'Wait, what?! Can you repeat to me slowly? I can't understand you,' Emiyo was speaking with Taehyung through a call, while she was walking down the street holding bags full of grocery stuffs. 

She was little bit scared by his voice - he sounded exactly like if someone is about to die. 

'You know that we had a performance today, right? Well something happened to Jungkook...'

'What?' Her heart stopped beating for a few seconds because in her mind there were such a horrible ideas. No, he has to be okay - He is good in everything. Nothing can happen to him... Or can? 

'Are you still there Emiyo?'

'What happened, Taehyung?'

'I don't know yet - We don't know. He fell of the stage with a huge pain slipping through his pale face. He was holding his leg - So it's probably related with his unknown injury.'

'And where is he now?' She was really scared about him. So scared that she actually ran instead of normal walking. 

'I think-'

'You think?!'

'No, no, sorry. I definitely know. Is the building with sharp rooftop and many windows memorable for you? I don't know the name of this hospital - But he's there.'

Fortunately Emiyo knew the name of the hospital. 

When she entered the hall on seventh floor, almost every grocery from the shop was already missing. She lost it because she was running like a crazy one. Her heart nearly jumped out from her chest and her sight was - let's say - a little bit fuzzy. 

She caught the handle but didn't push it. What if something urgent happened to him? What if she starts to cry? Maybe she should leave, but after loosing her food stuffs it wouldn't make any sense. 

Emiyo bit her bottom lip like usually. She did it often when she was scared or when she was thinking about something very important. And this was basically both. A big combo of wild emotions rising in her mind. 

You have to be brave, she supported herself and pushed the handle with a full strenght. The room was bright and clean. Everything was white with pastel yellow color, sometimes it looked like a lime color which she hated. Than she spotted Jungkook sitting on his tiny bed in also white clothes. It looked kind of aesthetic for her eyes. His hair were somehow longer? She wondered how was that possible? He prefered a shorter haircuts - They were more practical and it was after all his typical (coconut) look. 

'I hope you're okay,' She spoke worriedly coming to him, so she could clearly see his face. 

'Emiyo~ssi? What are u doing here? And how did u know that I'll be here? I was about to write u text but u overtook me.'

'Is your leg fine now?'

'Pretty fine,' He answered tiredly, 'U really care about me, huh?'

'Are you trying to tell me, that you are not caring about me all the time too?'

'I guess I am,' His head leaned back with a weak half smirk, 'At least I'm trying to.'

'You're seriously so good in it. Now tell me what exactly happened.'

'U can't help me anyway, Emiyo~ssi...'

'Nevermind. I can support you.'

'Than,' He paused for a while, 'Go ahead.'

Emiyo sat on his bed near him staring at him concerned with a narrow lips. 

'Just move yourself a little,' Jungkook muttered and grabbed her around shoulders.

'Jungkook-'

'My leg is okay now. The doctors said that my tendons tore in one single point. It'll take some time to be fit enough for performing again. I'm so sad because of this...I can't support my hyungs anymore. I'm useless for them.'

'Are you listening what you're saying? Only nonsense!' She sighed, 'You're the part of the group, no matter if you can or can't dance.'

'Actually...I can't walk either. Not properly without help of the others.' He was broken because of this vedict - Emiyo was broken too. 

'I was so afraid. I was so much afraid like never before,' Jungkook confessed with his actual thoughts. 'Yes, it hurt like hell but I was thinking...What if I never dance again? What if I end up sitting on wheelchair for the rest of my life? I was...just scared.'

'And? So what?'

'Men shouldn't be scared...'

'Pf, It's alright to be scared. But now I'm here so I'm going to be the scared one, okay?'

'Are you making jokes even in this type of situation, right?'

'Naturally.'

'U know I lo-' Than he stopped with saying his sentence because he knew that she wasn't admiring him the same way like he did.

'I really appreciate u, Emiyo~ssi.'

'I appreciate you too, Jungkook.' She let her hand slipped into his one so he could feel at least a little bit of connection between them. She was cold - but not inside. 'I will not leave you.'

Jungkook's eyes were closed. Suddenly he felt extremely tired and exhausted. 

'Rest and than...We can go together into a hospital garden. I'll help you with walking. Don't worry about it. You'll be soon healthy. Trust my words.'