I'm Breaking

Chapter 61

Jungkook PoV

I sat on top of my bed, looking at the window. The view is the hospital garden, where a lot of the patients come to walk and have some private times with their family members or loved ones. 

I've noticed the kids in the paediatric ward always come visit that garden. They're always seated on a bench, with a nurse guiding them and teaching them some lessons. Or they bring coloring books and have activities. 

They all look fun to watch. 

And because today's my last day here in the hospital, I want to go to the garden too. 5 days in here, and I know her schedule already. 

She comes in my room, have her rounds and quickly leave. Without talking to me, or making eye contact with me. To make her feel less awkward, I fake my sleep so she could do her job. 

Around 3:30 in the afternoon, she would walk outside to the garden and sit on the bench. There are no people in that time of the day, and I'd see her just relaxing and thinking there. 

I have no feelings about it. We both chose to not work things out. 

Because, either way, one of us will get hurt. No matter how much we avoid it. Someone will always get hurt. 

My eyes look at the garden again, I see her. Her hair is all tied up in a ponytail, and she's walking with a snack in her hand. Like usual, she sits on her spot. It isn't 3:30 yet, but she's there. 

I see her grab her phone, and answered a call. After 2 minutes, she turns it off and goes back to eat her snack. Then she looks away and fans her eyes. 

She's crying. 

What can I do? I'm bedridden. 

My head turned to my room's door, as there were knockings from the outside. 

"Come in," I said. 

The door opened a little and someone's head popped out on the small space, "Annyeong!"

I smiled, "Annyeong."

"No medication? Or anything? Can we enter?" 

I nodded, "Yes, Jimin-hyung, you guys can."

He smiles and enters my room. With 4 other men following him. They all looked amazed by the size of my hospital room. As if they aren't in the VIP wards too, but the room is technically bigger than my own apartment. 

Just kidding, it's as big as my own living room. I just want to flex, you know. 

"Wah, daebak!" Taehyung gasps.

Namjoon ruffles his hair, "That's why you get hospitalized."

Taehyung slaps his shoulder.

"Hey! What was that for?" Namjoon asks and rubs on his shoulder.

"I said, I hate getting sick."

"Okay, okay, I get it. Stop slapping me!"

"That was only once."

"Nuh-uh, twice."

"Once."

"Twice."

"Onc---"

"AISH, JINJJA, ARE WE GONNA DO THIS ALL OVER AGAIN?!" Jin shouts at both of them, leaving them quiet. 

Hoseok sat on the chair next to my bed and fixes the pillow and blanket on me. 

"You shouldn't feel cold," he said.

"Thanks, hyung," I smiled and searched for someone in the room. "Yoongi-hyung?"