I feel much better this morning. My head isn't throbbing and my heart isn't aching as much due to Monie hyung's visit last night. The video allowed me to rest peacefully with a smile on my face as I drifted off to sleep, thinking about how much my hyungs and ARMY care about my well being. I'm sure I'll be able to get out of this hospital healthy and level headed soon.

I looked at the empty glass vase that once contained orange marigolds, and the light of the sun reflected off of it beautifully. My gaze followed the sun ray to the window, causing me to get up and walk toward it. It was much easier to walk now compared to previous attempts before, even if my condition wasn't the best that it could be.

The city of Seoul was bustling animatedly beneath me with cars driving on the roads and people strolling down the sidewalks. It almost made me want to jump out of this room and join everyone, I wanted to live again.

My admiration was interrupted as the sound of footsteps caught my attention from the doorway, and I instinctively assumed it to be my nurse who regularly visited me throughout the day. To my surprise, it was the person I had least expected to see in this room and at this time of day—Jungkook. I turned around in surprise, facing him without saying a word, mostly because I didn't know what to say.

Without compliance he walked swiftly up to me, extending his arms out, and pulled me into a tight embrace. I stumbled back a bit from the force, but mostly from the surprise of it.

"Jungkookie, what are you doing here?" I asked, hesitantly tightening my arms over Jungkook's shoulders as he continued to pull me closer.

"Don't question it," He whispered. "Common', I wanna show you something," he proposed, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the archway to my room. "Wait, where are we going?" I asked, stopping in my tracks just before I was to exit, linked to Jungkook's wrist.

"I said don't question anything, just follow me," He spoke in a soft voice, nodding swiftly before leading the way again.

I was going to ask why he was taking me to the back of the hospital, but decided against it and took the situation for what is was. Jungkook was here, talking to me, touching me, he was with me, and I can see him. I wouldn't want to ruin the moment with stupid questions.

He speedily walked toward the emergency exit, and I looked behind us to see if there was anybody around. Of course there were people off in the distance, but they were far away enough to where they wouldn't be able to hear us leave. Although, emergency exits sound an alarm when opened, so I pulled on Jungkook's jacket sleeve in urgency, causing him to only look back at me with an unworried expression.

Once at the exit door, we made an unexpected left, to the emergency staircase door which fortunately didn't sound an alarm when Jungkook opened it. We made our way down many flights of stairs before arriving at the bottom. My knees were weak and my lungs were drained of breath once we made it outside into the cool breeze of the world. Streets zoomed to life right in front of me, and my eyes widened as I took in the vibrant colors of Seoul. It's like I hadn't seen it in forever, even if it had only been a few weeks. Nonetheless, I could finally see clearly.

I looked over at Jungkook who had been observing my reaction to the outside and he smirked at my revelance. He cocked his head and began to walk down the block, looking back at me as he realized I hadn't been following him. "Common, hyung," He invited, and I smiled widely, running after him. This whole thing just doesn't seem real, not the least bit. But I'm alive, I'm here.. It has to be real, right?

The more I followed after Jungkook aimlessly, the more my surroundings became strangely familiar to me. Have I been here before? Again, I kept the questions to myself, simply since Kookie had instructed me to. Even though he's not the hyung, I will look to him as if he was one, just for today. It feels good to have someone watch over you, when you are always the one doing it for others.

Eventually, I knew that I indeed have been here before. That bridge... it's the same one in which me and Jungkook had visited after eating at the bakery half a month ago. I smiled at Jungkook's small gesture to bring me here, a place where many memories were made in only one night. The memories were not all necessarily good ones, but they were memories nonetheless in which couldn't be forgotten.

I walked slowly behind Jungkook, pacing myself to make sure I wouldn't leave myself out of breath once we finally made it to the edge of the bridge, where the sky and sea were nothing more than a jump away.

"Hyung, I know you can be faster than that. You beat me here in a race once, remember?" He called behind him, seagulls overpowering his voice the slightest bit. "Yes, but I'm currently still recovering if you can't already tell," I replied, gesturing at the patient gown I was wearing. I'm not worried about anyone seeing me like this, since there aren't many people down in this secluded little street, but it definitely isn't where my pride stands in terms of fashion.

Finally, the breeze from the sea began flying through my hair, distorting it around in all directions. Jungkook stopped and looked out at the sea below us, hands in his jacket pockets as the air blew his hair back, allowing his face to be bathed by ocean wind.

No matter the time of day, Jungkookie has always loved the ocean. Every opportunity, he and his family would visit the beach together. It was part of his childhood, carried on into young adulthood. We stood there watching the waves tumble over each other, then after a few moments of silence between us two, Jungkook turned to face me as if he were thinking of saying something. My eyes traveled over his furrowed face, desperately searching for any sign of emotion, anything I could make an inference on.

He gave me nothing, and instead took my hand, holding it tightly in both of his. He raised it up to rest on his chest, and he looked into my eyes as I felt his heart beat, steady and strong. I looked up at him once again, and this time his eyes grew dark and sorrowful. "Do you feel this heart beat?" He asked, looking down at his chest. "Y-yes," I mumbled, my confused gaze darting between his empty eyes and cold hands, still clasping mine. "This heart only beats for you. I know it may not seem like it, but you have changed my life. You're special to me, hyung," He said, causing the skin around my eyes to grow sensitive and my throat to form a lump.

You were there to help me whenever I felt sad or hopeless, you were always full of optimism and reassurance, the best hyung I could ever ask for and more. And... and I love you Park Jimin," He said, right as a tear trickled down my cheek. He wiped it with his finger and continued speaking, even though my mind was filled with nothing but joy and relief. Could he really have been hiding all of these feelings from me? How did he do it?

The way he confessed everything so smoothly tore at my heart, his words and the fact that he was saying them broke me inside. Not necessarily in a bad way, but to a point where I was lost for words about it.

"Never have I ever felt anything towards anyone else as I feel for you," He continued, and at this point my full attention was on him. Just him and me, the rest was a blur. "And that's why I wanted to tell you this now, before anything else happens," He added, and my heart skipped a beat. Was he going to ask me out, or finally kiss me like I had wanted him to do for so long? "..I've met someone," He states, his mind seeming to be wandering a thousand places, in total contrast to how he had looked a minute ago. "Someone whom I think I can have a relationship with." Go on, Jungkookie. Say the name. Park Jimin.

"She's the most beautiful girl I've ever met. She's kind, considerate, funny," He trailed off, looking beyond me as he recalled all of the wonderful traits about her. No, I can't believe this is happening. "She's got this amazing smile that just.. and these eyes that sparkle even when there isn't any light to reflect them. Her skin makes me shame myself... she's just perfect," He explains in full enthusiasm, causing my dull gaze to withdraw.

The corner of my mouth upturned the slightest bit, barely even anything at all, while I processed everything that this... boy had just said to me. Jungkook has found someone better than me, more worthy than me. Someone whom he can think seriously about, someone whom he would probably never hurt and bruise and scar without thinking what he was doing. This isn't right. All of reality came back and hit me like a tidal wave.

"You... you don't need me? You don't want me? ... Want me to be yours? After all I've done for you?" I began to scrutinize, stepping closer to him, pointing to myself in vain. "I LOVED YOU!" I yelled, tears bursting from my eyes. I couldn't stop them. "AND ALL YOU DO IS PUSH ME AWAY!" I continue, losing myself to him, showing my raw emotions to the only person in the world that I could've imagined myself with for eternity. "Hyung.. I'm sorry, I-I wanted to tell you sooner, but you weren't in the best condition-"

"Best condition?! Just save it," I hissed, leaving his side and walking along the edge of the bridge by myself. My feet dragged, and my mind grew weak. I didn't want to think of anything, didn't want to see anything, so I closed my eyes. I didn't care where I was going, I just blocked my mind off from everything, shielded my delicate heart.

The more I continued forward the wobblier my legs became, and I fell on the concrete sidewalk, forcefully hitting my cheek. "HYUNG!" Jungkook called from the distance, and little by little my senses faded away from me. Footsteps slapped down on the ground one after another, and Jungkook's voice grew fainter as he tried to reach me, but I only let myself go second after second, not bothering to listen anymore.