Third Person POV:

"T-taehyung...Jungkook...he...h-he had an accident."

The young adult took a good minute  to comprehend the unbelievable thing being said to him. He even heard Saejung gasp while holding onto him, almost as shocked as him if not more.

It was a blur. Taehyung had zoned out. He had completely shut out everything around him. The sounds of sirens, Jimin's worried yet shaky voice, Saejung's voice and the buzz of locals around him were just so far away, despite being so close to him.

As if he had teleported to a completely different dimension.

The only thing on his mind, Jungkook.

Jimin roughly shook Taehyung, making the latter flinch at the sudden shove, successfully breaking him from his trance.

Fate does have a grudge against him. Taehyung could only smile sadly at the thought itself.

He doesn't know how or when everything in his daily life changed so much, from having a peaceful, boring day to having numerous troubles around him, he has no idea when that happened.

It had been only a few weeks and so much had been going on in his life, as if the heavens doesn't want him to have a less eventful day, as if everyone up there wants him to suffer.

Just where did he go so wrong to deserve such treatment from life?

The next few hours were, to simply put it, chaos. Saejung accompanied the other two to the hospital Jungkook was apparently taken to, Jimin and Taehyung were in no place to think rationally thus Saejung had to make sure nothing went worse than it was already was.

Saejung somehow brought out his car, that was for fortunately, nearby. Practically forcing Jimin and Taehyung to sit in the car to let him take them to the hospital.

It was a hectic ride there, Jimin kept shouting at every person he called, he really didn't know why so. The shorter male just called every other person that came to his mind, vent out his anger and desperateness and then hung up on them.

Taehyung was the complete opposite, he had leaned his head on the car's window, eyes shut close and breathing irregular. Saejung could catch the occasional tears that streamed down his face from the rear mirror, since he was sitting in the back seat.

After about half an hour, they finally reached the hospital, Saejung could only gasp at the reporters and media swarming the parking lot of the hospital, the news had already spread.
Jimin and Taehyung got out of the car in hurry, Saejung joining them too after quickly putting on a cap. To prevent being caught, knowing how it would just bring them more trouble.

They shoved past the people with gigantic cameras in hand, who were being held by the security from entering the hospital where Jungkook currently was.

Jimin went past the security, quickly showing them his ID. Taehyung and Saejung following soon afterwards.

Limping to the reception table, Saejung and Taehyung finally made it there. Jimin had already gone ahead.

The black haired male, on the verge of tears, asked for Jungkook's whereabouts from the receptionist who politely refused.

"But I know him!" Taehyung raised his voice, desperately staring at the lady who didn't believe him.

"I'm so sorry, sir. We can't disclose information."

"Taehyung, let's sit there...They ain't giving you any information." Saejung gently called, already wrapping his arms around the other's waist to help him.

"But...they are not letting me see him! I know him so why won't they!?" Taehyung tried to break free from the strong hold, making his way back to the lady who rolled her eyes at the stubborn male, he was making it hard for her.

She tried to call the security when Taehyung didn't back down, but a voice resonated.

"He's with me." The black-haired male stood still, moving his head to look at Hoseok who was making his way to them.

"Alright, Sir." The lady sighed, putting the landline back down on the table, next to her steaming hot coffee's cup.

Saejung and Taehyung followed Hoseok quickly who was leading the way, without speaking at all even when Taehyung had asked him about Jungkook's condition, he had replied with a 'You'll see for yourself', making the other even more worried.

After a two-minute walk through the hallways, they finally reached a place. Yoongi was already there, apparently the police called him because he was the one in Jungkook's emergency contacts. Yoongi had called Hoseok and Jimin after that to inform them.

Taehyung tried to talk to them, but they refused to do so, only shaking their heads and gesturing at the huge, metallic door that read 'operation theatre', the 'under operation' sign, lit up.

That answered all his doubts.

Namjoon and Seokjin were the only ones who were not here yet. Jimin had called them and they would be here in about an hour, Hoseok informed him.

All of them were present in front of the operating room. Jimin and Yoongi were sitting next to each other on the chairs. Taehyung on the other hand was standing near the wall, head leaning back and eyes closed.

Yoongi had said something along the lines of 'why is he here?and who the fuck is the other one?' to Jimin but the latter just shushed him, not in the state to explain useless things, he had more important things at hand to look after.

"Where is Jungkook!?" Was the first thing a breathless Seokjin uttered when he saw the rest of the group, practically running towards them. His hair flying in every direction possible.
Seokjin was panting heavily with Namjoon next to him in the same state, if not worse.

Jimin stood up and told them everything the nurses and doctors had said to him, having no choice other than explaining when he saw the glares as he refused to do so. 

"5 hours!?" Seokjin spoke up in a loud voice when Jimin informed him about how long the surgery would take.

"Hyung, don't talk so loudly!" Jimin carefully muttered in a raspy tone. It was evident he had been crying non-stop. His swollen red eyes and tear stained cheeks made it more than just evident.

"Okay? But who is that pale man standing next to Taehyung?

"He is a figure skater. His name is Saejung. We all went to his competition when the accident occurred." Jimin explained in a low voice.

Taehyung and Saejung were standing far away from them so they still hadn't spotted the new arrivers.

Seokjin trudged through the hallway with careful steps and stopped near the duo.

"You alright Tae?"

The said male opened his eyes in an instant and stared at the male.

"Um...Yeah!"

"Hello!" Saejung bowed down to greet the elder when both exchanged an awkward glance.

Seokjin nodded and did the same before averting his attention to Taehyung.

"How did this happen?" Seokjin could've asked Jimin about the events but he just wanted to initiate a conversation with Taehyung. He felt the need to do so.

"I dunno Hyung. We were in the reception hall near the rink when someone called Jimin and he ran out. Later we found out that he...had an accident." Taehyung answered nonchalantly, he tried his best to not show his emotions and Seokjin could definitely see his efforts to do so, nevertheless he decided not to question it and just went with the flow.

Silence fell over the three of them. Taehyung had closed his eyes again and leaned back. Saejung glanced around but looked back at the ground when he looked into Yoongi's scary orbs.

Namjoon sat next to Yoongi and comforted the latter by rubbing his back soothingly.

"Why do we always end up in a hospital together?" Namjoon asked quietly, more like said to himself but Yoongi and Jimin heard him and just sighed.

Exactly five hours later the doors of the operating room finally opened.

Taehyung, who was sitting down, stood up in a hurry and rushed towards the said door. The rest of them followed with same eagerness.

"He's out of critical condition. The surgery went well. We have moved him to his room. He'll be up in a few hours." The doctor kindly explained while taking off the surgical mask.

The boys released a breath they didn't even know they were holding, finally getting to calm their nerves.

"Mr. Park?" The doctor called Jimin who raised his brows in response at the sudden call.

"Can I talk to you? In private?"

"Sure doctor..." With that they went down the broad hallway faraway from the rest of them. Jimin was just as confused as the males standing behind him.

One last look at the others, who were rushing to the VIP room where Jungkook would be staying, he looked ahead and walked beside the surgeon.

"I don't know how to bring this up but I know you are the patient's manager and since his legal guardians are not her, I would like to speak to you." The doctor started once they reached his office.

Jimin was sitting opposite to the aforementioned male and nervously gulped every now and then.

"About what, Sir?"

The male in question raised his head from the reports he was going through and intertwined his hands in front of him, on the table.

"...Mr.Jeon can't continue playing. He has to quit for good." With finality, the statement was said.

Jimin blinked a couple of times before breaking into cold sweat. The room suddenly started to feel hotter. Did he hear that right? Jungkook has to quit playing? Is this old man joking--

"You must be joking!"

"We are not close enough for that!" No harm was intended when he said that. It could even be compared to friendly bicker, on the other hand Jimin didn't find it amusing. Not in the least.

"Look Mr. Park! During the accident he hit his head and tore his feet ligaments. It was so fortunate that no damage was done to the brain but he can't continue hard exercises right after the surgery-" His words were cut by Jimin, disbelief written all over his face.

"What about later? After a year? After two?"

"We are really sorry Mr. Park that we can't help your friend. If he continued playing he might damage his whole right leg that would cost him more than just a tore ligament." The doctor kindly explained, perfectly knowing the turmoil the male present in front of him must be going through.

Another fifteen minutes went by arguing with the doctor and getting the same outcome that he can't continue his career. By the and of the talk, Jimin finally accepted the fact that Jungkook really has to quit.

He walked out of the room with Jungkook's reports clutched tightly in his hands, every step felt heavier than the previous one.

Now the thing was how was he supposed to tell Jungkook that?

Even Jimin had a hard time coming in terms with the unfortunate situation and knowing Jungkook, his love for the sport and his passion towards his field. It will take him several months, weeks or even years to move on from his old life.

He wanted to wail out loud as he took a brief glance at the reports in his hands.

Thinking back at his life, he had sacrificed so much just to pursue his dreams. When Jimin was out there partying with his college friends, Jungkook had been practicing in an empty stadium for yet another match.

The sleepless nights, the restless days, the tiresome practice sessions, did it really go to waste?

Did Jungkook really sacrificed his youth, only to hear that he couldn't do the only thing he wanted to do in the end?

Was it this easy? Were his dreams so worthless, was his passion this weak to be so easily broken?  

I'm so sorry, Jungkook.