Taehyung POV
I exit the elevator, and walk down the hall. I look at each room number, making sure to stop at the right one.
Room 630
Room 631
Room 632
Room 633
Room 634
Room 635
Room 636
Finally, I reach his room. Room 637. It was strange why they decided to leave him in this room, when there were no other people in the rooms before this one. I was about to open the door, when I remembered I couldn't go in. I sighed as I slump down on the floor, finally letting myself think about Jungkook, and how terrible his conditions can be.
It was only a sniffle, until it turned into a sob.
I cried for his touch. I cried for his warmth. I cried for his voice. I cried for his smile. I cried for him. I needed him. I needed every little thing about him. If he was broken in many ways, I would be too.
It was almost two hours before a doctor had came out the room. I had been crying nonstop, and they handed me some tissues.
"If you want, you can come in, and look at them, or are you here for a specific one?"
"I- I'm here f- f- for Jeon Jun- Jungkook."
"You may come in, and see him," The doctor told me.
They helped me up, and left.
I look at the door.
"I'm here, Jungkook."
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