I looked down at the pallid man once again, who was lying completely still on the hospital bed since yesterday.

"Jimin, I feel so suffocated right now. Please wake up, it has already been almost two days," I murmured in a small voice, resting my head down at the edge of the bed, just beside his hand.

He had always been a cheery person around me, despite his dark past. But seeing him lying in the utter silence, just like a lifeless being, was unbearably painful for me. And the fact that I was somewhat responsible for his condition was only adding to my torment.

I suddenly felt something cold and soft coming in contact with my cheeks, which caused my eyes to flutter open. My gaze immediately fell on Jimin's face, only to witness him looking at me with his jaded half-closed eyes.

"Jimin!" I let out his name, palming his hand that was caressing my face already, and a tear rolled down my cheeks.

"Do you even know how scared I was?" I sobbed, burying my face in his palm.

"Hana, why are you crying? Look at me, I'm awake now," he spoke groggily, but his words came out as nothing but a mere whisper. I looked up at his face again, he still looked wan and bleary-eyed, but he was finally awake. And at the very least, I could breathe in relief.

"I'm sorry... I'm really sorry, Jimin," I sniffled.

"Hana, it was not your fault! Stop blaming yourself for the things you didn't even do," his gruff voice stated.

"No!" I stood up, pushing his hand away. "It was indeed my fault. If only I did not have a panic attack that day, then you wouldn't have gone out, nor you would be lying here like this!"

"Stop it, Hana, will you?"

"I should have told you about-" the sound of the door of the room sliding open interrupted me, and I stopped midway. I turned my head, and the nurse who had just walked inside the room greeted me with a slight smile and then looked at the man beside me.

"He just woke up a few minutes ago," I said, wiping off my tears.

"I'll go and inform the doctor right away then, yeah?" she said, glancing at me, and I nodded.

Not so long after, the door opened again, revealing the same nurse from before. And a few seconds later, another figure, clad in a white coat, walked in. But the moment I laid my eyes on him, all the colors drained out from my face, and the sudden realization slapped me hard. I was so immersed in my thoughts that for a moment, I had entirely forgotten that Jimin's doctor was none other than him.

Taehyung walked towards Jimin, ignoring my existence completely, just like yesterday. "How are you feeling, Mr. Park?" He questioned.

"I am alright doc-" Jimin's words died at the tip of his tongue as soon as he looked up at the man who was stood before him. And then his head turned in my direction, his scrutinizing gaze meeting mine.

He recognized Taehyung the moment he laid his eyes on him. And that's what I had been dreading the most. I immediately looked away, avoiding his contemplating eyes. How the heck was I supposed to explain this situation to him? Knowing Jimin, I was convinced that he would act out, but he left me flabbergasted when nothing like that happened.

"I'm much better, doctor. Just feeling a tad bit nauseous," he replied simply.

I turned towards him in bewilderment, but he just gave me a knowing look. What was he trying to imply? Was he alright with all this, or didn't recognize the man standing in front of him? Though, I wished for the second assumption to be true.

"Mr. Park, you had a concussion, and besides that, it's absolutely normal to feel nauseated after major surgery. Now that you're awake, we need to conduct some other medical tests as well," Taehyung said, and another man just nodded simply.

"You should rest, Jimin. Just sleep some more, yeah?" I said, pulling the blanket over him.

"I have been sleeping for hours because of the sedatives. I feel it would be better not to sleep anymore." He shook his head while scrunching his. His mouth opened to speak something again, but before any words could leave his mouth, I hurriedly stood up.

"I need to go outside, I'll be back soon," I told him as I walked towards the door.

"You are trying to avoid me, Hana. Is it because of him?" his words caused my steps to halt on their way. I hesitantly turned around to face him as I figured what he was trying to imply.

"So, you k-knew who he actually was ?"

"How can I not?"

"But why did you-"

"It's not like you knew that you would meet him here like this, again. I am your best friend, Hana. I can see right through you, and I could clearly see the discomfort in your eyes," he alluded.

"I found out yesterday," I mumbled in a very low, yet somewhat audible voice, looking down at the floor.

There was a thick silence for a few moments before he spoke again. "I think you really need some fresh air to calm down. We'll talk about this later, hmm?" He said calmly, and I nodded.

I stood by the railings of the hospital terrace as I gazed at the sky, which was ablaze with the fire of the setting sun. The orange-tinted sky seemed to be tranquil. But at the same time, it appeared as if it was ready to roar at me the very next moment, probably because of the hints of the scarlet of the slanting rays of the sun that splattered across it.

It was just like him; it looked exactly like the look his face held yesterday.

He was silent just like the evening sky, but his eyes held the hint of peril that was entirely foreign to me. I bit my lower lip as the tears fell down my eyes freely, causing my vision to get blurry. My shoulders shuddered down, and I squeezed my eyes shut on feeling the saltiness at the back of my throat.

"What's the point of crying now, huh? Ain't you satisfied yet?" A voice echoed disdainfully in my ears out of the blue, and my breath hitched in my throat.

He was not even acknowledging my presence till now, and this was the first thing he was saying? My feet refused to turn around because I was not ready to face him yet, and I never would be.

"You shouldn't play the victim here, you know," he jeered with detestation, and my heart clenched at his harsh statement.

The Taehyung I used to know never talked to me so bitterly. He had always been a soft-spoken person, his words were always comforting and endearing. But that person was long gone now.

How was I supposed to stand his abhorrence?

"I shouldn't be here," I muttered, more likely to myself as I turned my heels to walk past him, not even daring to look up, even for once.

"Yes. You shouldn't be here at all. But you had the audacity to show your face again, even after what you did," he hissed at me.

"I know, I'm sorry," I croaked as my head hung low and vision got more blurred due to the tears that didn't seem to stop.

"Sorry?" he scoffed as his intense gaze continued to burn holes in my head. "How shameless you can be? Do you think everything will be fine with your mere 'sorry'?"

"Please Taehyung, stop it. Don't-"

"Don't you dare take my name with that filthy mouth of yours!" His voice growled, sending shivers throughout my body, and I clenched the hem of my shirt tightly to maintain my composure.

"I know you hate me, but you don't have any right to talk that way to me," I raised my voice for the very first time, feeling a sudden gush of anger inside me because of his impudent behavior.

His bitter words were shooting daggers right through my chest constantly, and I was in no state to endure that agonizing pain.

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Thank you so much if you're reading this book. And I'm really sorry for the late updates but I've been busy because of my studies. I've exams next week , so please bear with me for some more days ^^