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The days passed slowly, Taehyung was avoiding me, and Yoongi was openly ignoring me...I was actually ashamed that I lied to Taehyung, we were real friends, but my lie ruined everything. Right now the most important thing was for him to not tell anyone what he knew.

"Taehyung-ah," I ran up to him when there were almost no people around, "don't avoid me, please. Let's talk."

"Are you crazy?" he abruptly turned around and looked at me with anger, "Don't call me that in front of other people. If they find out, you'll..."

"But it's my problem. Only I'd be kicked out of this place, so you don't need to worry. I really want to talk to you," I grabbed his sleeve and slowly pulled. Our friendship was really important for me.

"Not here. And...I can't help but worry. Let's talk later, I have to go," Taehyung shortly replied and disappeared around the corner, leaving me completely alone.

After a few hours I returned to my room. Yoongi was not here yet, and that made me want to look under his bed and find out what he was hiding. But I understood that he'd be here any minute and things could get worse...

So I let go of that thought and laid on my bed, facing the wall and closing my eyes, hoping to sleep after this long day.

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The same nightmare, repeating over and over, not letting me start a new and calm life.

There was blood all over everything, and the nightmare was suffocating me. My heart was beating and stopping. A feeling of quick death. My hands were trembling. It shouldn't have happened in my family...shouldn't have!!!

"Open your eyes!" I heard a shouting. Someone was shaking my shoulders, and I quickly opened my eyes and saw Yoongi's face very close to my own. He looked at me worried and frightened, "Have you been to a psychiatrist?" he asked with all seriousness.

"Recently," I said sleepily. At first I couldn't understand what was happening, but then I came to my senses. I noticed Yoongi's strange and confused look on me, and jumped out of the bed and ran to the bathroom.

Cold water helped me to come to my senses and after a few minutes I came out of the bathroom. My roommate as usual was on his bed, doing something on his phone, not paying any attention to me.

I heard my phone ringing. I didn't know where it was, but after searching, I found it quickly. There was an unknown number on the screen.

"Yes?" I said.

"Hello," it was a woman. She was obviously worried, "are you Yoon Miyeong?"

"Y-Yes, it's me," it was weird.

"Oh, I'm Choi's nurse, from the hospital in Seoul. Your brother..." she continued a bit nervously. Brother? "his condition is stable, and we want you to come..." my heart wanted to jump out of my chest, and my vision got blurry because of my teary eyes. Yoongi shouldn't know anything...

"O-Ok, I'm...I'm coming right now!" not waiting for her answer, I hung up. I put on the first t-shirt I'd found, at the same time thinking how to get to the hospital fast, because I didn't even know where it was...

I ran out of the room, loudly slamming the door, making Yoongi curse, but he didn't manage to shout at me. I needed to see Taehyung, I knew he had a car, but...would he agree to help me...?

"Taehyung!" I shouted when I saw him at the end of the hallway. He stopped, said something to his friends and headed towards me.

"What? I told you we'll talk later," he said lazily.

"I-I need your help..." I mumbled, choking on my tears, and saw fear in his eyes. Was he worried about me?

"Has something happened?" he put his hand on my shoulder and quietly continued, "Hey, Miyeong, what happened? If anyone sees you like this, they'll figure it out."

"I-I need a ride, please. I need to go to the hospital, please, Taehyung, it's important," I grabbed him with my two hands and pleadingly looked at him. Without uttering a word, he headed to the exit, taking the keys of his car out of his bag. Apparently, he had been in a situation like this, because he didn't ask any questions, he just did what needed to be done.

After 15 minutes we reached the hospital. I didn't wait for the full stop of the car, I just jumped out of the car and ran inside.

The nurse showed me the room I needed, and I immediately took quick steps towards it. I opened the door and stopped. I tried not to cry, but failed. My brother was lying on a white bed. Everything was white and bright around him, and the rays of the sun fell on his face, but my brother wasn't moving...He had been in the hospital for a long time, and the wounds from the incident healed slowly. Years ago me and my mother came to visit him, but he didn't react in any way. The doctors said only one word. Coma. A word that broke our hearts. A word after which we weren't able to live like we used to.

I slowly entered the room, placed the chair beside his bed with my trembling hands and sat. My tears didn't stop flowing, and my insides were flipping. I hadn't been with him for about 3 years. Mom took me to Canada, and we left my brother here, in Korea...I hated her for that, but now I understood that I wouldn't be able to live like I used to...

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Miyeong continued to sit beside her beloved brother, holding his hand tightly. She would like to never let go of his hand...

In the meantime, Taehyung asked the nurse to tell him everything. He went to the door of the room, but didn't enter and disturb. He just stood there and waited, if the girl suddenly needed help.

"Brother, I'm here. We haven't seen each other in a long time, but I'm here again. I'm sorry for not coming here...I didn't have the strength to just come and look at how you are lying on the bed, not being able to say a word...I'm sorry for crying. I know you hated to see me cry, but I really tried not to cry...Brother, it's you who has to take care of me!! You! You're being unfair! I'm your little sister, oppa! Please, don't leave me alone...I want to listen to you funny stories again. I want to eat ice-cream with you again! I want to be proud of you for protecting me, I need you!!!" she dropped her head in her hands, next to his brother, and broke down and started to cry.

It's so hard to see someone you love with all your heart is not able to answer you. He can't do anything, when, at the same time you struggle and wait for a miracle that will probably never happen...But you can't do anything, because it is life. You can't change the past no matter how hard you try, but you don't stop believing...

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Original by SwugKate