7 Days With Jungkook
Seven

They ran in panic, until they finally passed us.  My body was almost unsteady, the roar of tears just flowing. My feet also felt weak. That's Jungkook. Jungkook Body. I see he's still opening his eyes. Even around his face was full of bruises and blood flowing. He passed from before me, his heart piercing gaze. Until when his hand touched me, the blood stain stained my hand, I could say nothing more. My breath seems to stop. I didn't move a step after Jungkook's father who was already crying and following them to the ER. 

“Jungkook ..”

The world is circling in my head. The events from the beginning to the last time with Jungkook repeated in my memory. His condition is also at the moment. It made my body limp, helpless. Suddenly everything was pitch black, turning dark in my eyes.

*

Slowly, I opened both eyes, I realized I was leaning on the shoulder of Jungkook's father. The middle-aged man was crying, but did not want to show he was weak at this moment. 

“You're sober, Lisa?”

“Uncle, what's with Jungkook? How is Jungkook?”

Jungkook's father lowered his head, not answering all my questions with tear-jerking cheeks. Until when a doctor came out of the ER, Jungkook's father and I stood up in anxiety. 

“No serious external injuries, bruises on his face can already be overcome. And also ..., 2 his ribs were broken due to a blunt impact.”

I sighed for a moment, not understanding whether it was good news or just the opposite.

“Bone ribs only, right, broken ones, Doc? Nothing serious anymore, right?” Jungkook's father made sure of his son. He wanted to make sure that his son did not suffer serious injuries.

The doctor let out a long sigh, his face quite serious. “But, 2 broken ribs are ribs in the chest, ribs that lock his heart. The worst possibility that will happen is ... he will have a heart leak.”

I felt a loud blow showering down my heart. Jungkook's father is crying. I don't know what else to do. I don't have the energy to stand up anymore. With some energy left, I ran through the nurse who was currently guarding Jungkook's room. My crying keeps flowing. My steps finally stopped. I saw Jungkook still drooping weakly on the bed. His eyes slowly opened to welcome my presence.

“Jungkook .. It's me, Lisa. Be aware,” I flow with a vibrating voice.

I clasped his hand as he groaned in pain. I couldn't even bear it when he started closing his eyes slowly, “I......,” his last moans sounded slowly. 

He finally closed his eyes, one last time. Only her body was in front of me. The hands I held began to cool. Along with that, my crying exploded. I also no longer have the energy to refute my stubbornness. I fainted instantly.

*

It has been a week since Jungkook's departure. I was still looking at the red earth mound and its headstone in one of the burial areas. My eyes are always swollen if I remember another week together with Jungkook. So short, but so sick and impregnated. 

It rained so hard, leading me to leave the funeral and finally to a halt in front of Jungkook's house. For the last 3 days I have been living in Jungkook house with his mother who now has the light of life. The eyes that always shone were friendly to me, currently inside the gaze of his mother Jungkook. Jungkook asks Uncle Chan to run a cornea transplant operation before Jungkook leaves. My chest is always crowded when I see those eyes, always remembered the figure of him who only stopped for a moment in my life.

“You're home? Meet Jungkook?” ask Jungkook's mother.

I just nodded. Jungkook's mother was sitting with her husband. I went into Jungkook's room I currently live in, took the diary Jungkook left me. I don't want to read it. He asked me to read it for himself.

“Dad, why is it like this? Why leave us? Do I deserve to be punished for Jung Eun's death? Is it just Jung Eun's father's son? Did I not? Can't I be a reason for Dad to stay by my mother's side? I'm sorry, if I can't be as proud of you as Jung Eun did. But I want Dad to stay here, look after mom for me, take care of mom for Jung Eun. Sometimes I can't handle it, Dad! I miss Dad too much. Is it with me gone Daddy going back to mom? I know Dad hates me so much.”

My tears were breaking reading Jungkook's handwriting. Jungkook's father also cried as if hearing Jungkook's outpouring. I don't know how deep the heartache Jungkook has. Because all this time, the smile that he always repeated as if blurring the scratches of wounds in his mind.

“Pardon Dad, Jungkook. Sorry.”

I couldn't look at that sadness anymore, let alone see Jungkook's mom crying. The eyes that Jungkook once had were crying. The brown crystal is watery. I just left them. I sat down at the study table in Jungkook's room. Jungkook's perfume still lingers around the room air. The smell of perfume I felt when I was nearby, and was once in his arms. I opened the diary again. There's another pen scratch, Jungkook's hand scratch. My heart trembled when I read it.

Thank you, Lisa, the beautiful angel who has been in my life. Thank you for giving me those wonderful days I never had. I love you so much, I really love you so much. But God didn't give me much time. Ah, I don't know. Maybe it's just my feeling. One day I will express my feelings to you, asking you to be my heart's lover for the remaining few days. I Love You, Lisa. 

I was crying so much. Crying the departure of Jungkook. Crying over everything I've ever done with Jungkook, regretting why this meeting was so short. It was as if I was cursing the fate that separated me from Jungkook. 

“Go ..., go quietly, Jungkook.”

I opened the next sheet, I drew the heart statement I wanted to convey to her. This statement of my heart pain. The feeling I wanted Jungkook to know about as well.

I already know. Thank you for loving me. I agreed to be your father's adopted son. That was at your request, wasn't it? They have lost Jung Eun, and now they have lost you. I can't feel it if I have to refuse it.

Jungkook, this afternoon, the police arrested Namjoon. If only that day had I banned you from leaving, if only I had prohibited you from fighting with him, this terrible event would have never happened. Jungkook, I missed you so much. I miss your smile. I didn't think the most beautiful smile you'd ever give me was the last smile for me. Look at this happiness you've created, Jungkook. Look up from heaven there. 

Thank you for writing a love story in my life. A sweet story with you. Ilove you. Love for you, Jungkook.

I took the last photo I had. A photo of my memories with Jungkook. A very sweet smile. I put that picture on my chest. I was crying as much as possible. Crying everything. I want to stop all these nightmares. I feel like my chest is so tight. Crying with regret. Crying for Jungkook. I prefer to close both my eyes. Slowly, I will remove all this sadness, and consider the presence of Jungkook only this week like a beautiful symphony that adorns my life. Even if it's only a week. A piece of my story with Jungkook.

“Please be there. I love you, Jungkook.”

EXPIRE