“He’s the best doctor,” Jungkook’s uncle said while placing his hand on his son’s shoulder.
They were outside of the emergency room sitting on the cold metal chair.
Jungkook didn’t know whether why he was trembling, was it because of the freezing metal seat sipping through his skin or the horror of losing you for good?
Maybe it was both.
He watched as droplets of his tears mixed with the crimson pigment covering his hands.
“It seemed like the universe doesn’t want us to be together,” Jungkook mumbled to himself while making a fist.
He wanted to scream until his lungs would ran out of oxygen.
He wanted to punch onto something so hard his knuckles would bleed bloody red.
He wanted cry like a river until he’d drown out of his own tears.
He wanted to breakdown right then and there
