Jungkook: 2 May Year 22

When I lifted my head, I was standing in front of Namjoon’s shipping container. I opened the door and entered. I gathered up a bunch of clothes scattered about, wrapped myself up, and laid down. A big chill went through my body. I wanted to cry as my whole body shook. But I didn’t. 

 

Yoongi had been standing on the bed when I opened the door and entered. There was fire burning around the edge of the sheets. Fury and fear that I couldn’t endure twisted through my body in that moment. I’m not very good with words. I was clumsy when it came to expressing my feelings and persuading people. Tears filled my eyes and I started coughing, making it even harder to speak. As I jumped through the fire, all I could barely get out was, “You know we all promised to go to the sea together.” 

 

“What’s wrong? Did you have a bad dream?” Someone shook my shoulders, causing me to open my eyes. It was Namjoon. I felt an unknown wave of relief. After touching my forehead, Namjoon said I had a fever. It definitely felt like it. The inside of my mouth was on fire, but I was also unbearably cold. I had a throbbing headache and my throat hurt. I was barely able to take the medicine Namjoon bought for me. “Go back to sleep. We’ll talk later.” I nodded my head. Then I said, “I want to be an adult like you.” Namjoon looked back.    

 

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