For Him... [BTS J.JK]

2: Unfriendly

Your POV

I put my pen down and shrugged the cramp that crept onto my shoulder, cracking my fingers, I took my sketchbook and aggressively tapped it against the the metal of the bed.
Stopping mid way when an annoyed grunt filled my ears, quickly I turned my head, cringing as I woke Jungkook up from his slumber.

Instinctively I picked my pencil up to write an apology, however the object lifelessly dropped as I watched him stare into nothing once again. I scribbled in frustration, mentally cursing myself. Even if I did write it, the boy wasn't going to see anything but black tar before him.

I felt my anxiety slowly surge through my head.
How were we supposed to communicate?
Jungkook looked completely oblivious to the fact that he even owns a tongue, and wasn't going to utter a single syllable anytime soon.
Laughing bitterly to myself, I want to hear him talk- though I can't even hear myself.
I sighed, fiddling with the cotton on my hand from another test, the vile object knows nothing but to suck blood with no mercy.

I was pulled out of my trance with a quiet knock on the door. I sat up in excitement as I saw my best friend Lee Jieun peep through the door.
I ushered her in, reminding her not to be too loud as she sat on my bed.

"Who's that?" She mouthed, casting an eye over to Jungkook, snapping her head back when the latter stares at her.
I placed a hand before me signalling for her to wait as I turned to a fresh page on my pad, clicking my pen I began to write.

'Jungkook, my new roommate- he can't see'

I showed her with a pout dressed on my features. Jieun glances over at Jungkook in momentary concern, before turning to me.
Tapping my knees in excitement she moved close to whisper in my ear.
"Like they say, love is blind" she hushed into my ear.
I look at her bewildered as my eyes widened. The mere giggle that passed her lips was enough for me to launch my foot to her knee.
Shaking my head in disappointment, she winced and silently rubbed it.

"Hi Jungkook, I'm Y/n" Jieun announced, clamping my mouth shut from my protesting gasps, the other hoisting my hands down from strangling my best friend, perhaps to wring the stupidity out of it too.

Jungkook POV

I groaned as I was abruptly awoken from my sleep with continuous smacks to a metal that hammered through my head.
Shakily I brought myself up to sit, resting my head on the wall above my head and the banging stopped. 
I closed my eyes yet again, the action brought the slightest comfort within me, or was it the denial that my life is now plunged into darkness. Well probably both.

Ears peeking up to a whisper I groaned, forgetting that I have a so called 'roommate'.
Silently hoping she'd be considerate and leave me mum for the rest of my time here, not in a mood to get friendly with anyone so it doesn't prolong my stay in this hell.

"Hi Jungkook, I'm Y/n" I heard the feminine voice call out. Refusing to look at her direction, I screwed my eyes shut and pretended to sleep, hopefully that'll convince her enough.

"Are you sleeping-"
"What do you want?" I spat, becoming irritated by the second as she lightly scoffs.
"Nothing" her voice increasing in pitch as she huffed.
"Exactly, Nothing. You have nothing to do with me, I have nothing to do with you. And it should stay that way" I barked in an icy tone.
Swinging my legs off the bed and slowly lowering them to the ground.
I kept my arms before me, feeling for an object to support my body with. Already feeling suffocated in this environment, I tried to mask the fear of the darkness that dwelled in my eyes, mentally noting to get used to it.

Suddenly, I felt a piercing pain which sent chills up my spine, groaning as I stubbed my toe against the bed. Losing my balance as I reached out to frantically grab anything, saving me the embarrassment from face planting to the floor.

Immediately I heard hurried steps, a comforting hand followed soon after, as it laid on my chest.
Panic driven I pushed the force off me, wincing at the pain that was partially evident, the other as a crash sounded through the room. A momentary cacophony of clatters followed by a shaken whimper.

I felt a harsh yank to my collar, demanding me to follow with disorientated steps, I didn't struggle much with the smaller figure, but the low hiss of anger and my back colliding with the mattress once again I scowled at the owner.

"Listen here, this isn't some playground where you go can do what you please, and most definitely not harming others. We don't need more of you" the voice was laced with venom and I recognised the touch to be Yoongi, trying to pry his hold off as he injected me with sedatives to calm my nerves down.

Your POV

I let out a whimper as my body collapses to the floor, falling on my hands I stretch my fingers, though not broken. The red liquid began seething its way out of my palm.
Jieun hit the call button, and Jimin and Yoongi came rushing in.
Jimin knelt in front of me, brows furrowed in concern as he scans my hand carefully.
"It's not that deep, thankfully" he whispered. But as if I was ears to it, my eyes fixated on how Yoongi held a struggling Jungkook in his hold.

Jimin slipped his hands under my arms and hoisted me up onto my bed, feeling slightly weak I was still focused on the brunette.
Admittedly I felt hurt by his actions, though understandable at his sudden panic when he's not aware of his situations.
I watched helplessly as his eyes roll back and he's knocked out from the sedatives, wincing as I feel the antiseptic burn against my skin.

'Why'd you do that, why'd you say my name'

I turned to Jieun with a deep frown.
"Come on Y/n, I was only trying to help you communicate, after all you both are roommates, besides, what's the worst that could happen?" she replies, bringing her hands up in defence.
On cue Jimin and Yoongi, the pair share uncertain looks amongst each other

'But it's your voice, not mine'

I retorted, Jieun merely looked at me, rather amused at my behaviour making me frown more.
"So what Y/n, it isn't like your voice has gone forever, once you are treated for your lang-" she paused struggling to recall the words to her tongue.

"Laryngeal Cancer" Jimin chipped in, earning a kick to his shin from the older male beside him
(A/n: this is used for fictional purposes only and is not aimed to discriminate to any affected. Please avoid this story from here on if you feel uncomfortable)

Tears sprung to my eyes as I looked down, trying to hold back a choked sob as the tears wafted over my vision. Writing diligently with my shaking hand as I sniffled.

'You said that last time, and I lost my voice. How sure are all of you that I won't lose anything more?'

I threw it in their faces, Jimin and Yoongi sighing in defeat as Jieun looks at me and attempts to place her hand. But stops as I shrug it off and pulls it back. Jimin moving to silently cover my frame with an extra cover.

Not wanting to face their pitiful eyes I turned to face Jungkook. Watching his chest rise in rhythm with his slow breaths, without warning he moves to his side.
His cold hand brushing against mine, making me flustered however too tired to cooperate I let his fingers graze against mine for the rest of the evening as we slept.