"Jungkook it's time to go." Dad knocked at my door before opening it and finding me putting my hoodie on.

It's been a month since my final chemotherapy session and today my Dad is going to drive me back to the hospital for my evaluation. So far, my leg hasn't caused me any trouble. I went back to school and none of my friends knew what really happened. My life and theirs continued just the way it was before. I wonder it's the same for her.

I never got the chance to talk to her again. I heard that they went out of the country a week after I saw her. Their house has been empty since then. Is it a vacation? Or did they move away permanently?

No one knows.

She didn't have a lot of friends so no one really noticed that she was gone. Only me.

"You ready?" Dad asked as I climbed onto the passenger seat. I gave him a nod and he smiled, driving away from the house. "Hey, guess who I saw earlier at the supermarket?"

"Who?" I nonchalantly spoke while messing around with my phone, looking for a song to play in the car.

"Y/N's parents! They're back in town. Apparently, they just went to visit Y/N's grandparents." Dad chirped and glanced at me briefly to see how I'd react. "You haven't seen Y/N in awhile. Why don't we invite them over for dinner later?"

I shrugged my shoulders in response. "I guess we could? Whatever."

I do feel bad about the last time. The words I told her. I was venting out the anger that I had towards myself. The angst that resulted from my own incompetence. I am not well. I know that but I was also not trying to be better by succumbing into my own dark void. It was unfair for her. I guess I should tell her I'm sorry later.

We arrived at the hospital and I did the usual routine lab tests. Immediately after, my Dad and I were called into the Oncologist's office. He's a doctor that treats patients with Cancer like me. He greeted us warmly and that made me ease up a bit because that must mean that there's no bad news. The treatment is going well, he said.

Since I was diagnosed with this condition, I picked up a habit of reading people's expressions. It's not something I'm good at. I'm not always correct but, most of the time, I'm right.

We went home with a bunch of medications that I have to take daily. The moment we reached home, I went in and watched TV while my Dad went to invite the neighbors over later for dinner. Since earlier, I could see how excited he is. We never really had guests over since Mom passed away because my Dad focused on working and raising me by himself. He has forgotten how to enjoy his life. Instead of drinking out with friends, he stays in to cook dinner and make sure he drives me to my chemotherapy or physio appointments on time. On top of that, he has to make a living because my medications are not really cheap.

Even though I particularly dislike socializing with adults, this is the least I could do for my Dad. Besides, how bad could it be? Aside from the tedious, repetitive talk and lame jokes, I think it would go well.

"Jungkook, I'm going out to get stuff for the dinner later, wanna come with?" I heard Dad asking from the kitchen.

"I don't feel like going out." I said as I turned the TV off and head for the stairs. "I'll be in my room."

Dad uttered a quick okay before getting into the car while I grip on the stair's railing to get myself upstairs. I try not to use crutches as much as possible. My physiotherapist also advised that I practice climbing stairs on my own to get the strength in my leg back. After a few minutes, I got myself upstairs and into my bed. I laid back, sprawled like an eagle and thats when I heard a piano being played from outside. From Y/N's house.

She's playing a nursery rhyme?

Pff.

I smiled to myself. The tune is awfully familiar for some time until it evolved into something else, into something beautiful, like when you eat something that you used to eat all the time and then you get a taste of it after a long time. It felt like that.

I've never heard a piano being played like this. It was the second time that I thought Y/N was cool. The first time was when we laid together in the backyard and we listened to music together under the stars. I closed my eyes and pictured that moment again with this music playing, bouncing playfully in the air like beads and then bursting like bubbles.

The more I listen to it, the more I see her smiling face. It felt like therapy. A different kind that makes your soul feel better? Is there such a thing?

The music stopped abruptly and I was forced back into my world. Is it over?  I waited for her to continue but the music didn't resume.

It's over.

🌼

"Welcome!" My Dad answered the door and happily greeted our guests. "Oh, someone's missing."

"Sorry. Y/N wasn't feeling well." Her parents said and it got me thinking that it wasn't like her but I guess I should give her some slack.

I always saw her with a cheerful grin so I thought she's someone who never feels down. She's human. She can feel down and get sick. She can get angry or cry when she wants to. People forget that sometimes and I'm guilty of that too. I'm not so different from others after all.

I met her parents. Both of them are doctors. Her mother is a family doctor and her father has a specialty that is too difficult to pronounce. They're nice.

"Is she okay?" My Dad asked over dinner. I'm glad he did because I wanted to know too. "Is she sickly?"

"Not really. She's always been a healthy child. She just caught an occasional flu, that's all." Her mother replied with a smile. Of course they would know their daughter's health well. They are doctors.

"She's just waayyy into the sick person role. You know what I mean?" Her Dad joked and they laughed together. He glances at me and asked. "How about you, Jungkook? How are you holding up?"

"I'm good." I replied without making eye contact. "Thank you for asking."

"Man of few words, I see." Y/N's dad gave me a small smile. "Y/N is a different thing. She can make a whole essay out of that simple question."

"He's just shy around new people." Dad replied and have me a pat on the back. "Jungkook is very different from Y/N but they get along well. I'm glad they're friends."

Dinner was over and our guests went back home. I helped clean up and afterwards decided to stay downstairs for a bit. Dad said he was tired so he'd go to bed first. I went outside in the backyard and I was glad I did because I found her sitting there on the grass, looking at the starless sky. There was no fence between us so all I had to do was walk up to her but that was harder than I expected. Not because of my handicap but because I was reminded of what I told her the last time we saw each other.

She looked different without a smile. Not a hint of her usual cheerfulness in her face. Did something happen?

I managed to get myself over to her side and sat down next to her with my legs extended while her were crossed. "Hey," I spoke.

"Hey." She replied without sparing me a look.

"Um, about the other time.." I stuttered in my speech, not knowing how to go about it. "When I told you that, I'm sorry."

"Told me what?" Y/N said, turning her head to look at me and for the first time in a long time, I saw her face. Without a smile. "I don't even remember it."

"Ohh. Then I guess it's okay?" I spoke, flustered as the moonlight illuminated her face and I cpuld see her clearly in front of me. "I heard you were sick.. are you feeling better now?"

"Sick?" She reiterated, her eyes staring blankly up at the sky and reflecting the moon in it. "I feel better."

There it is. Her smile. I felt more at ease after I saw her smiling. I really thought something happened to her. "I didn't know you play the piano?"

"Did you think I was cool?" She grinned and jumped on me out of the blue. How her mood changes always surprise me. "I was like Mozart, right? Right??"

"I.. thought you were good." I told her straightforwardly. "But why did you stop halfway?"

"I don't feel like it." She showed me a scowl but immediately eased up into a grin.

"Twinkle, twinkle little star.. how I wonder what you are!" She jumps up on her feet and randomly began to dance and twirl while singing. Her dress hikes up whenever she raises her hand and it was so obvious that she only wore panties underneath it.

"I can see your underwear!!?" My face heated up. I looked away to avoid seeing it as she danced away, barefooted. I'm not even going to ask if she's crazy.

Because,

She is definitely out of her mind.

In a good way.