"Seo Yeon. Seo Yeon, wake up," I heard Namjoon call out to me while I was being shaken.

I was about to ignore him and continue sleeping until I remembered where I was and who I was waiting for. My eyes immediately shot open and I sat straight.

"Where is Yoongi? Did you find him?" I asked him very suddenly which threw him off guard.

His eyes showed a hint of disappointment the moment he registered my question and he looked down.

I let a breath escape my mouth as I too started feeling disappointed. I looked around the tent and saw that the PVC sheets were already up and the soldiers had already left. The sun shone brightly outside, and I could tell that because the PVC sheets were somewhat transparent, but the view was really blurry.

If Yoongi is around here, then he should've appeared by now, but he hasn't, and we've been waiting for him ever since yesterday evening.

"Namjoon what do we do? We've waited for too long. What if something happened to him?!" I asked Namjoon. I was on the verge of crying, because I knew that this was our last chance of finding out where he was. Now that the tents were finally sealed off, we won't be able to go back to ours and meet up with the rest of the members. We won't be able to know how Hoseok's injury is doing, we wouldn't know whether or not Jimin woke up, even the nurses won't be able to check up on my injury. I was registered in the other tent and not in this one, so for now I'm a nobody here. No one knows my name and if someone found Jungkook or my mother, no one would know who they should tell the news to, because they don't know who Lee Seo Yeon is.

"There is nothing we can do but wait a bit longer," He said then laid himself down on the bed. I watched him as he hugged himself and just stared at the floor next to him. He was trying to remain calm and composed, unlike me who was thinking of all the worst case scenarios possible.

I started biting my nails nervously as anxiety washed over my body.

If the nurse told us that Yoongi existed and lead us to this very specific bed which even had his name and jacket on it, then that means that Yoongi definitely is here. However, that also means two things: Either Yoongi slept somewhere else, or something bad happened to him, and the two cases frightened me.

I hugged my knees and buried my head as deep as I could into them. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to listen to my own heart beats. The beats weren't even at all, and it created a very unusual type of music. It was the type that portrayed a variety of emotions, but at the same time, it didn't. My heart was already dead on the inside, but it kept forcing itself to beat for everyone and everything around it, and that was why its rhythm didn't sound right. It was just like a person who is being forced to play an instrument. The music he will produce won't sound like proper music, when it technically is considered as one. That was my heart's condition at the moment. Something in me wanted me to pull my head away from the source of such hideous music, but I wanted to hear it. I wanted to hear what it wanted to say. Everyone and everything needs a chance to express. My heart did too. Even if it didn't express itself in the right way, it was portraying some form of expression and I had to respect it. If I wasn't going to listen to it, then who would?

Just as I was continuing my train of thoughts, some masculine voice interrupted me.

"Excuse me?" We heard and so we immediately sat up straight. I didn't associate the voice to Yoongi because this guy right here sounded way different, but I was hoping that he would have any form of information about Yoongi's whereabouts.

"I think this is my bed," He said, and I knitted my eyebrows in confusion.

"What do you mean it's your bed? It literally says Min Yoongi on the clipboard," I replied to him.

The man, who I presumed to be in his early twenties, seemed like he was busy thinking of what I was saying, and he seemed confused too.

When the realization hit, his eyes widened and he said," Aaah. Yes, Min Yoongi. He just left yesterday morning after handing his bed over to me."

My heart started beating so fast after hearing what he said.

Yoongi.... left?! To where?!

"W-What? H-how? Then why is his clipboard still attached to the bed?" Namjoon asked him, obvious that he was going to cry at any moment. It seemed like he was having trouble breathing at the moment and I didn't blame him. I myself found difficulty breathing too.

"He didn't leave officially. The nurses know nothing about this. He told me that he has six brothers who were waiting for him, so he wanted to go out and look for them. He was even too kind to give me his bed and his jacket. I just forgot to wear it," He said and that was the moment my heart stopped.

"Are you kidding me?!" Namjoon suddenly shouted in anger and punched the bed. He kept on punching it repeatedly as hard as he possibly could, making loud, screeching noises escape the weak bed and so we gained the attention of so many people.

I myself was angry too, so I had to speak up," There is going to be a snowstorm! How can he leave without even taking his jacket with him?! Why didn't you stop him?!"

The poor man seemed to be frightened by our sudden outbursts, so it seemed like he forgot how to talk. Namjoon stopped punching the mattress and just sat there staring at the ground, chest heaving as he tried to take his breath.

"How are we supposed to find him now? Did he tell you anything else?" I asked the man and he nodded.

"He isn't gonna be gone for long. One of the main reasons he lent me his bed was that he wanted me to hold onto it for him so when he comes back with his brothers, there can be something they can lie on if they got injured. He said he won't go far away. He will be back by today evening," The man said, and it made Namjoon only more furious. He didn't know what to do anymore. It was too much for him to handle. He is losing them one by one, and it hurt. It hurt to not to be able to save his brothers. He took it upon himself to bring them all back safely to their families and to their lives, but it wasn't easy on him. Life was crushing him like a bug but he was still fighting for it.

Suddenly, Namjoon let out a sigh and bowed down to the man after standing up from his bed," We are sorry for getting angry at you. It isn't your fault. Please get well soon."

At that, Namjoon straightened himself again and helped me up to my feet. I bowed down slightly to the man before Namjoon pulled me along gently. There was no where for us to go now. The tents were completely sealed down and we didn't have any empty beds in here.

Namjoon and I decided to settle on the floor near the exit of the tent. It was the only place that no one stepped foot into because there was no use in being near it; No one could exit anyway.

"Namjoon," I called out for him. He looked into my direction and hummed in response.

"What will happen when Yoongi returns today?" I asked him and bit my lip in anxiety.

He furrowed his eyebrows and shifted himself closet to me.

"What do you mean?" He asked, eyes filled with confusion and concern.

"The tents are sealed. How will he be able to enter?"

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Hello my lovelies..

New updaatteee!!!

okay, I'll be honest with you... I think that everyone thought this will be another small, cute family reunion like the one Namjoon, Jimin and Tae had back then, but I guess not... Things are still tough... Remember, everyone has a story... so, let's see what Yoongi's story is.

The train of ideas is still going... I don't know how it hit, but it did, and I'm grateful because at least now I can write more and more...

I'm really excited for the ending and the explanation chapter!

Oh by the way... if you had any problems with the first chapter, I edited it to be a bit more detailed, so if you want, you can check it out.

Don't forget to take care and love yourselves,

Thank you all,

I love you,

-R 💜💜