I'm writing this at 3 am so if there are any mistakes, we'll just blame them on me being tired. 😉
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A few hours later.

The sound of choking made me jump up from where I had fallen asleep in the chair, my head resting on Hoseok's hand.

I looked up to find Hoseok choking, clutching at his throat with tears in his eyes.

"Oh fuck, let me get help!" I shouted, running over to the nurses' station, practically shouting for help.

They rushed in, leaning Hoseok back, and telling him to try and be still.

"Why the fuck are you taking the tube out!?" I shouted at them again, even more terrified at the sight of them removing the tape that held the breathing tube in place.

"He's choking on the breathing tube, which means he is breathing on his own."

I sighed a breath of relief, feeling my knees go weak as I collapsed onto the tile floor, sobs erupting from my body. I hated being so weak in front of people, but I couldn't help it. It was too much.

I could hear the nurses working, and eventually one of them stepped out to get some water, coming back in and handing me a cup before handing one to Hoseok.

"Could you try to speak, Hoseok?"

The room was silent, making me panic. What if he lost the ability to speak? What if I could never hear his voice again?

"Yoongi." His voice spoke softly, a alight raspiness to it.

I stood up from the cold tile floor and stared at him in shock. He gave me a weak smile before I finally broke. Every ounce of energy I had spent burying my emotions was now proving useless. I speed walked over to him and engulfed him in a bone-crushing hug, hiding my face in his shoulder as I cried.

He ran a hand up and down my spine, the other one playing in my hair, all while shushing me gently.

It all felt like a dream. Having him in my arms, and me being in his. It didn't feel real. I found myself pinching my arm to wake me up from this particular moment, only for me to still be in the same position.

"Fuck, I love you so much. I have missed you, Jung Hoseok."

I heard him chuckle lightly. "C-Couldnwe listen to your new song again? This time while I can react fully?"

I leaned back, wiping my tears, and then his. I nodded and smiled.

"But first I need to do something."

He eyed me with questioning eyes, until I leaned in and pecked his lips. He chuckled and rolled his eyes.

"Goddamn, you made it seem likenyou were about to hop down on one knee or something. How disappointing."

I smacked him playfully before turning the song on softly, so we can both listen to it without headphones. Our fingers were interlocked, his head resting on mine as we lay squished together on the small hospital bed.

Nothing felt impossible in that moment.

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I don't know not my favorite chapter but oh well.