another month has passed that yoongi hasnt woken up. the doctors have told his parents that if he doesnt wake up in the next week, that they are pulling the plug. his conditions havent gotten worse, but they havent gotten better.
two months ago he was hit by a car
two months ago you started hating yourself.
two months ago you lost your best friend.
you sat in the hospital waiting room that youve come too familiar with. jimin and hoseok sat on either sides of you, while jungkook sat across from you. jimin lazily rubbed his hand on your back trying to sooth you. he had noticed how different you were- mentally and phsically. dark purple and brown circles were around your eyes from not sleeping. you’ve lost quite a lot of weight from not eating. you were a lot quieter than you were when yoongi was awake. you couldnt help but be quiet, your best friend had a week to breathe and it was all your fault.
from the right side of you hoseok started crying- hard. he had been crying a lot these days. you hated seeing the practical sunshine turn into something similar to rain. jimin sighed from the other side of you, gave you a small, sad, smile and got up to sit on the other side of hobi, starting to reassure him.
you loved how jimin was always the one who comforted people, putting other peoples feelings in front of his. you wondered how he was truely feeling though. you’ve seen him cry once or twice, but besides that he’s always making sure everyone else is eating and sleeping well, telling them that yoongi will wake up,”its min yoongi that we’re talking about, hes strong. he will wake up.”
you had hope in jimins words for the first few weeks of the accident. but now, you had none.
suddenly, jungkook stood abruptly, causing the three of you to look up at him, confused by his actions.
“i’ve had enough of this. no ones sleeping or eating. all they ever do is cry. and its all your fault.” jungkook practically growled at you, pointing his finger at you as he did so. the three of you stared at him with wide eyes, not believing that he would say something like that.
“jungkook, you know its not her fault. how could she control where yoongi walked or how fast a car was going?” jimin said softly, trying to calm down his younger member.
“if she wasn’t so clingy with him, then he would still be with us. on stage. have you forgotten that we were suppose to be in japan today? doing a concert?” jungkooks words were filled with poison. each and everyone of them landing on your heart and breaking it a little more.
“jungkook. stop saying that. when he wakes up he wi-” jimin started, standing up and walking closer to jungkook before he was cut off.
“hyung, he isnt going to wake up! hes not even alive right now! he’s breathing from machines. hes not living his life anymore, and he wont have a chnace to because of her.” you could see jungkook glare at you from over jimins shoulder, his eyes pierced into yours. “do you know what? im leaving, i cant be here.” with that, jungkook grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the waiting room, despite hoseok and jimin calling to him to stop.
when it settled down, and the nurses stopped looking at your little group, jimin and hoseok started telling you to ignore jungkook, that it wasn’t your fault.
“jungkookie is just bad at showing his emotions.” hoseok said, his tear stained face looking at you.
“i- i think i should go.” you said softly, not making eye contact with the two boys. “i’ll be back tomorrow or something.” you stood up and left in the same direction jungkook did a few moments before.
as soon as you were out of the hospital, you took a deep breath, finally escaping the horrid place that felt like death. from beside you, you heard a noise, like someone was crying. you turned your head and your breath was caught in your throat. there- was jungkook, his back hunched over a little as he was leaning against the brick wall. his hands were on his face, trying to muffle his sounds, but it wasn’t working.
“uh, jungkook?” you asked, his shaking immediately stopping and looking over his shoulder at you.
“i’m sorry y/n. i didn’t mean what i said back there. i know its not your fault. i- i’m just worried and scared about yoongi hyung. i dont want him to die.” he spoke softly, his voice cracking mid through. your heart broke at the sight, you were the reason why he, and everyone around yoongi was like this. instantly, you pulled jungkook into you, pulling him into a tight hold.
“it’s okay jungkook. i forgive you.” you whispered into his ear, his crying starting up again. you couldn’t help but start crying yourself. “i’m scared too- all of us are.” suddenly your phone started ringing in your back pocket. you pulled away from eachother and took your phone out.
“hello?” you asked into the phone.
“y/n? where are you? you need to come back to the waiting room- its yoongi.” jimin said worriedly and rapidly.
your stomach was in your throat, and your hands started to shake while holding the phone.
you could either get your best friend back or lose him- forever.
Through traveling, you make discoveries of friendship, of kindness, of creativity, of joy, of innovation, of faith, and of love. And when you find these in their purest form, it’s the greatest representation of true heart. True heart is timeless; it never ever goes away, even when we do. And isn’t life amazing to have living, breathing, dancing, singing, laughing, examples of that?
Hoseok dragged the heel of his foot through the rough sand, stepping back harshly to dig into the dampness.
“I… L…O…V…” “Whatcha writing, hyung?” Namjoon asked, the other Small laying in the sand sipping on a leaf he’d wrapped in a cone shape, coconut water within. Namjoon was always “hip” like that, deciding to live off the land when he could just use a doll teacup like the rest of them. But Hoseok digresses.
“’I love Jimin,’ of course.” He went back to digging the letters in the sand. The sun was hot on his bare back but he wanted to finish before Jimin and Jungkook returned with the towels from the car.
“Why write it in the sand?”
“Why not? It’s romantic.”
“Because the water will wash it away?”
Hoseok paused at this. Eyes wide he looked down at his progress, looked out at the tide coming in, then back down at his love declaration. “Oh, shit.”
“’Oh, shit,’ indeed, my friend.” Namjoon sipped from his drink.
Later, when Jungkook and Jimin came back, it was to the sight of a tiny piece of paper placed on the sand, held down by four stones on the corners.
I love Jimin.
Nearby, Hoseok was watching the incoming tide with slitted eyes, glaring at it, daring it to come any closer.
“Don’t worry,” Namjoon stage-whispered in Jimin’s ear as soon as Jungkook lowered him down from his Tall shoulder. “If the waves come closer we can just move the paper and rocks to a drier spot.” He fist-bumped a confused, yet touched Jimin. “I’m not gonna sit back and let my man’s love get washed away by some stupid sea.”