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(A/n: Thank you so much for 27k reads, it amazes me how quickly the reads and votes are going up, it means a lot to me! Also, the song up above isn't BTS related, I just really love this song and I think it corresponds quite well with this chapter! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy and have a wonderful day/night! ☀️🌈💕✨)

Requested by: @StraykidsMemeHacker

Trigger warning: Death of family members and self-harm. I know lost of us have probably lost someone they love, and I completely understand this. I have lost many loved one as well, so I don't want to offend or trigger anyone in any way. Also, please if you ever feel like harming yourself, talk to someone you trust and know will help you get proper help! You are beautiful the way you are, so please don't harm yourself!

Song: "Sinking" by DËAN
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M/N's P.O.V

My eyes brimmed with tears, threatening to fall as he began to speak.

"I'm so sorry, (M/n)," His words were soft and sympathetic, yet they carried such sorrow and agony. "But they're gone. They all died in a head-on collision." Tears began to run down my face, but I didn't let out a sound, not even a whimper or a gasp.

It felt like time had slowed down, leaving me numb to everything he had just told me, as if it had paused everything, that was tumbling around me.

"Mr. Min?" A deep voice asked, drawing me out of my daze.
"Yes?" I hoarsely asked, turning my head towards the sound for their voice as I laid in the somewhat comfy white bed.
"Your husband is here for you." The doctor stated, setting down a tray of food in front of me. "You also need to eat. You haven't been eating recently and it's beginning to worry us."
"Okay," I murmured, picking up the white plastic spoon to eat some of the gravy-covered mash potatoes. "They died." I quickly placed the spoon down, suddenly remembering why I wasn't hungry.

"Who died?" The doctor asked, quickly stopping in his tracks as he turned towards me.
"My family, they're all dead. I only have Yoongi and the rest of his friends and family." My voice wavered a bit as the pain, once again, tore at my heart strings like it was a piece of blank paper. Easily ripped, but hard to tape back together once torn apart, piece by piece.

"Oh, your husband did not inform me of this. I'm very sorry for your loss." He stated, his eyes somberly staring into mine. "Please don't try and harm yourself again while I'm gone. I don't think your husband could handle something like that again, we almost lost you."
"I won't," I muttered, laying back down in the warm bed. "Can you please send Yoongi in?" I looked up at him, wincing at the bright lights that littered the room. "I miss him."
"Yes, don't worry. He's out in the hall, waiting." He smiled, waving goodbye as he opened the door and shut it behind him.

"Thank you..." I spoke, playing with the hem of my hospital gown. "Oh, he's gone." Realizing the man had left, I didn't care to pay attention to much anymore

"(M/n), are you awake?" A familiar deep voice asked, opening my hospital room door.
"Yeah," I answered, glancing over at my slightly taller, blonde-haired husband. "Come on in, I don't bite." I laughed a bit, shifting a bit in the bed.

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(A/n: There will be a part two! I hope you enjoyed! ☀️✨💛)
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