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Jimin
The car winds up the mountain road, twisting and turning. I don't know if the world is spinning or if it's just me. Leaning my head against the cool glass of the window, I close my eyes. My throat feels dry and tight, which makes breathing difficult. I can feel Jungkook's worried glances. "You okay?" he asks. I nod quickly and lean across the dashboard, turning on the radio as a distraction.
I watch as Jungkook bobs his head along to the music, singing softly. I gently touch his arm, all taut muscle and smooth honey skin. "You could be a singer with that voice" I mutter. Jungkook chuckles softly, moving his head to the side slightly. "No way....I'm not that good and anyway, I'd only want to sing to you" he says. I smile sadly. Jungkook's hair has grown from the schoolboy haircut he sported a couple of weeks ago; its swept to the sides, the parting down the middle making him look more mature, unlike the student he was when we first met.
He could do so much, if we weren't here, if circumstances were different. But they aren't. And its never more clear then when Jungkook points towards the distance.
"There, that's it isn't it? That's the house" Jungkook exclaims, leaning forward. I hold up the old photograph to the window and nod. The faint shadow of a house in the photo matches the house sitting on the cliff in the horizon. "Yup, its the house" I say before coughing as we draw closer to the town. Jungkook slows down the car, looking at me worriedly.I open my mouth to try reassure him but that only triggers another, more violent coughing fit.
Jungkook brings the car to a stop, switching the hazard lights on and rubs my back. "Its okay, its okay. You're okay" Jungkook says quietly. I turn away from him, wiping the splattering of blood from my hand. "I'm fine" I croak, turning back to him. Jungkook doesn't look convinced and hands me a bottle of water. "We can go to a doctor...I'll drop you off and then hide out somewhere, stay low and then-" he starts before I cut him off.
"What about our promise? You promised we'd stick together and that's what we're going to do" I say determined. Jungkook runs his hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. "I didn't promise to let you wither and die before my eyes" he mutters. I bit my lip and take his hand. "We can stop off at a pharmacy and get something there, okay" I say, touching his cheek. "I should've knocked you out and dragged you to a hospital" he mutters, but there's a smile on his lips.
"Things might have been different but it wouldn't be the same.........I wouldn't be in love with you"
a/n wow time flies. I didn't realise I hadn't updated in almost a week since I was busy revising.
