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January 1st 2017
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First day of the year. I made it. Honestly if you asked me about five months back where I seen myself next year, I would answer probably six feet under. That is if I was being totally and completely honest.

Anyways, I'm still here.. and i'm pretty proud to be still alive. Sure, it sucks that I cannot walk but, I've learned to accept it.. I've learned that no matter what happens, i'm strong. I'm strong enough to make it even without working legs.

"You okay kookie?" Ah yes. Kim Taehyung. The boy I met while I raced down the hall. You see, ever since that night I kind of had my mood lightened, or maybe my depression pills finally kicked in? Either way, I saw life just a bit differently.. and thats good, I really needed that.

Taehyung is a great friend. Probably one of the best ones I had— besides for one but we don't speak of him, yet. For now, Taehyung was probably one of my greatest friends and, I really needed him in this part of my life.

"I'm fine Tae." I reassured him as I dragged my lower half up more to make myself sit properly on the bed, grabbing my pillow to fluff it up before putting the pillow back where it was originally at and that was near my back area.

The boy gave a nod, moving onto the foot side of my bed. Suddenly grabbing my feet. "Exercise is good." The boy suddenly spoke. That spiked my suspicion as I raised an eyebrow, tilting my head.

"Tae, what are you doing?" I asked with an eyebrow raised. At this point, I already knew what he was getting at and my blood began to boil.

The dirty blonde gave a sheepish smile as he rubbed his neck. "Well.. a little bird told me that you still have a ch-" The moment I heard Taehyung even try say the word, I stopped him.

"If you say the c word you could gladly leave." I interrupted the boy, my face suddenly back with the cold expression. "And I know that little bird is Hoseok." I scoffed, rolling my eyes. I heard the word so many times and hope more than enough times just to be let down, every single time.

I watched as Taehyung's smile faded and was replaced with a frown. His skin becoming more pale than usual. "Sorry.. he just.. came up to me.. and well, you know-" I bit at the inner side of my cheek, looking elsewhere for a moment.

"Shut up Taehyung, I don't want to hear it okay? I have no chance of walking, not anymore. So shut up!" I looked at the teary eyed boy with a piercing stare. Though I softened as I seen the fright in the males eyes.

"I'll let you be then.." I watched the boy scurry off the foot side of my bed and walk out of my room. I sighed and rubbed my face, biting down on my lip.

Why can't people see that I don't want to try anymore.

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Taehyung's pov.
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'Shut up Taehyung' replayed in my head like a broken record. Maybe if I had just left the topic alone I could be in the hospital room with Jungkook. Maybe If I just shut my trap I could be admiring the stupid boy— stupid cute boy that is.

I sighed and nibbled at my lip. I always manage to mess up everything for myself. I picked at my fingernails, letting my legs sway back and forth as I sat on the edge of the bed. Being honest, it was hard getting Jungkook to tell me his story, or just getting him to open up to me in general. I guess the only reason he told me was because I wouldn't stop nagging him.. but thats what I do.

Thats what I do. I repeated in my head over and over until a light bulb was over my head— acting like I was some sort of cartoon as I stood up.

Wait—

"Thats what I do" I spoke to myself and clasped my hands together. I quickly hurried out of my hospital room and took the IV off before I quickly ran back to Jungkook's room. I was already out of breath and his room was only down the hall. Eventually I caught my breath, walking in slowly.

"Last time I checked, I am your hyung. You will respect me and you will let me take you somewhere. Now lets get you off that bed and on the wheelchair!" I spoke with a such a cheerful voice— I even managed to cringe at myself.

This is going to be eventful.