broken love. ➳ j.jk

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JUNGKOOK'S POV

My eyelids open lazily and against my will. I see a pale white light. A strange smell is filling my nostrils. I move my tongue into my mouth, but it's too dry. I felt like having sandpaper in my mouth.

Where the hell am I?

《He is waking up!》

As soon as I open my eyes completely I see everyone around me. Their expressions break my heart: they were a mixture between worried and tired faces.

《Finally Jungkookie! After years of coma you woke up ...》

What?

《Hoseok stop it. He really could believe it.》 Jin scolds him by hitting Hoseok's shoulder.

《Sorry, it was to play down the sad aura. How do you feel?》 He says with a smile that lights up his tired face.

《Good, I think.》 My voice sounded strange to my ears.

I look at my body. I had various bandages on, and a needle in my arm connected to a bag with blood.

I was lying in a white bed. I look around and understand that I am in a hospital. The images of everything that happened to me comes back to me.

The doctor arrives and starts checking me out and asking me the classic questions they ask in a hospital.
I sit up, but a pang of pain at my ribs makes me grimace.

《You must not strain the ribs too much. You got kicked a lot there.》 the doctor looked at me with a reproachful look, almost like a father.

But this situation. Me in the hospital. My destroyed hyung that look at me. It makes me understand that I have exceeded the limit. I must wake up.

《Jungkook, do you remember what happened?》Namjoon asks while caressing my arm sweetly.

I nod lowering my gaze.
I think back to everything I've done so far. It was all wrong. Fights, staying out in the night, drinking ...

Because of my choices and actions, I have reached this point. In a battered and aching state, in a hospital.

《Hyung ... I'm sorry.》 I was looking down.

《No need to tell us anything.》 They smile at me reassuringly.

Everyone looks at me, understanding what I wanted to say. They understand my repentance. They understand that I'm truly sorry.

They approach and hug me all, happy that I am fine. I let myself go to a long liberating cry, throwing out all the pain and sadness I felt during this time. They console me and continue to give me words and looks of comfort.

I explain to them why I behaved like that. Of Y / n, of betrayal, of pain. All. They seemed to know something already, but not the whole story.

Finding myself in the hospital, in this condition and with these injuries made me understand so many things. I am waking up from my mental coma where I had placed myself.

The doctor comes back after the results and says I can already go home. I was here a couple of days, and I hadn't woken up since the day I was admitted.

But I was fine. The important thing is that I didn't strain myself. I had taken a lot of beatings and lost a lot of blood. But I wasn't in danger.

As I collect my things that the hyungs brought me, I see a white rose on a table. Alone, inside a small vase. It's of the same kind that I had brought to Y / n when I returned from Japan.