nodded. I didn't want further explanation.

"Do you want me to get you breakfast?" I nodded. "Don't forget, Taehyung. Don't forget to iron your suit." He winked and left the room. I stared at the wall. "Fuck! It's today!"

I stood up and touched my head, wincing again. My legs took me towards the closet, and I grabbed a jacket before running out.

It wasn't raining anymore. The sun was blinding me as I walked on the street,

towards the hospital again.

I found the area packed. I struggled to get past the crowd in the emergency area. The stairs seemed longer and deeper as I climbed them. The 4th floor looked dark.

I ran my trembling fingers along the wall. I abandoned Jimin for Jungkook. My heart ached.

My fingers found their way to the doorknob, and I turned it.

I saw many, many nurses, doctors, surgeons scattered around Jimin. I glanced at his brown hair.

"Visits aren't allowed."

I opened my mouth to speak. "What's going on-"

"We're preparing him for pneumonectomy. Please leave. This procedure takes time." My heart stopped beating for a second. "F-For- What?" The room was silent.

"Are you a regular visitor?" One of them asked. I nodded, head trembling. "Taehyung?" Jimin asked, making my heart melt.

"Please leave."

One of the nurses closed the door on me.

I tried to turn the knob again, but it was locked.

I felt tears prick at my eyes.

I looked at the time. 10:22 AM

I turned around and ran away. I'm so selfish. I'm such an idiot.

I left the hospital, teary eyed. Screw this. Screw everything.

I arrived back to the hotel cafeteria. I turned around and fell face to face with Jungkook.

"Where were you? I was worried." I gulped. "L-Looking for you," I lied. He smiled. "Come on."

My hands shaked as he held them. He closed the space in between us and kissed my forehead.

A few dozens of minutes passed without me really concentrating on what I was doing. The fact I completely destroyed my head didn't help the headache I was growing the more I thought about Jimin.

Pneumonec- What?

"Taehyung!"

I raised my head up, eyes widened. "W-What?"

"I've been calling for you, but you kept staring at the wall." I looked down. "Sorry."

"I was asking you if you were comfortable with me inviting Yoongi to prom with us?"

I froze. "I-Isn't he way older? The school wouldn't let him in!"

"This school has terrible security. If he just wears a suit, he'll be fine. He's short anyway," Jungkook brushed off. I pursed my lips.

No, Jungkook, it's our night. It's my first prom.

I want to spend the night with you. You only.

"Y-Yeah. Fine, I guess."

Jungkook hummed, taking out his phone. I audibly gulped and looked away.

—

Time seemed to go by faster as I ate lunch, leg twitching. Ah, my head hurt.

Jungkook told me I should remove the bandage before prom. I was originally okay with his statement, but the way time struck faster and my head wasn't getting any better made me doubt it.

I should take it off soon.

I mean, who just goes to prom with a bandage?

I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror after finishing my food.

I slowly took off the bandage, wincing at the slight pain, but shaking it off.

I hopped in for a shower to clean the blood off my hair, feeling the warm liquid hit all over the wound. It burned. But it felt good. I dried my hair after leaving the shower.

Prom started at 8 PM and ended at midnight.

I sighed, eyelids closed as I sat down on the floor, wrapped in a towel.

"Taehyung?" I heard from the other side of the door.

"Yeah?"

"A-Are you okay?" Jungkook's voice seemed worried, as if something happened. I held tightly on my towel.

"Y-Yeah? Is everything okay?"

Silence. "Y-Yeah."

"L-Listen, uh- Tae. S-Someone c-came t-to see y-you. P-Please open the d-door."

"I'm changi-"

"P-Please. T-Taeh-"

I heard a muffled whimper and widened my eyes.

I paused, hands shaking. What if someone broke in? What if Jungkook was about to get kidnapped?

My fingers laid on the door, shaking slightly as my grip tightened.

"T-Tae- The door." Jungkook pronounced a broken sentence.

I tied the towel I was holding around my waist.

Fuck it.

I opened the door.

I immediately saw Namjoon. A knife in his hand, around Jungkook's throat threatening to slice it.