Rotten Aegyo// txt choi beomgyu ff

He's here.

[The story is continued in Hana's view]

----------------hospital room----------------

"I'm really sorry that I wasted your time..." my eyes trailed away from the pair of unsettlingly inquisitive eyes that blinked. 

"Why would you apologize?" He looked puzzled at my sudden apology. "You were hurt."  

"Ah...I meant-- just-- thanks a lot..." I still couldn't bring myself to look directly at him. "For both sending me here and visiting." 

I flashed the kindest smile I could. Seeing this, Jungkook's already large eyes became even larger, and through them, I could even see reflections of the falling cherry blossoms outside the window. Then, those pupils became moon-shaped as soft aegyo sal appeared underneath. His lips curved to reveal bunny-like teeth.

It was a captivating smile that expressed a feeling of tenderness unprecedented to my experience.

I couldn't help but feel my heart throb in silence.

"I'm glad to see you alright!" Jungkook said cheerfully while standing up. "I can leave without worrying now."

"Worry?" I asked and looked up. He was completely different. Completely different than...

"Isn't it natural to worry about someone you care about?" The corners of his eyes drooped in curiosity.

"Someone...you care about?" I couldn't help but whisper. 

"Yeah!" He smiled again. "I care about---"

*CREEEEAK*

It was an old hospital, and the loud creak of the door interrupted Jungkook's sentence. Both of us looked toward it. 

How...how did he know?

Someone had pushed the door open and entered the room. Sweat made his auburn hair tangle into a mess, flowing onto his flickering eyelashes and down his chin. He tried to speak as soon as he came in, but his heaving breaths prevented that. Instead, he lifted his eager eyes to meet mine. 

It felt different. Though that pair of eyes were still piercing, they were also sad. It was so sad that my eyes started watering up uncontrollably. 

"Kim Hana..." Beomgyu finally manage to vocalize. Tears were building up, and I couldn't see anything except a faint outline of the same checkered pants he wore to the convenience store that day. "Hana..."

A streak of tear sidled down my cheeks.

"I like you."