"how's you and jimin?" seokjin says.
"we're good." i say as i sigh.
"something wrong?" seokjin says.
"yeah.." i say.
"what's wrong?" seokjin says.
i look at him and i say, "jimin."
"what?" seokjin says.
"jimin is what is wrong. he doesn't love me anymore." i say.
"why..?" seokjin says.
"i don't know why! why don't you fucking ask him! what is wrong with me? why am i so damn boring!" i scream.
"woah.. jungkook.. calm down." seokjin says.
guilt takes over me as i mutter, "sorry."
"it's alright," seokjin says as he pats my back, "don't worry jungkook, maybe he'll realize."
"anyways, jungkook.. let's do your monthly check ups." seokjin says.
even though i'm not in the hospital anymore, he still does check ups for me for free. he does it because he wants to make sure i'm healthy, especially because of my lung cancer and now that i dance.
i step on the scale as i hear a,
beep!
and i step back down.
"144 pounds.." seokjin says as his jaw drops.
"you were 163 pounds 3 months ago!" seokjin says.
"o–oh." i say.
"you better start gaining some weight," seokjin says, "do you want to be skinny? jimin doesn't like skinny boys."
