HIGHSCHOOL AU
Kang Byeol gets a new obnoxious neighbour who thinks way too highly of himself. Unable to stand being in almost the same living space as him, she set herself on one mission: to dethrone the king.
warning: some swearing and other mature...
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A/N: 증국아 24살 생일 축하한다 :> you're everything i look up to, and i hope one day ill make people happy just as much as you do. thank you for making me smile every time.
I can't remember the last time I went to the hospital. There's so much white everywhere it's so bland, meanwhile everyone feels so lifeless around us. Jungkook leads me into Chohee's ward, seeing her fragile state makes me think twice about everything she's done to us.
I never liked her and truthfully I still don't, but she's still very much human and has issues just like the rest of us. Her eyes are shut and her veins prominently showing, a bandaged wrapped around her left wrist. "D-do you know... how...?" I speak hesitantly.
"She slit her wrist trying to bleed out," Jungkook says casually, a little too coolly. His eyes never leave her bed, watching the corners of his jaw tick a little. There's a cloud around him, his emotions now unreadable to me.
"She didn't actually want to die. It's just a stunt," he squeezes my hand tightly. I knit my eyebrows at his statement. "What do you mean?" I ask cautiously.
"She did it in the hotel lobby. If she really wanted to she wouldn't have done it with an audience around," he says matter-of-factly. Namjoon was there when it happened, immediately alerting Jungkook while he tended to the fresh wound.
I nod my head, unsure what to say to that. I watch her chest rise and fall peacefully. Even though she's in this state there's no denying she's still a very pretty woman effortlessly. All of a sudden her finger lifts up slowly, all movement staggering into gear.
I look around, calling a doctor from outside. As her eyes adjust to her surroundings I see her visibly widen at the sight of us in front of her bed. A group of nurses and doctors swarm her bed quickly, forcing us out into the waiting area.
Jungkook rubs his face stressed. Truthfully I don't think things ended the right way, maybe this is the time he should finally have a proper talk with her. I grab his arm soothingly forcing his delicate eyes on me.
"You should go in and talk to her," I tell him. He huffs, agreeing with me. "I'll be back soon, okay?" He kisses me gently. I hold his hand till he walks back in, feeling his touch slowly leave my fingertips.
I stay outside waiting for him patiently. I watch as they talk things out, Chohee looking lifeless and stoic while Jungkook's back is to me. The more they talk the more I begin to feel bad about everything.
