Courage, Dear Heart (Liskook ff)

(93) To Comfort & To be Comforted

JUNGKOOK's POV

It was eight o'clock when I finally drove up my driveway, and it was still bright. I bitterly smiled; the world never felt quite so depressing when it was bright. I had spent the whole afternoon in the hospital with my friends, listening to her doctor's review about her recent improvement. Rose just saw that Lisa slightly moved her hand while I was talking to her. I never seen it but it made my hopes up.

I shoved toward the kitchen to threw a chicken curry which Jin bought for me a while ago into the microwave and sat down to wait at the dining table. Outside on the pool area, which was few floors away from my unit, I could still hear the kids playing happily. I always love when the bright evenings came. Lisa loves the thought and sight of that: the moon and stars shining brightest in the night sky.

I thought back over my day and decided it had been a good one. Though it didn't start right but at least it ended like how we wanted to be: giving us a hopeful vision.

The microwave beeped. I took the dish out and began to fill it into my stomach. After finishing my on-time dinner, I directly headed to my room and waited myself to doze off.

"I wish you were here beside me, Lisa. Hugging me. Kissing me while I'm on your collarbone, doing my favorite routine" I mumbled as I hoped she would appear in my dream.

I felt a cold chill run down my spine. Like Lisa was here, hitting my arm because of embarrassment. A small smile crept into my lips.

"Goodnight my Lisa" I said before closing my eyes, hoping for a good dream.

~

I decided to have a breakfast first before I head out to the school. As I smelled Lisa's another favorite scent in this place, I carried my tray with a cinnamon roll and tiny paper cup from the counter bar to a table near the front window. I chose an outward-facing seat so I could see the people walking past through the parking lot.

Lisa loves to do this as I recently noticed it. I wonder what was she getting on this.

My gaze darted on the other side as I saw Suga, taking his order from the counter. He walked over to me, humming to himself and carrying his tray with one hand while he returned his wallet to the back pocket.

"I'll take this seat. I won't take no for an answer" he straightly warned me as he immediately took the seat in front of me.

"Morning too, Suga" I greeted as I started to tear off my roll.

"Glad your senses are back" he pierced his burrito with a plastic knife and began to saw.

"I have to. She would be disappointed if I continued to act that way." I glanced at the ceiling and sighed.

"The hell she will" tilting his head, he wiped a stream of sauce off his chin.

We went into a silent mode as I didn't know how to continue this conversation. Both of us didn't speak afraid that we might say things that can pull us back for being sad.

"Really? Burrito with a coffee? I thought you don't drink coffee?" Suga just shook her head and took a deep breath, filling his lungs for an elaborate run-down, then bit his lip and shook her head once again as though there was just too much to say.

"Yea, I don't. I hate the acrid taste that mopes in my tongue after taking a sip"

"But why did yo-"