"We are now landing at the Jeju International Airport. Please remain in your seats until further notice."

I yawn, waking up from a nap. I glance at Haru who's fixing her hair, then glance at the apple juice bottle. A few sips remain.

"Did you enjoy your apple juice?" I ask, and she smiles.

"Yes I did, thank you very much," she giggles. She seems to be in a better mood than before, bringing a smile to my face.

She looks at me for a moment, squinting. "Wait a minute."

"Did you just realize how handsome I am?" I dramatically run my fingers through my hair.

Her eyes widen. "Did you dye your hair black?"

"Wow did you really just notice?" I ask, laughing.

"I was so caught off guard this morning I didn't even realize."

"How does it look?"

She tilts her head. "It looks good. I think I like it more than the red."

"Yeah, me too. It was nice while it lasted but—" I pause. Oh no.

A wrenching pain clenches my stomach, making me clutch my fist over it. Haru leans closer to me, eyebrows knitting together. "Jungkook? Are you okay?"

A strained sound escapes my mouth as I try to unbuckle my seatbelt.

"Jungkook? Jungkook what's wrong?" Haru asks, panic lacing her voice. She grips my arm as I stand up, black dots coating my vision.

I don't say anything and rush to the bathroom. I hear a flight attendant tell me to sit down, but I don't listen. I swing the door open and lock it shut, feeling my stomach heave. The black dots slowly begin disappearing as I retch into the toilet.

Red droplets pour from my mouth, my stomach aching. A cough forces it's way through my throat, bringing out more specks of blood. I flush the toilet and stand up, my whole body trembling.

I rinse my mouth out, tear drops falling into the sink. I turn the water off and wipe my tears with trembly hands, but they keep coming. My breaths come out shaky and ragged.

I try to slow down my rapid breathing, taking deep, slow breaths in and out. Come on buddy. Just keep pushing forward. Everything's gonna be okay.

After I feel myself calm down, I open the bathroom door. I see Haru with confusion and terror coating her face. She firmly takes my hands in her's, "What happened to you?!"

"I just threw up. I get sick easily on airplanes," I lie, trying to keep my voice as steady as possible.

"Stop lying, Jungkook. Just tell me the truth. What's been going on with you?" I notice her voice falter, and I feel a lump in my throat.

"Haru, I've just been sick lately okay? It's nothing big."

"I know that you're lying Jungkook, just tell me the truth so I can stop worrying about you." She pauses before saying, "Please." It comes out strained, and a tear rolls down her cheek.

I can't tell her. I just can't.

I stare into her worry-filled, sparkling eyes before huffing. "Park Haru," I start, gripping her hands harder. "I promise you, I'm not as sick as you think I am. I'm going to be okay, and everything's gonna get better. I promise." My hearts breaks, knowing that I just told the biggest lie to the most precious person alive.

She stares at me for a moment before letting go of my hands, her composure loosening. "Fine, I believe you. But if anything else like this happens, I'm taking you to the hospital. No excuses."

I brush her tears away, blinking away mine. "Let's go now, okay? No more worrying about me."

She nods and starts walking ahead of me. I'm so, so sorry.

another short chapter, sorry!!

the next few chapters will be like this too. but don't worry,

they'll start getting longer again!