Pov Jimin

I couldn't stop crying.

Why didn't I just listen to his explanations? I could have prevented all this shit if I had just heard him out!

I had to see him.
I had to tell him that I'm sorry for just running away and not listening to his side of the story.

But he wouldn't answer his phone if I texted him now anyways. Hell! He was probably still unconscious.

And how was I supposed to find out which hospital he was at? Or even if I knew that much: which room was he at? On top of that his room was definitely going to be guarded by his bodyguards and there was no way in hell I could get passed them.

My mind was clouded with these kinds of questions all day long until the notification ringtone from twitter snapped me out of it.

Hoping it was hubby I immediately grabbed my phone to check it, only to get disappointed again. Of course it wouldn't be him!
He had a lot more to worry about at the moment. So many more important things than me.

I was about to turn it off again when my eyes landed on the user that had messaged me.

Rapper_RM✔️

For a moment I forgot how to breathe.
I hurriedly opened the new chat.

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Rapper_RM✔️

Is this Yoongi's Jimin?

Yoongi's Jimin....... I like that.

Yes, what can I
do for you?

Please come to the XXX
Hospital, room XXX as
soon as you can. You two
need to sort things out as
soon as he wakes up.
I'm afraid he could do
something dumb again,
like last night. And I don't
want to loose my best
friend.

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I didn't even take the time to answer RM and immediately ran outside of my apartment once I knew which hospital hubby was at.

Completely unaware of the fact that I didn't change out of my pyjamas this morning and not caring to even throw on some shoes.

I ran the entire way there. Not minding the weird looks people were giving me the whole time.

I finally arrived at the hospital, completely out of breath and my feet were hurting like hell. But I didn't care and kept running until I reached the right room.

RM already stood in front of it, along with two security guards. (I knew it!)

He looked around the hall, seemingly waiting for someone. Probably me, I didn't even text him if I was coming or not. That was extremely rude of me.

„Nice pyjamas" RM said jokingly once he spotted me. „Pink really suits you."

It took me a second to comprehend what he said and once I realized I immediately looked down at my clothes.

„Shit." I cursed under my breath. „I totally forgot that I was still wearing that once I read your message."

„Hahaha, it's fine. Don't worry too much. You look cute, he'll like it."

I only nodded as a response and a light blush creeped onto my cheeks.

That is if he even wants to see me. I'm the reason he tried to kill himself after all.

„He still hasn't woken up yet and I have an appointment at my agency so I'll sadly have to leave now, but I told the guards that you can come and go as you like. So feel free to stay as long as you want." RM explained while he opened the door for me.

I mumbled a small „Thank you" and stepped into the room.

It showed a horrible image. Yoongi was attached to so many different cables and tubes and his body was laying on the bed almost lifelessly. If it wasn't for the monotonous beeping of the heartbeat monitor there would have been no sign that he was still alive.

I felt tears well up in my eyes again.

He's like that because of me.

I slowly moved towards his bed.
His wrists were neatly bandaged, but there were blood stains visible here and there.

I grasped his hand carefully. It looked so fragile, as if it could break any moment, if you only put a little bit too much pressure onto it.

I stayed by Yoongi's side the entire day, but he didn't even move an inch.

It was already pitch black outside and my eyes were getting extremely heavy, so I let my head sink down onto the bed. Still holding onto Yoongi as if he would vanish the second I let go of his hand.