Jungkook's P.O.V

"He's down!"

"...Defeated by the Russian champion"

"Doesn't look too good.."

"The champ's winning streak has now come to a HALT."

"Now that he's lost his title-"

Sitting up straight, his chest heaves from the heavy, labored breaths that leave his mouth. He looks around, bewildered when he sees himself sitting on a single hospital bed in an enclosed room. The walls were gray, and the hair on his arms stood up when there was no openings in the room at all.

No doors, no windows. Just trapped like a bird in a gray box.

"Hello?" He yells, pushing himself off the bed when he notices that he's wearing nothing but a hospital robe on with nothing underneath.

One would expect an echo to reply, but there was nothing. The silence was deafening, but out of that unbearable silence came a deep hum. A reverberating bass that sounded like distant thunder, increasing in intensity and volume until Jungkook felt like it was right behind him.

"What the hell is going on?" He mutters, before turning around to see a TV placed in the middle of the room. The hospital bed had somehow vanished and so did his attire. He looked down to find himself shirtless with this boxing shorts on and his black gloves firmly fastened onto his hands.

The TV was static, gray dots engulfing the screen before it turned on.

"Is this real? The Korean champion is down! He's knocked out! Out like a rag doll and tossed like a tin can, Jeon Jungkook's winning streak has come to a shattering halt!"

On the screen was the day of his fight. Jungkook walked towards the screen, eyes never leaving his unconscious form on the TV, surrounded by medics who carried him away on a stretcher. He shakes his head, refusing to believe what he's seeing.

i... i lost?

He startles, hearing a voice from behind him when he turns around to see his coach standing there.

"I thought you had the makings of a champion in you. I guess I was wrong."

Jungkook takes quick steps towards his coach. "No.. no, coach, you don't understand, I-"

"We thought your sister was a failure.. now look at you.." A new voice invades the room, as Jungkook's eyes are drawn to his parents standing in the room, both overflowing with disappointment as they cast their dark eyes on the wavering boy.

"Mom.. Dad.. please-"

"Finally.. you get a taste of what I've been going through, big brother."

His scarlet rimmed eyes meet the fiery ones of his sister's as he begins to speak with a wavering voice.

"Y/N.. W-why are you-"

"It feels great, doesn't it? To be condemned into the dust once you've been disgracefully pushed aside? It sure feels amazing to watch you fall, though." She spits out, throwing her head back in laughter as Jungkook shakes his head, crouching down onto the floor and hiding his head in his hands.

"Jungkook-ah, Jungkook.. I always knew this would happen some day." Jimin's voice enters the room. "As much as I wanted to knock you out, I'm thankful that your failure will now pave my path to victory! You're worse than your sister now.. she's better than you ever will be." He says, voice twisting, spewing nothing but sadism as Jungkook whimpers.

Everyone in the room continues to laugh and mock him, spitting out words of humiliation until their voices take a turn diabolically, morphing into screams of anger and laughter together.

"Stop.. please, make it stop.. make it stop!!"

He releases a final scream before he feels something take hold of his shoulders, shaking him violently. The room disappears and so does everyone in it as light flows into his view. The mocking screams fade away as another voice invades his senses.

"Kookie! Are you alright? Look at me!"

He blinks and his vision clears to see a familiar figure standing beside him.

Y/N's P.O.V

"Hello?" I wave my hand in front of the sitting man, who had tears flowing down his cheeks.

"Kookie.. What's wrong?" You ask, overflowing with worry. You had woken up suddenly to Jungkook squeezing your hand ever so tightly before screaming the words, "Make it stop".

He looks at you before his eyes dart around the room in alarm before he brings his hands to his face, surprised to see the streams of clear liquid pouring down his cheeks as he wipes them away quickly.

"Kookie.. tell me what happened, please." You say, your hand still holding his tightly. His gaze lowers to your connected hands and he pulls his out of your grip, refusing to meet your eyes.

He opens his mouth to speak but closes it immediately, eyes squeezing shut in pain as he holds the side of his head.

"You aren't supposed to talk.. I forgot.." You say, disappointed as you sit down on the couch before looking at the time.

6:23 a.m

You feel his gaze on you but you turn away, lying back down on the couch with your back facing him.

You hear him shuffle and soon after, your phone vibrates in your pocket. Pulling it out, you open your messages.

💕Big bro✨: I'm alright, Y/N.. It was nothing.

Your eyes linger on the message as you feel your blood boil inside you.

"Are you sure about that?" You say, still lying down with your back facing him as the icon pops up, indicating that he's typing.

💕Big bro✨: What makes you think otherwise?

That's all it took for you to get up from the couch, facing him with balled fists as he looked at you with surprised eyes.

"What makes me think otherwise? The fact that you were screaming out to someone to "make it stop" and squeezing my fucking hand to death, that's why! You're lucky the nurses and doctors didn't hear you, because we would probably be shifted to a goddamn mental asylum."

You spew out in a single breath, taking in a deep one after you finish ranting. Jungkook gulps as he nods slowly, beginning to type on his phone.

💕Big bro✨: It was just a harmless nightmare.

Your heart sinks in defeat and all your hopes of him opening up to you were now beginning to slip away like sand falling through your fingers. 

"Kookie.. please.. be honest with me.." You say, your voice coming out softer, pleading with him.

His eyes refuse to meet your pleading gaze as he types.

💕Big bro✨: I'm being honest, Y/N. What are you expecting me to say?

Your eyes linger on him, searching for anything that you can pick up on him but it's short lasted as a nurse enters the room.

"You have a visitor." She says, and steps to the side to reveal Jimin with two bags in his hands.

"Oh, Jungkook-ah! You're awake.." He says, walking in and placing the bags on the table before his eyes fall on you.

"Hey Y/N.. How was sleeping on a springy old couch?" He says with a smug smile as you shake your head, glancing at Jungkook who's now browsing on his phone.

"Fucking horrible." You say as he chuckles, pointing to the bags.

"I brought food. Do you want some ramen?" He asks, peering into one of the bags in attempt to find the ramen cups.

At the mention of it, your stomach rumbles and you realize that you hadn't eaten since yesterday.

"Kookie can't eat anything as of now.." You say as your eyes travel the drips connected to him.

Jimin nods, shoving his hands into his pockets while bouncing on his feet awkwardly.

"So.. um.." He trails off, eyes darting around the place.

Your phone vibrates and you look at it.

💕Big bro✨: Just go to a damn café near the hospital and eat instead of staring at each other's faces.

You look at Jungkook to see him staring at you with an eyebrow raised as your cheeks burn red. Jimin eyes the two of you. 

"What?" He asks, as you shake your head, walking towards Jimin and taking the two bags.

"I know a place where we can eat.. Let's go." You say as he stares after you, rubbing the back of his neck when you walk out of the room. He turns around to see Jungkook glaring at him.

"What is it with the two of you and glaring at me for no reason whatsoever?" He pipes up, annoyed as he walks out the room, closing the door and jogging to catch up with you.

*~°~*~°~*~°~*~°~*

The bell to the café rings as you push open the door, bowing at the people that greet the two of you.

The place was cozy and warmer than the icy cold outside as you settle at a table in the corner of the café. Jimin sits down opposite you, bending down and taking out two cups of ramen from the bag, pushing one across the table to you. 

A lady walks up to the two of you with a small notepad and pen held ready in her hand.

"What would the lovely couple like to have today?" She says, a pink glow in her cheeks as she smiles.

Jimin and your eyes widen as you feel your heart skip a beat and your cheeks burn crimson. Shaking his head, he says,

"W-we aren't- we're just friends.." He stutters as you look to your hands placed in your lap.

Did we look like a couple?

The lady apologizes as the both of you order some soju to go with your ramen. For the first time, you felt a fluttery feeling in your stomach and your mood had lightened.

Geez.. butterflies?

Jimin glances at you, before clearing his throat and slurping up some noodles. You swore that you saw a small smile creep up on his lips and disappear as soon as it appeared.

Your heart finally manages to calm down as you shove a bunch of noodles into your mouth with your chopsticks, sipping on the bottle of soju soon after.

"So.. we're going shopping tomorrow." Jimin pipes up, eyes still focused on his ramen as he continues to eat.
Furrowing your eyebrows, you ask,
"Shopping? Why?"
"You don't remember? Everyone needs proper equipment.."
"Oh yeah.." you reply, your mind travelling back to when Jimin had hastily snatched away your boxing gloves and disgracing you in front of the others.

Don't be fooled by his smiles, Y/N..

"About that day.. I would like to apologize." Jimin suddenly says, as you look up from your cup in shock to see his gaze directed on you.
"One cup of ramen and you're all soft?" You say with a scoff, lifting the bowl and slurping up the remaining soup in your now empty bowl.
He rolls his eyes, shaking his head.

"Be grateful, I usually don't apologize to anyone.."
He says, repeating your action and downing the bottle of soju.
"Whatever."
You get up from the table, stretching a little before walking to the counter.
You search your pockets, pulling out your credit card to hand over to the lady.

You're action is halted when Jimin's hand catches hold of your wrist.
"What do you think you're doing?"
He asks, burrowing his pockets with his free hand.
"I'm paying, you idiot! Let go!"
You say through your teeth, trying to remove your hand from his grip.
Ignoring your comment, he hands his credit card over to the lady standing awkwardly behind the counter and she swipes it, completing the transaction.

"Jimin! Why'd you do that?"
You whine as he clicks his tongue, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"It's only fair that I pay. I'm sure the hospital bills are a bomb.."
You sigh, nibbling on your lower lip. First, the loss of income from your side and now an extravagant hospital bill to pay.

As much as you hated it, you were grateful in the least.
"Thanks.."
You say, as he smiles a little, nodding his head as the two of you walk back together to the hospital.