I crumple to my knees in the hallway, feeling obliterated. (he's alive). I sob into my hands as a nurse runs over, her face contorted into worry and then shock' For now she sees Yoongi too, which means I am not losing my mind after all.
She goes into the room and asks him questions. Is he hungry? Thirsty? Needs me? I can hear him as plain as day now from just outside the door. "I-I want to see my friend." Immediately the nurse leaves, allowing me to rise unsteadily to my feet. Nearly falling over.
"Yoongi. . ." I breathe, tears still spilling down my cheeks like water falls of small stature. I go to his bed-side, taing his hand. This time it's not limp. I can feel his life coursing. "Jimin-ssi." he rasps. I nod without even knowing what he was gonna say anyway.
He squeezes my hand and has tears on his own cheeks. "I forgive you. Jimin we are ok." I nod again speechless, leaning down to put my head against his, feeling the anxiety leave. (He is okay. You are okay. BTS' reputation is okay.) I finally breath a sigh of relief.
I sit with Suga for hours. Telling him what must've happened. He doesn't remember. The last thing he remembered was seeing my name on his phone screen. That was before the accident. Then he says, everything else was blank. Didn't register a thing.
"Suga, where were you? Why didn't you come to the park?" my voice catches and I swallow. Yoongi frowns. "I was drinking, mad at you, i went home, regrettably had an affair." I look at him shocked. "Affair? With who?" (Suga's never done it with anyone. . . why now?)
He sighs deeply. "With Hope. I think I was just so desperate, and J-Hope was right there." "What happened next?" I ask him quietly. Knowing it's not good. (I need to know.) He sighs tiredly. "Jin walked in, freaked out, then I freaked out too. You know the rest. . ."
I sigh upset and confused. "And J-Hope?" I ask. Already knowing he is probably confused as me. Yoongi shakes his head and I know that that was the end of it. Him walking out on Hope. "You have to tell him Yoongs. You can't leave it to simmer." my eyes sting for him.
He groans and leans back in his bed, me handing him a cup of water from the bed-side table. Sipping slowly he looks at me solidly. "I will talk to him. . . after I get home." I nod my head. (Good job Jimin. Right some wrongs instead of making more will you.)
I stay there late, texting the guys that Yoongi is awake and fine. They show up right after. My heart swells at most of our problems being solved. That all members are alive and well. (At least for the most part.) So the next day. . . Yoongi is able to walk. And. . .
I stay there late, texting the guys that Yoongi is awake and fine. They show up right after. My heart swells at most of our problems being solved. That all members are alive and well. (At least for the most part.) So the next day. . . Yoongi is able to walk. And. . . we take him home.
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