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"Dad called. He said he won't be able to make it today."

I don't care.

"Hana are you listening?"

"Yes. That's um...sad." I tried to sound sympathetic when in reality, I just didn't care if he came or not. Nothing could compare to the emotions I felt for him. He really chose his work when his daughter was in hospital.

"Though he'll come back tomorrow for sure. A meeting came up, he told me," she sighed heavily, "please don't be upset Hana. You know he-"

"He's out there working hard for us. I know mom."

Watching her expression change from worried to sheepish, I turned over in the hospital bed so I was facing the wall. I was hurting internally more than the outside, but no one could see.

Is money more important? Not your own child?

Why do they not understand that we don't need money. We need our family. Being together in happiness and sorrow is more important, not the stupid paper you work 18 hours a day for...

What if something serious happened to me? I would've been happier, atleast he would have cared. If he didn't consider it important coming back to me, then he probably cares less.

My phone buzzed beside my pillow and I picked it up and squinted my eyes to read the sender's name and it immediately lit up my mood.

Jungkook❤️

I'm here
At the rooftop
Could you come here for a while?
^3^

Me

You're back?
I'll try
See you in 5 minutes
:)

I got up from the bed and looked into the mini mirror my mom brought for me as I fixed my hair. Then I carefully hopped off the bed and wore my slippers.

"When do we go home?" I asked my mother who sat on the other bed, and she looked up from her phone.

"Around 7, why?"

"I was a little bored, so I was thinking of going for a round in the corridors... maybe on the rooftop, to get fresh air." I questioned and she nodded.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, perfectly."

"Then I'll talk to the nurse and we'll ask for your dischargement now. You are too bored."

"No! I mean...we still have two hours until 7. And I was just- I want to walk a little. My legs are sore!" I requested her and she furrowed her brows.

"I'll go with you-"

"No mom," I cut her off in between, "you must be tired... taking care of me alone must have been hard for you. Please take some rest, I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Okay, go. And come back soon. You have to take your medicines." She agreed finally, and I smiled a little.

"Thank you mom," I stepped into her direction for a moment, then moved my feet back again, hesitant.

I want to hug her... she's helped me so much by being here.

But I don't have the courage to do it now.

Maybe I'll do it soon, when I'll be more comfortable.

"Aren't you going?"

"I-I'm going." I waved at her and stepped out of the room, and into the corridor. I still wore the same set of pyjamas since yesterday but I didn't feel ugly in them anymore. The pungent scent of phenol pervaded my nose as I strided through the large corridors and entered the elevator.

As soon as I stepped in, I pressed the button for going up but it didn't work. I checked the light outside the elevator and noticed it was off.

"Sorry for the inconvenience, this lift might not work for a while." A man in white uniform said as he passed by me.

"It's okay, I'll use the stairs." I responded and headed for the stairs instead.

By the time I reached the rooftop, which was apparently on the 7th floor, I was huffing, totally out of breath.

Scurrying over three floors would do this to you.

Oh the things you do for a person.

I tried to control my breathing as I opened the gate to the rooftop, and glanced around to find Jungkook.

I couldn't see him in the mid-afternoon's sunlight which shone so bright I had to squint and cover my eyes to look around. The warm, fresh air made the few plants sway, which were decorated near the railing of the roof. I walked towards the front, roaming my gaze around.

"Jungkook?"

As I reached the end of the railing, I puffed my cheeks as I leaned over to measure the height of the building. I was still panting a little and even felt a little annoyed because I couldn't find Jungkook anywhere.

I was still standing at my place when two arms snaked around my waist and I got startled.

"Hey, girlfriend."

"Ah! You scared me!" I covered my chest with my hand, my heart racing at the speed of a bullet train.

"I'm sorry." He said and tightened his arms around me and I leaned back into him, his hard chest meeting my back. Jungkook rested his chin on my shoulder and I felt happiness oozing out of me at the simple gesture.

"Where were you standing?" I asked as he finally released me and I turned around to take him in. Nothing changed since he left around 11, just-

Oh.

He wore glasses.

"On the other side, I thought you were taking the elevator."

"Oh, it wasn't working. Do you see the sweat?" I pointed to my forehead, "I literally died climbing all those steps."

"I'm sorry, I wouldn't have called you here if I knew the lift wasn't working." He pouted.

"No, it's worth it." I giggled as I reached over to touch his silver earring dangling from his left ear.

He brought his own hand up and clasped it around my hand, staring straight into my eyes. I couldn't keep the eye contact for long as I felt shy and looked down at the ground instead.

"I like your earrings."

"I like you." He whispered and I shook my head, whining.

"Can you say something else? Why do you always make me so shy?"

"I can't help it." He fixed the oval shaped glasses he wore, which slipped down earlier, resting on his nose.

Suddenly a thought struck my mind when I saw his face clearly, in those glasses.

"Jungkook... can I ask you something?"

"Sure." He smiled, his hand still holding mine as he leaned onto the railing beside me.

"Why did you never tell me that you worked for him?"

"Who?"

"Doctor Hoseok. I think we met there for the first time but you never really talked to me that time. Did you forget about me, too?" I asked, trying to improve my memory.

"I'm sorry, I think it really slipped off my mind. I was kind of busy back then." He replied calmly, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand.

"Oh, it's okay." I looked down, my hair gushing back because of the windy weather, "do you know how is he now?"

"I have no idea. I don't work there anymore."

"Oh."

We stood in silence for some time as Jungkook turned to me.

"Hana, it would be better if you don't think about him anymore."

"Why?" I looked up at him, my toes curling in my slippers.

"You're sick, Hana. And you have me. I have you. You don't really have to think about anyone else but yourself. You need to work on yourself and not think about him so much." He pressed his hands on my shoulders and looked at me.

"But...he-he was my therapist."

"No longer."

"How do you know that?" I asked, frowning.

"How long has it been since you last saw him? It's clear that maybe," he paused, taking a deep breathe, "maybe he went away. His clinic must have changed too."

"I really wanted to see him, though. How could he do that? I thought he cared about me." His kind face appeared in my head and I remembered his words.

"If you miss me, I'll know and appear by your side."

"Like a genie?" I had asked.

"Like a genie." He had replied, smiling.

"Hana." Jungkook shook me by my shoulder, bringing me out of my stupor.

"Huh?"

"You look lost."

"I was just wondering." I scratched my hair.

He lowered himself so his mouth was close to my face, his hands still on my shoulders. I closed my eyes, holding my breath. Just then, his lips pressed onto my cheek, at the very corner of my lips. It was so soft, I immediately went tranquil.

"Ah."

"Did you think I was going to kiss you on the lips?" He asked, his voice playful.

"No." I lied.

I was waiting for it.

"You were right back then," he stood straight, stuffing his hands into his pants' pockets, "I would get sick if I kept kissing you. I can already feel the fever coming."

"I'm sorry." I whispered, worried.

I knew that I'd make him sick.

"Hey, it's okay. I was joking." He chuckled, "we have a long way to go...and we gotta try a lot of different things."

"L-Like?" I asked, timidly.

"I'll tell you when the time will come." He winked.

I smiled at him, staring at the sun going down. The sky started to turn orange and I noticed the pinkish-amber hue following through the clouds and reflecting on the earth, on Jungkook's face, which made him look so handsome, like an angel.

"I still cannot believe I'm dating you." I blurted out, suddenly regretting it.

"Why?" He asked, one brow raising.

"Because you're too good, too handsome...and I'm-"

"And you're so beautiful and thoughtful. You were my hero. I instantly started liking you when you saved me from that girl back then. I owe you so much, you don't even know. I could go on forever about you and your good aura." He said, all in one breathe and I couldn't feel more fortunate.

"That's so sweet of you," I bit my lip to supress my grin, "but dating is hard. I have a strict family and I cannot always see you. I don't even know what would happen if my parents would find out. I've never dated someone and I have zero idea how to do anything." I admitted, his hand coming to rest on my head.

"I think your mom already likes me. And about your dad, we'll figure it out. Till then, we'll act like ninjas." He patted my hair softly.

I let out a loud laugh at his words, so hard I had to instantly cover my mouth and look around, to see if anyone else was there beside us. But luckily, there was no one on the terrace, just me, him and the pretty potted plants.

"Too bad our story isn't like those fairytales." I said, grinning sadly.

"Then we'll create one." Jungkook whispered.

My smile stretched even more as I rested my head on his hand, leaning into his side. We stood there in absolute silence, staring at the sunset.

I don't think I've ever felt this safe. This happy. This comfortable with anyone.

I never want to lose Jungkook. I will never let him go. I love him. Too much that I would die if I let go of him.

"You know, some months ago I tried to commit suicide." I broke the silence, remembering my past.

"You...told me." He simply said.

"That time, I purposefully used a blade and tried to kill myself because my situation was so bad, that I didn't even feel like living. I just wanted to end things and get free of the pain."

"I've never thought about ending my life but your thoughts really sounded tragic, I'm sorry, Hana." He looked genuinely sorry. I sighed.

"Because you know, I didn't really know what was the meaning of life. I didn't have anyone to share my pain with. I felt weak and helpless... I still do but," I paused, "but after I met you, and doctor Hoseok and your funny friend Tae, I realised life could be beautiful. Only when you are surrounded by people who make life worth living."

"That is very true. I can't imagine what would have happened if you..." his voice faded in the end and I tightened my grip on his arm.

"Yesterday when I was in physical pain, I prayed to God to ease it because I didn't want to die." I smiled, "Can't believe something so unexpected happened and my life took a turn where I decided to live. I realised life is good, and when life is good, you don't want to die."

"I'm glad you're safe." Jungkook smiled at me, "my life is similar to yours. It's just that, I don't count on my happiness. I was barely living my life until now. But now, I too have a reason to keep going."

"Do I make you happy, Jungkook?"

"The happiest I've ever been, Hana."

I closed my eyes and leaned into him once again, taking in his sweet scent and his warm comforting aura. He snaked his arm through my waist and gripped me tightly, like I was too fragile.

"I have to go down now, my mom must be waiting." I slowly detached myself from his form, which seemed quite hard when all I wanted to do was hug him for hours.

"Yeah, I'll try to make it to your house some time soon. Call me when you get home." He told me, turning his back in a way so that he shielded me from the sunlight.

"You won't come when I'll get discharged?"

"I have some work to do. Otherwise I'd absolutely be there." He said, walking closer to me. He looked back and then to the left, where the staircase was and then looked at me.

"It's okay." I whispered.

Jungkook leaned in and pressed his lips onto mine, both of his hands on either side of my jaw. I raised myself on my tiptoes so I could tilt my head and compress my lips onto his. We both smiled against each other's mouth, our heartbeats in rhythm.

He released me and looked down shyly, pretending to remove something from the hem of his pants.

"I'll miss you." He murmered, his voice sounded gloomy.

"I will miss you too, Jungkook." I said, still feeling the weight of his lips on mine as I started to walk back, and waved at him for one last time before turning to the stairwell.

"Take care!" He exclaimed as I stepped one step down and I looked back, giving him the biggest smile I could offer. "You too", I murmered.

By the time I walked back to my room, mom wasn't there. I sat back on the bed as I raised myself up, staring at nothing.

I miss you doctor...

You said you'll come to me if I missed you. You even know my house, I can't come to you but you can.

Then why don't you?

Where even are you?

I remembered that psychiatrist telling me that he was once in touch with doctor Hoseok. I wanted to ask him more about him so I could find a way to connect with him again.

He was just like Jungkook to me. If I don't want to lose Jungkook, then I don't want to lose him either. I want to keep all of them in my life.

When my mom entered the room, I looked at her directly and she picked up the glass of water.

"Take your medicine."

"I will meet him, mom." I muttered, confidently.

"Who?" She asked as she handed me the glass of water.

"The...the psychiatrist. I am ready for another meeting."

"That's so good! I thought you'd never wanted to see him. He talked to your father yesterday as well." She beamed.

Not for any other reason but solely for his sake. For doctor Hoseok.

Even Jungkook remembers him. Dr. Kim knows him. I'll find a way back to him and meet him. At any cost.

I took the medicines and laid back in bed and closed my eyes. I never had too many friends in my entire life but I cherished the ones I met in my depressed phase. Who brought me back to life when I didn't want to live anymore. I didn't want to lose contact with them, no matter what.

"Mom." I muttered from the bed and she turned to me.

"Hmm?"

"Thank you." I smiled weakly at her and she walked to the bed, softly cupping my cheek.

"For what?" She asked.

"Everything. You weren't as bad as I thought you were. I mean not the bad bad! I think we never really understood each other and that's what led to our relationship being... awkward."

Shit. It's the drugs in the medicines talking. I'm not so poetic.

She brought her hand up to my forehead and brushed my hair out of my face.

"Get some sleep."

I know she wants to say something as well but she won't.

"Mhm..." I closed my eyes while she caressed my forehead gently until I fell asleep in the span of a few seconds.

A/N

Awkward chapter but character growth is important.

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