[3 months later]

Yoon

It's been 2 weeks that Jungkook admitted in the hospital. He's getting worse. Nowadays, he just laying there on the bed. Sometimes he would laughed and jokes around with me but now, he's not.

It feels like today is his last day. He hasn't woke up from his sleep yet. I was staring at his sleeping pale face, standing at the edge of the bed while holding tight on a scrapbook.

"Yoon."

I felt a hand pressed on my right shoulder as I look up to the person. It's Solji. She gave a faint smile.

"He's gonna be okay."

She mutters. I purse my lips and look back at Jungkook's pale face, heaving out a deep cold breath as it was winter now.

"He always will."

I mumbles. Solji pat my shoulder lightly and left me alone in the room. Yeah, alone.

I can't feel any soul in the room other than me. I'm failing myself as a friend. I kept saying he's gonna be okay. I kept giving him hopes. And now... he's just...

I shut my eyes and lower down my head, trying to hold back tears that were piling up under my eyelids.

"Y-Yoon~"

I heard a weak voice in front of me as I open my eyes and look up. Jungkook were giving me a sickly weak smile. I reply it with a straight line on my lips.

"Yeah, baby."

I walk towards him and sit on the bed, hands holding tight on the medium thick scrapbook.

"I'm okay, hm."

He mutters and it breaks my heart into thousand of pieces. I hold back the tears as long as I could until I couldn't feel anything at all. Until I feel numb and tired. Until I've gave up on myself.

I force my lips to stretch into a smile and try not to look so weak in front of him when I'm breaking apart. I hold his hand. It was cold.

"I got something for you."

His face lighten up as he tried to sit upright. I insist him to lay down but he won't. He want to sit up so I help him and pull up the bed a little for him to lean on as support.

"What is it?"

He asked so I placed the scrapbook on his lap. He look down on it and pressed his right palm on it.

"I wonder what's inside."

He said. I purse my lips and motion him to open the scrapbook. He look a bit surprise to see his photo in it with a little bit of my ugly drawings at the side. He look up at me.

"You actually took my pictures?"

"Why not? You're handsome."

He let out a soft chuckle and went through the book one page by one page, admiring everything in it and sometimes he would weakly laughed over his ugly faces on it.

It makes me feel enlighten.

"Oh? Isn't this at the forest when we're chased by a snake?"

He coo as he point out on a photo of him sitting on the tree trunk, arms crossing and slight pout on his lips, looking up on the trees.

"Yeah, it is."

I reply. He just smile widely. I'm gonna miss that bunny smile of his.

"Oh and this! You actually snap a picture of me half naked while I'm sleeping?!"

He whined. I giggled at his whiney self and ruffled his hair. Some of his hair stuck on my hand so I quickly pull away but he notice it and his smiles just fade away.

"I'm not handsome anymore, Yoon."

He mutters which quite saddens me. I remove the hair from my hand and went closer to him, cupping his cheeks as I look into his eyes. It wasn't bright anymore. It's dull. I heaved out a small sigh.

"Listen, you're always be the most handsome man I've ever met even though there's a bunch of mens out there. Idols, actors, just anyone can't compare to your handsomeness. You're ethereal, Jeon Jungkook."

I speak up, not wanting him to feel bad about his sick self. I could see his eyes welled up with tears as he hold my hand and pull it down.

"I love you, Yoon."

"I love you too, hm."

I shook his hand a little and motion him to continue flipping the pages. Until one page, there's none. I'd stopped. He look up at me.

"Why didn't you finish it? Are you running out of my pictures?"

I shook my head. That wasn't the exact reason.

"It's gonna be our life journey next."

I have a lot of his photos, too many indeed. I kept it all in on big ass box because it's just too many. From the first time we being friends until now.

7 years of friendship. 7 years of fondness. 7 years of tears we'd shared. 7 years of happiness. 7 years of memories.

And in that 7 years, I'd never get boring of his existence in my life. I'd never regret having him as a friend, a boyfriend, a buddy, a husband, a brother, just name it. Anything.

"You're everything to me, Jungkook."

He smiled and nod a little afterwards. Then he flip on the very last page. There's a note stick on it and a polaroid picture of me and Jungkook.

I was headlocking him while he was deadass making a derp face. We're both holding a can of cola in the street at night.

Flashback

We're 17 that time and it was 3 in the morning. In the street alone, chasing around, singing loudly that even the neighborhood yelled at us to keep quiet. We laughed like those crazy people.

We just got back from a convenient store and I was chasing over him for snatching away my camera while I was trying to take a picture of the lamppost. And it was snowing too so it's beautiful.

"Yah, yah, yah! Come here, you jackass!"

I yelled but he just kept running away and when he was far away from me, he would dance stupidly and tease me for being slow.

I'm not slow. I was holding on my cola and I don't want my precious cola to spill. It would be wasted.

"Come on, baby! You're super slow!"

He tease as he turn his back to me and look up to the sky. Maybe waiting for me to reach to him so I quietly rushed towards him and back hug him.

"Gotcha!"

"Yah, my cola spilled!!"

He yelled. I pull away and laugh at him. That time I took my chance to snatch my camera away but he was quick enough. So I lost my chance.

"Not so fast, babygirl."

"Gimme back, Kook!"

"One picture then I'll give you back."

I sighed. He always demand me to take his picture for once when I already had a bunch of it in a box.

"Fine then!"

He turn his back and put up the camera for a better angle. Good thing we're under a lamppost so our faces would be seen.

"C'mon, Yoon. I had a weak arm."

He whined. I rolled my eyes and put him in a headlock. That time he accidentally click on the stutter and it's out.

"Yah! I'm not ready!"

He exclaimed. I laughed at him and quickly snatch away my camera and took the picture.

"It's nice though."

"I look stupid."

"Well you always are."

He glare at me and snatch the picture away from me, shoving it in his pocket.

"I'll keep this."

He said as he walked away. I laughed at him and match on his pace as we went back to his home.

End of Flashback

"You still had this?"

He nodded as he stare at the picture for awhile. My eyes caught the baby blue sticky note on his hand.

"Have the last kiss"

Even though the writing is so messy but I still could read it. I look up to him and he was already stare at the note.

"I don't even have girlfriend."

He mutter. I scooted over to him and cup his face with a small smile crept upon my face.

"But you have a wife."

That's when I decided to kiss him. Passionately, deeply and full of emotions.

He didn't reply me at first. Maybe he was shook. But eventually, he pull me by my waist and deepened the kiss.

The kiss was perfect. It sync. This is the best kiss I've ever had in my 19 years of life. And the fact that this might be the last best one saddens me. I don't want this to end. I want to stay in this goddamn position forever.

While the kiss is still ongoing and a soft moans echoed, I could feel tears on his cheeks. And the kiss is getting weaker and weaker.

I know it's time but neither one of us want to stop the kiss. He kept on trying his best not to lose on the kiss but he's getting weaker. The grasp on my waist loosen.

His lips slowly stopping from moving. So did I. Eyes closed as I heard a long pitched note echoing the room.

I don't want to open my eyes. I don't want to leave his lips. I don't want to back away. But then I realize... I know...

It's over.

To Be Continued

u know it's not the end when it says 'to be continued' right? or u really thought it's over?