Heaven

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I awake in a gigantic, white room.
It was absolutely glorious. I was on a huge master bed, and the furniture around me was decked in shiny crystals. There were dishes of food surrounding me, probably more expensive than I could ever afford.
I honestly thought I was in heaven until I heard the ugliest noise ever.

Besides me in bed, there's a stranger facing away from me. The facial features of this man did not resemble Taehyung at all.

I kick the stranger out of my bed and scream,
"Who the heck are you?"
The stranger groans as he picks himself up. He pushes his hair away from his face, finally revealing his identity. This stranger was Jungkook.

"Wh-what are you doing in my bed? What are you doing with me in heaven?" I pull my covers over me in fear.
Jungkook groans as he stretches his back. "You're not in heaven, you're alive Y/n....And you don't remember what happened a few days ago?"

"Whatchu talking about Nochu? I'll just leave." I get up and tried to stand with one of my legs, but it was too painful. I stumble and fall backwards onto the bed again.

"Well that was awfully pathetic," Jungkook chuckles.

Memories flood back of me being shot, Jungkook carrying me in his arms, and me shamelessly burying my face into his chest. I look up at Jungkook and he's smirking, obviously also thinking about our skinship.

"I don't remember much," I lied. "Just being shot in the leg."
"Too bad. There were some interesting memories alongside the pain. We got awfully close." He crawled closer to me.

I blushed and turned away from him.
"I know you're lying and do remember, y/n. It's nothing to be ashamed about." He places a strand of my hair behind my ear.

I groaned and ignore him. I roll up my pant leg, and discover my calf was tightly covered in bandagaes.
"Was the bullet removed?" I looked down and realized my clothes were completely different from what I was wearing the day I got shot.
"More importantly....did you change my clothes?" I pick up a bowl of fruit that was on the bedside table to throw at Jungkook, if he comes any closer.

Jungkook raises his arms in the air.
"When we reached the hotel, you were knocked out, so it was easy for me to remove the bullet...and no I didn't remove or change your clothes," he informed me, calmly.
"Then who did?"
"A nurse who works here. She didn't question the bandaged leg, I just told her you fell over a pebble when you were walking..which isn't hard to believe because you are a clutz," he chuckles.

I sigh in relief and place the bowl of fruit back on the table. There was no need to question if Jungkook was lying, because his glittering eyes displayed sincerity. And I knew he wasn't one of those trashy guys to take advantage of girls when they were vulnerable. I trusted him.

"I believe you...but ugh my leg is killing me. Wait a second, you said I was out for several days..what day is it?"
"It's Tuesday," Jungkook replies.
"But I got shot Saturday! Which means I was knocked out for 72 hours. Do my parents know where I am? Does my family know I'm safe?" I cry.

"Don't worry I got Bora to cover you with the excuse of a school trip and she photoshopped pictures of you enjoying. I sent text messages of the pictures, indicating you were safe."
I snort. "My parents would never fall for that."

"Oh, really?" Jungkook tosses my phone to me and I catch it.
      I check my text messages between my father and I. Apparently I told him that there was a school trip that I forgot to inform him and mom beforehand. My dad's initial reaction was refusal to believe me and he demanded I come home.
      That was until he received several phone calls from my teacher who assured me I was safe and the trip was necessary apart of my GPA. My father cooled down and Jungkook, posing as me, sent pictures of me with friends in a laboratory.

"How did you get the school to call my parents and tell such an elaborate lie?" I wondered.
"Uh..I bribed them with cash," Jungkook shamelessly shrugs.
I lay down in bed, massaging my temples with my hand and mutter to myself,
"Not even surprised.."

Jungkook sits besides me, resting his arms behind his head.
I don't even bother to yell at him again- my body was drained of energy.

     "When I was unconscious...did you stay in this room alone with me?" I look directly at him.

Jungkook bites his lip. "You don't remember..?"
I shake my head indicating that I did not.

"Well you slipped into and out of unconsciousness these past few days. The bullet hit one of your arteries. Thus, you lost a lot of blood and it impacted your health," Jungkook explained.
I nod. My body was still feeling really weak.

"I couldn't let you starve obviously, so when you were awake, I made sure you ate." He gestured to the abundant amount of extraordinary dishes surrounding us.

"And when you were awake at night...you begged me to not leave you alone and sit in the room. I refused at first, but then you argued with me, and I gave in. I just sat on this chair though," he gestured.
"HAHA!! Why would I even do that...oh, I probably thought you were Taehyung," I stated bluntly, finally coming to the realization.

For a second, Jungkook looked hurt but his shame was quickly masked with a bright smile.
"That makes sense...Well, don't worry we didn't do anything. I couldn't even fall asleep because you kept nagging and yelling at me, like a delirious fool."
I chuckled. "Was I really that bad?"

"You really were. Believe it or not, you were even more annoying than you are in your normal state. I brought you food and you kept whining that you wanted something else. You even threw a plate of nachos at me!"

I place my face in my hands to shield me from his gaze.
"I'm so embarrassing...sorry if I were a burden to you in any way. Is there any way I can make it up to you?" I asked.

"Just go along with the plan, okay? Until we're safe from Namjoon and your bullet wound heals, it's better off we stay on the down low."
"That should be no problem for me...we got Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday off for vacation anyways. There were no tests this week, so we can just email the teachers and make up the work."

Jungkook smiles, content with the calm way I handled this situation.
"Is there really any other way I can repay you? You literally nursed me back to health." I was thankful for his generosity.

Jungkook sighs.

"Y/n, you gotta stop acting so modest. You literally took a bullet for me. Taking care of your injuries was nothing compared to you risking your life for me."

I shyly turned away. "Uh, no I didn't.."
Jungkook points at me. "Aha, you looked away from me and avoided eye contact!"

I roll my eyes. "So?"

"Every time you lie, you always avert your eyes from the person you're speaking to. Which means that you felt Namjoon would shoot one of us, so you encouraged me go up the fence first, to avoid the bullet."
My mouth was open. How would he even figure out my mindset? I recall to the discussion I had with Bora who informed me that I avoid eye contact when I lie. Right after, she mentioned she had a conversation with Jungkook about me.

"Did Bora tell you...or did you tell Bora?" I asked him.

"Guess," Jungkook replied, cocking his eyebrow flirtatiously.

"You knew all these years and now told Bora! It all makes sense," I ruffled my hand through my messy hair.
        "Whenever I did pranks and lied to you....you never fell for it. That's how you always had the upper hand!" I smacked my palm against my forehead.
.         "Although we distanced each other, you've never changed since you were a kid. Same old messy habits," Jungkook cackled.

         I rolled my eyes. "Well, whose fault is that for our distance? I'm pretty sure we were friends at some point until you stop associating with me," I bravely told him.
This was really his fault to begin with. He ignored me and started the pranks without even giving me a reason.

      "You're still bitter about it? You've got to relax and let the past go to past," Jungkook chuckles, avoiding telling the truth behind his strange behavior.
       We stayed quiet for a few minutes, our bodies side by side on the bed. If he didn't want to tell me why he ended my friendship and became my enemy, I respected his decision. I was just glad he was alive and breathing. He was my friend at one part of my life, and he's still just as important to me.

         Jungkook's phone rings and he leaves the room to answer the call.
       I finally realized how hungry I was and ate some grapes from the bowl next to me. They were the sweetest fruit I've ever had in South Korea, probably directly shipped from an exotic island.

       Jungkook enters the room, hiding a smile to himself.
      "So for the next few days, we're gonna stay at this hotel until my leg is heals? Then I can go home, right?" I ask.

       Jungkook scratches his bowl shaped hair.
       "Uh, about that..."
       "Is there going to be a change of plans, Juan Cook?" I widen my eyes.

       "I need you to help me prepare for a party. And you're coming with me as my date."

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