Sick. That was exactly what Jungkook was. He had heard it several times during the past couple of months. He had been told that he could not recover from his illness, and that it would kill him ever so slowly. He knew that his death was not going to be as bad as those around him, but that still did not help his fear over dying. He wheeled himself down the hospitals wide hallway, gaze glued to the area ahead of him. He had gotten permission to leave his room from a nurse, as long as he did not stray too far. Little did she know that he was straying farther away than what she had thought.

　　　　He was glad that the architects had thought of adding an elevator in the building, which was just used for getting to the roof. Jungkook would never have been able to see the city around the hospital if they hadn’t. Sometimes he would sneak out of his room, and go to the roof just so he could escape the chemical fragrances in the building. He was tired of being in the suffocating building, and wanted to get a couple last breaths of fresh air.

　　　　He wheeled over to the edge of the roof, wheels hitting the slab of concrete that would stop anything from falling off. He had been in that very place when he was admitted into the hospital, and in that very place he had been told that he was sick. He hated that he had been told such grave news in such a beautiful spot. It had become his favorite, because if he squinted his eyes just right, he could see his home. The home that he had lived in ever since he was a child.

　　　　He could see the small blue van that his parents would take him and his brother in, just so they could take a trip to their aunts. That home was his no more. He had been told that there was a small chance that he would be able to leave the hospital, “We’re doing tests to find a cure for you”, the doctors would say. At first the brunette believed them, finding hope in their words. Eventually days turned to weeks, which turned into months, which turned into years. He had been told the same thing ever since he was seven, but nothing changed. He never went home, and was never given that hope again.

　　　　He hated that he had been lied to for years on end. He hated that he actually believed the words that he had been told. If anyone were to tell him that there was a chance that he could go home, he would laugh in their face. He had grown to accept the fact that he was never going to leave, and that he was eventually going to die in a hospital bed. The last part, however, was not true anymore. He was going to die on the hospitals pavement, and was going to be happy that he was finally over. That his life of chemicals and needles was finally over.

　　　　The brunette slowly transferred himself to the edge of the concrete slab that had stopped him countless times, and sat there. All of his emotions came in big waves. He felt hatred, sadness, and happiness all at once. He had been dead inside for so long, that being able to feel the littlest of emotions felt so good to him, even though what he was feeling was not normal.

　　　　He scooted dangerously close to the edge, eyes closing as he pictured how happy he would be when it was finally over. When everything that he had dealt with had come to an end, and he was just a nameless patient that had stayed in the building for far too long. Just as he was about to take his own life, a pair of hands wrapped around his waist, and held him in place. He squirmed against the persons grip, only stopping when the grasp grew stronger.

　　　　“You’re an idiot, you know that right? Trying to take your own life.” The voice was smooth as the person spoke, making a shiver go up the brunette’s spine. “I don’t see why you would want to leave anyway.” A few goose pimples broke out on the brunette’s skin at the sound of the voice. It was very comforting to him, yet someone left him uneasy.

　　　　“I do not understand why you want to save me. I’ll just continue to try until-”

　　　　“There would be no use. I’m the patient that has the room just to the left of the elevator. I can here when you get in, not to mention it will only take me a second to catch up to you.”

　　　　Jungkook’s visage held a look of bewilderment. “You’re weird.” He muttered, shaking his head. He pushed the hands off of him, and turned around so he could finally take a look at the person that had saved him. He had never seen such a person with such beauty before. The boy before him had such a blinding smile, such soft looking [hair color] hair, and beautiful [eye color] orbs.

　　　　“Honestly, I don’t get why you would want to end everything anyway. I’ve heard about your illness, but it would be worse. For instance, you can actually stroll around the building without having to have multiple nurses follow you around.” The boy closed his eyes, and latched his hands on the back of his neck. “You always seemed so happy when the younger patients would sit with you at lunch and talk to you. Apparently I was wrong.” He laughed, a small smooth sound.

　　　　“I was happy then. Those kids were so sweet and always told me how much they enjoyed it at the hospital, even if they were sick or not. I found it sad that they thought of this place as a home, but it was all they knew. They were born here, and had to stay because of their own illnesses. I thought that maybe I could be like them, but that wasn’t the case. I hate being stuck here. It’s suffocating for me. I just want to go home, and be able to do what I want for once.”

　　　　“You think that ending your life would take you home? It would only ruin it. Trust me, I know.” The [hair color] haired boy took a seat next to the brunette, and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “You are such a beautiful person, and can get over your depression. You’re strong, always willing to help, anyone would be willing to be by your side. I’ll be that one person to help you through your struggles. We may just have met, but Jesus, I like you already.” He laughed once again, making the brunette chuckle a little as well. “Well, what do you think kid? Can I be the sunshine to your darkness?”

　　　　“I’m not making any assumption, but that sounded so gay.” Jungkook chuckled, eyes closing as he laughed aloud. “But yes, that sounds nice. You will be my sunshine to my darkness. I would say something along those lines, but I don’t want to seem as cheesy as you.”

　　　　“I am gay.” The [hair color] haired boy chuckled a bit. “With me it’s always so obvious when it comes to those things.” He leaned forward, and placed a fluttery kiss on the brunette’s cheek. “Anyway, we better get back down. The nurse’s will go berserk if they hear what happened here.” He carefully helped the other boy into his wheelchair, and pushed him over to the elevator doors. “I’ll visit you often, okay? I just never want to catch you up here again, especially in that position.”

　　　　“I’m not allowed on the roof?” Jungkook felt upset at the thought that he would never get to have the freedom of his favorite place again. “You .” He grumbled, crossing his arms whilst doing so.

　　　　“You’re such an idiot. I meant that you aren’t allowed up here without me. I want to be by your side.”

　　　　The brunette’s cheeks blazed a bright red. He felt somewhat embarrassed, and stupid from thinking anything negative of the other boy. “You’re so gay.” He whined, giggling as the other boy kissed his cheek.

　　　　“I’m gay for you.”