Jungkook6

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The spring air rushed into Jungkook's lungs like a cold sting, and every breath was a burden. He sat in a wheelchair, wrapped in a blanket, with an IV drip on the stand next to him.
"Why?" His dry lips barely moved. Taehyung, standing behind him, grabbed the arms of the chair.

"Because you have to see it," Taehyung's voice was firm, without its usual soft intonations. He rolled the chair along the asphalt path away from the hospital block, past the surprised nurses. Their path led to the old park, where a solitary, majestic cherry tree grew right next to the hospital fence.

A pink haze enveloped them as they stopped. Petals, like gentle kisses of farewell, fell onto Jungkook's lap, onto his pale, almost translucent hands. He was silent, looking up. His eyes held not delight, but a deep, bottomless sadness. He saw not beauty, but transience. A blossoming that would outlive him.

Taehyung crouched down in front of the chair. His fingers, warm and alive, touched Jungkook's icy cheek, brushing away a fallen petal.
"You're alive now," he whispered, and a familiar fire flared in his gaze—daring, demanding, and unwilling to be denied. "And as long as you breathe, you will feel. Everything."

His thumb traced Jungkook's cracked lower lip, deliberately slowly, feeling its roughness. Jungkook's breathing, previously even, if labored, quickened. A flicker of fear—and recognition—flickered in his eyes, along with the pain.
"Taehyung... but why is this all happening? I'm going to die any day now..." Jungkook asked quietly.