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..⃗. chapter twenty two : loading.... 𑁍ࠜೄ ･ﾟˊˎ
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one month later.
jungkook woke up in a cloud of sweat, slowly coming to as the peppermint hospital room surrounding him bounced in and out of focus.
an air mask covered his nose and mouth, pumping air into his lungs. he felt himself on an uncomfortable bed, tucked in with a thin gray blanket.
he breathed in silence, trying to remember how he got here.
his breaths grew shallow. a tear dripped, solitary, down his right cheek.
he.. couldn't seem to remember.
he didn't remember anything.
tears overflowed his eyes, and he was unable to stop crying.
he heard yells and beeping of machines in the background but ignored them. his senses blurred; his hearing was clouded, like he was drowning. it scared him.
a group of boys dressed in gray and black sweats, jeans and leather jackets, rushed into the room with tired auras.
he watched with teary eyes as one figure in particular ran to his side and clutched his hand, sobbing animatedly. a nostalgic scent of honey and cherry blossoms flooded to his heart and throughout his body, flushing out any other thoughts that had them occupied.
"i love you." sobs erupted throughout the room.
his heart was in so much pain, like it had broken a thousand times over. but he couldn't figure out why.
who were these people?
they were a distant memory, only a step away yet unreachable.
at this point it felt like his head would explode from the pain. the beeping sound in the distance grew louder, increased vigorously in speed.
his eyes rolled back, eyelids closed. the room went black. his body fell limp, breathing stilled.
beeeeeeeeeep.
𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒓:
taehyung sat in the waiting room of the hospital, nails ugly with bite marks and unevenness, hair greasy and disheveled from not being washed for a week, eyebags purple and prominent. he hadn't slept since the incident.
how could he?
it was all his fault. if it weren't for him, his boyfriend would still be next to him, cuddling with him, getting kissed by him. jungkook would've been okay.
but he wasn't. and taehyung could do nothing now, except wait.
taehyung didn't mind waiting. if it was for a year, a decade, or until the day died.
he owed jungkook everything.
he opened his eyes to see his hands soaked with tears beneath him. he dug his fingernails into the wrist where the tattoo was inked.
the purple outline of a heart on his wrist now bled, red liquid escaping a cut through the middle of the heart.
they were supposed to last forever.
they were supposed to stay by each other's sides for forever.
he remembered jungkook's honey voice, laced with sweetness, purity, love. taehyung's favorite sound. he recalled that night, when they lay down in the soft grass, stargazing together.
"how would you describe our relationship in two words?"
his eyes grew into cute crescents, bunny smile appearing as he giggled. "why two?"
taehyung rolled his eyes playfully. "just 'cause."
"fine..." jungkook seemed to be lost in thought for a moment. "cherry skies," he said softly, turning to taehyung to see his reaction.
"what?"
he smiled sadly at their memories, so beautiful they were impossible to last. cherry skies, he thought.
"kim taehyung?"
he glanced up and wiped his face with his sleeve, seeing a familiar nurse with a clipboard nod at him.
"you can visit jungkook now."
taehyung followed the woman in the white dress and ponytail into jungkook's room.
he glanced up at the number next to the blue door. 123.
purple tulips, arrangements of roses and get-well-soon cards decorated the bland room. taehyung thanked the nurse and walked over to the flower vase that sat on a wooden table to replace the wilting tulips.
after the woman adjusted jungkook's bed and controls, she closed the door, leaving taehyung alone with the boy.
taehyung kneeled next to jungkook's bed, all emotions breaking loose. he grabbed jungkook's right arm and kissed his wrist, tears escaping onto his milky skin.
"i-i'm so sorry, baby. this is all my f-fucking f-fault.." he sobbed, groaning between broken cries.
he stared at the purple heart inked on jungkook's wrist next to his own.
jungkook had explained to him in the shop that day: "it symbolizes that we are each other's missing pieces."
