This was an unadded chapter to Sister/Friend. It's more of a one shot and it barely makes sense because I have to edit it, but here you go. I tried to make a sad chapter, but I can't make sad, fluffy or smut chapter. Sorry!

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It hit me. The shards of glass digging in my skin once again. Why is it always glass? Why won't the ringing in my ears go away? Why can't I open my eyes. The ringing never stopped, it over powered the faint voices around me. The darkness seemed to get darker.
          
My head was pounding, I could feel myself being lifted and set down. My body bounced with every bump before I was lifted and set down yet again.

Yoongi's POV*

              "Hyung! You're phone is ringing. It's (Y/n)!" Jungkook ran in with my phone, tripping on air now and then.
              
"Hello? (Y/n)? Jayiga?" I answered the phone in a rush. "Did you make it to Miihe's?"

              
"Yoongi?" The voice wasn't (Y/n). It was Miihe herself. "(Y/n) is in an ambulance."

               I almost dropped my phone, my heart starting to pound. Before I could let myself panic, I took a deep breath. "Why?"
            
   "Hyung?" Jungkook noticed the change in mood instantly and must've seen my face.
              
"The taxi driver that was driving her to my flat was drunk. He collided with a big truck," she whispered, and I could hear the sobs that she tried to cover.
          
     I has no response. Anger, grief and guilt was all I felt. Anger towards the driver. Grief because (Y/n) was the best thing that happened to me since I ran away from home to become a rapper. And guilt because I had caused her so much pain, yet never said sorry. She always said sorry for the smallest things, but I couldn't remember one time where I had said sorry.

             
  "Hyung? Did she break up with you?" Jungkook bent down slightly to wipe my eyes. Haha, laugh because I'm older yet shorter.
               
"Get Jin," I frowned at the maknae.
               
"Is Jin there? Can you put me on speaker?" Miihe called from the other line.
               
  I put the phone of speaker and set it on our coffee table. Jungkook, I guess, made it sound too urgent because the other members crowded in.
             
   "Jin, are you there?" Miihe called again.
               
"Miihe?" Jin sat next to me and I dully stared at the phone.
             
    "Did Yoongi tell you?" She asked, her voice becoming shallow and shaky.
                
"Tell me what? What happened? Why isn't this my sister?" Jin went to grab the phone, but thought against it, balling his fists up on his lap.
              
   "(Y/n) got in a car wreck. There is no news if she's okay or not, but the driver is okay and unharmed," Miihe sounded bitter. "He was drunk."
           
     Everyone shut up, no sound was made until I could hear crying. I thought it was Miihe, but it was too loud to be on the phone. We all looked to the side and there Jimin was; broken down in tears.
              
   "Jiminie..." I opened my arms and he gladly accepted the hug, crying into my shoulder. "She'll be okay. (Y/n) is a fighter. Remember when she cut herself with a picture? What about when she got beat up?"
                
"It's funny how you were there all those times," J-Hope managed out a cold laugh.
              
  "You guys might want to come to America," Miihe took a deep breath and hung up.
             
   "Oh god... what if..." Namjoon looked like he was going to faint.
               
"Don't think that. My girlfriend is a fighter. She'll live," I swallowed the lump in my throat. I tried not to imagine her broken body and cut up skin, covered in her own blood, but it was hard... it was all I could think about and I let go of Jimin, feeling my body go numb. I'm not much of a crier, so I just stared at the phone, pain and numbness going through my blood with every heartbeat.
                
   A loud ring made it hard to hear my friends. Something dipped down my cheek, and it bothered me so much that I wiped it away, again and again.
               
  "Hyung..." Taehyung knelt in front of me, holding my crying face. "You said it youself. She'll live."
               
"Why her? It wasn't her fault. She was the sweetest person," I clenched my fists. "She wouldn't hurt anyone. She. Never. Killed. Anyone. Unlike her drunk taxi driver who was able to walk away from the wreck just fine."
      
    "Hyung. Calm down... (Y/n) wouldn't allow you to be like this," Taehyung gently shook me. Pursing my, almost, heart shaped lips, I unclenched my now red hand. This isn't fair.
              
          *America*

     "Is she going to be okay?" Yoongi swallowed the lump as he stared down at you, who had a breathing tube lodged in your nostrils and an IV attached to your arm.

     "We're just thankful that her friend called right away," was all the doctor said. "We had to perform surgery, but she should be fine."

      "Thank you," Jimin sniffled, wiping his eyes once again.

      "We were just doing our job," the doctor nodded and left.

      "Could have this been avoided?" Jin asked himself, not noticing how quiet in dongsaeng had become as he brushed his hands through your hair.

       "It sure could've been," a gruff voice made all seven males jump. The taxi driver. He had red, puffy eyes with a tissue wiping up his tears.

       "Who are you?" Namjoon asked.

      "The man who put this beautiful lady here," the man sobbed, "It's been haunting me."

      "Haunting you?" Taehyung asked, angry. "What about these guys?"

       "I understand. Are any of you related to her?"

      None of them moved, so the man tried again. "Maybe a boyfriend?"

      Yoongi snapped his head up, looking at the man in broken disgust. "Why do you care about her personal life?"

      "So, Mr. Boyfriend, I'm so sorry," the man lowered his head. "I would never have wanted anything like this to happen."

      Yoongi chest pounded, tears already forming. "Well, it's already done. Go away." When the man lifted his head to say sorry, Yoongi's gaze hardened and his hand fisted in the bed sheet beside you, "I never want to see you again. You shouldn't have became a taxi driver if you were just going to drink and kill your passengers. What if she had been pregnant? The baby would've died!"

      "I'm sorry," the man said, voice shaky.

     "Sorry doesn't cut it. I don't want to see your face ever again!" Yoongi yelled, and the members got worried. It was never good when Yoongi got mad. They gently escorted the man out, shutting the door behind them.

      "Don't take it personally," Hoseok said gently.

      "(Y/n) is just super special to him," Jungkook added.

     "I mean, she's special to all of us, but she found a special place in his heart," Jimin said, taking a deep breath. "He's just scared."

     "You don't need to be nice. I should be in jail, yet I'm not," the man wiped his eyes with his soaked tissue.

      "You were probably having a bad night," Jin rubbed the man's back. "How about you tell us the story."

      "Well, that night I had gotten a call from my wife. She had told me that she was taking my kids and leaving me for a doctor in Miami. I knew I couldn't do anything about it, hell, I couldn't even support all four of us with my shitty paycheck. I had gotten frustrated, and decided to drink," the guy managed a weak smile. "I made the bad choice of clocking in for work, and man, it was best, yet wort decision of my life. Aw man. The most beautiful girl waved down my taxi at the airport. She told me to go to this street that I was barely able to register in my hazy state.

       Without realizing it, I had started flirting. God, she was slightly creeped out, and I could barely take it when she told me she had a boyfriend. My heart hurt, and I asked her to tell me about him," the man shook his head, "I should've been able to recognize him by her description. 'Beautiful black hair. Tired dark eyes from always working his ass off.'"

       "It's okay if you want to stop," Jimin said gently.

      "No its okay," the man took a deep breath, "I had asked her about his profession. She told me it was secret, and then I started begging her. I feel bad, because I had guilt tripped her into telling me. She told me her boyfriend was a famous rapper, and I asked for his name. She saidSuga or Agust D. Both worked. I told her that I couldn't recognize either, and she giggled telling me that he was Korean. I felt so stupid and jealous. At a stop light, I asked for a picture and she happily showed me one.

      It was the cutest photo, and my jealous over came. All I saw was red, along with white and black. Screams. Oh god, her precious screams. When I realized my mistake, I booked it," everyone paused, and you could hear loud sobs coming from the other side of the door and guilt over came the man, making him choke on air.

      "Looking back at the damage, I had saw that my taxi was totalled by a giant semi. You could just barely see her bloodied face in the faint light. The man in the truck was also out cold, blood slowly trickling down his face. It was horrifying."

       Jimin heard the sobs get louder and left the man to check on Yoongi. He was punching his thigh in frustration, tears running down his cheek.
  
       "God dammit," he whimpered, trying to clam himself down.

       "I realized that I was a killer. I had killed two people, and was thankful that my wife was leaving me. I couldn't bear seeing her or my kids bloodied like that," Yoongi heard the man and started crying again. He hadn't even noticed Jimin, tensing up when the younger boy gave him a hug from behind.

      "I know her boyfriend will never, ever, forgive me, and I don't deserve his forgiveness. All I want is the poor lady to be okay and be able to live a happy life with him."

       Yoongi wiped his eyes, trying to get rid of the blur. He tried to imagine that it was you hugging him, and he was just crying because he was frustrated with some lyrics, trying to imagine tyou were in Korea still and you were telling him to keep trying and to not give up.

       "Jiminie," Yoongi muttered, not lifting his head. "Do you think she'll be okay?"

      "The doctor said she will. (Y/n) is a fighter and she'd never leave you. You're her family, her only family," the younger boy whispered soothingly into his Hyung's ear.

       "Who's a fighter?" A weak voice croaked beside them. Yoongi looked up, more tears slipping put of his eyes.

      "I told you hyung," Jimin managed a weak smile, admiring the way Yoongi broke from his hug to check on you, grabbing your hand with wide eyes.

      "Where am I?" You managed out, looking around, but your eyes always need up trailing back to Yoongi.

       "You're in the hospital. You've been here for a month," Yoongi said quietly.

      "But... I thought I was with you," you asked, astonished, "we were watching a movie... and you had asked me to marry you..."

      Yoongi swallowed, looking down, "it was a dream."

      "Wait. I think I remember now," you closed your eyes tightly in slight pain when she readjusted herself. "It was that creepy taxi driver. He had left me to die."

      "It's okay now," Yoongi hushed you, brushing his hands through your greasy hair. "When you're able to get released, we're heading back to Korea, and I promise you that ring you were dreaming of."

        "Are the others here?"

       "Yeah. I'll get them," Jimin nodded, going to the door and peeking his head out to call the guys in. The man followed quietly, freezing up with your eyes scanned him. "He's that taxi driver. What's he doing here?"

      "He's in love with you, and he feels guilty," Taehyung said quickly, and you wanted to vomit. This man was maybe ten years older than you.

      Yoongi narrowed his gaze, jaw clenched.

      "I'm so sorry. I never wanted to see anyone like this in my life," the man said quietly, nervously meeting your tired gaze.

      "And I never wanted to be like this in my life," you retorted. Yoongi crossed his arms, obviously not liking the way the man inched closer to you.

      "I was having a bad night. My wife and kids were leaving me."

     "I was left to fucking die! I almost lost my family. These men are the only people I have, and do you realize how close I was to loosing them?" You snapped, and the man froze in his place.