LOVE AT FIRST HATE | BTS Jungkook ff

Trauma

What's wrong with me?

Few days ago, in between the chaos we had hugged each other. That counts as a physical contact, but there was just warmth and comfort. This was a bit different. It had this... sexual tension. It still had the same warmth and comfort for the information by the way.

I don't even know what I'm thinking anymore.

So what I am doing is absolutely clueless to me.

What I'm going to do is also not my responsibility.

And what I did was..

(Jungkook's POV)

"What the?!"

Seconds ago I was on top of Eun bi. Well I pinned down her arms with some sort of emotion. That one emotion where you do things without thinking anything.

But things escalated so quickly.... after I got kicked in the nuts.

Now I'm lying on the ground trying not to scream so that I don't lose my image.

"Oh God! I'm so sorry!" Eun bi exclaimed in worry as she got down from the bed and helped me get up.

Both of us sat on the bed.

"That was a reflex. My bad." She explained.

"No that's good. You need to protect yourself." I said.

"Yeah"

"Ok now let's get you to the hospital" I said while staring at her face that got lost in thoughts.

"I can't" she replied with a blank face.

"But why?"

"Nothing. I can get well if I rest a bit more."

"Taking a proper medication is better. I can't risk anything!" That exclaiming was unnecessary but I said out of "emotions" anyway.

She looked at me for a second.

"It's been 6 years since I stepped into a hospital." she said with an expressionless face.

"Did something happen? It's ok if you don't want to share." I said as softly as possible.

"The day my mother abandoned me, I took my dying friend to the hospital. Two different situation but the amount of distress the both had caused me that day was huge." She said with a smile.

A cover. The smile was a cover.

I've heard people say that some people let out a smile, chuckle a little when they talk about the saddest things.

Now that I saw it with my own eyes I realized that it just made things even more sad.

Her real feelings were reflecting on her eyes.

This must've been a terrible trauma.

"It's ok." I said as I brushed and patted her head gently.

She just looked at me. The shocked look she gave me earlier.

This look she keeps giving me whenever I talk worried about her or when I comfort her.

That was a puppy look from this fierce kitten.

"The problem is hospital right? I'll just call the doctor." I said.

"But" she tried to talk back and stopped when I got a Little closer and looked her in the eye.

Wow I just figured out how to make her listen to me although I don't know how long this will work.

"Even if you had problems with doctors you can't keep going like this."