Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
★━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━★
One week later-
Oh...
Oh no..
I'm out of medicines.
Taking out the last capsule that Dr. Hoseok prescribed me, I checked the packet again as I realised I don't have any more medicines left.
I had to visit him today.
But I don't have money now.
I sighed, gulping down the last capsule with water as I got up from my bed, strolling to the window for the fifth time.
I can't go out.
So let me just adore the nature from this window.
I peeked out, slightly shifting the curtains as I looked down from the seventh floor of my building.
I noticed some kids playing nearby. People walking in the garden. Smiling, giggling and talking.
Wow. What a leisure.
I rolled my eyes as I sniffled back, noticing Yena, Mrs. Han's daughter who was coming back to the building, probably from her coaching classes.
She's so smart.
Her silky black hair, long enough to reach her hips, her pretty face with those pink lips, small eyes and a beautiful voice. She's really charming.
I wish I could be like her.
I looked in the mirror beside my window, glancing at my own self.
Ugly.
Insecure.
Thin.
Weak.
I took out a breathy sigh. That's me. God really does hate me.
I wonder what he would be doing?
What was his name?
Jung....
I don't remember.
I took steps back to my bed, laying down again as I tried to recall that day.
I thought he was a coconut..
I chuckled unintentionally, as I remembered his chubby face.
He was cute.
I remembered Dr. Hoseok's smile, his worthy words and his mesmerizing aura.
Ugh. I wish I could go and meet him once again.
YOU ARE READING
Depressed || JJK
Fanfiction"Are you the cure to my depression?" A girl, usually sad, fragile and always scared about the outcomes of her life. A boy, who seems very optimistic and positive but is broken from inside. Somehow, they cross paths and something immediately clicks b...
