Because I love you || Jungkook

Why?

I awaken to the murmur of voices and find Suga and Jin engaged in a conversation. "She woke up yesterday." Suga informs, and Jin, surprised, responds, "Why didn't you call me? I would've come." Suga explains, "She was really tired. I didn't want to push her. She hasn't talked about it yet." Unnoticed, I interject, "You know I'm right here, right?"

Startled, they both glance up. "Hey, princess, did you sleep well?" Jin asks. "Yeah. What are you doing here?" I inquire. "I just stopped by before I go to school. And I'm here to pick up your brother. Could you tell him he needs to go to school? He won't listen to me." A small smile graces my lips. "What makes you think he'll listen to me?" I question. "Because you're his cute little sister," Jin replies, his smile conveying joy at seeing me smile. "That's an extra reason why I don't listen to her and why I don't go to school." Suga retorts. "Go to school; it's not like there's a lot to do here." "I need to take care of you." Like the big brother he is, always wanting to take care of me. I tease, "There are enough nurses for that, and I'll probably sleep." Jin insists, "See, just go to school." "Fine, but you call me every hour," I playfully demand. Jin nudges Suga toward the door, saying, "We're going to be late. Bye, princess. Listen to your brother and call, okay?" "Yes, mom!"

As I ponder the absence of my phone, my gaze falls on a box on the nightstand. I open it to find a new phone, complete with numbers of my brother and the rest of the boys, including Jungkook. In disbelief, I send a text to Jin and Suga, grateful for the unexpected gift. The hospital becomes a monotonous routine, filled with uninspiring food and limited activities. I follow through on my promise to call my brother every hour, passing time by immersing myself in music.

Eventually, I decide to explore the hallway. It mirrors the sterile white of my room, with doctors and nurses bustling about. A collision interrupts my stroll. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you," apologizes a girl around my age. "It's okay; I didn't see you either. Aren't you the girl from the bridge?" I admit, receiving a shy smile. "Yeah, that's me," I respond. "I'm Eve." Curious, I inquire, "How did you know?" Eve explains, "I was here when they brought you in. The boy who was with you was cute." Confused, I ask, "Who was it? My brother?" "No, I don't know. He was really worried, but he was gone before your cute and even hotter brother got here," she shares.

Who was with me? And why did he leave?