Tears kept streaming down my face without taking a break, and my brain wasn't able to function well as I hysterically scampered through the hallway after hallway to the surgical ward where Jimin had been taken.

He'll be fine; nothing will happen to him— I tried to get hold of myself. I can't afford to lose him too. I won't be able to endure the pain if something happens to him; he's the last string that has kept me sane all these years. The only thing on my mind was his safety and well-being.

I searched for a door titled some variant of 'Surgery'. My eyes eventually saw the signpost, and I approached the nurse sitting on the help desk in front of the double doors I entered.

"How may I help you?" She inquired.

"Park Jimin, the emergency patient... I'm here for h-him." I answered, sobbing continuously.

"The accident case, right?" She questioned as she skimmed through the entries on the screen, and I nodded in confirmation.

"Miss, you have to complete some formalities. The surgery needs to start as soon as possible," she informed me, handing some forms to be filled in.

I stared down at my hands, twisting and knotting them as if doing so would hold back the turmoil inside me. I looked up at the clock on the wall in front of me. It's been two hours already, and I still didn't know what exactly was going on inside the operation theatre.

"It happened because of me," I mumbled to myself.

"None of this would have happened if Jimin hadn't gone out to buy medicines for me." The tears once again started rolling down my already stained cheeks. Ducking my head down, I let the river of tears flow freely.

My panicked thoughts grew wilder, and anxiety took over me. Feeling short of breath suddenly, I tried to inhale sharply. I felt my body started trembling. I held on to the bench with shaky hands while gasping for air. From the periphery of my vision, I saw the nurse from earlier running towards me.

"Ma'am, i-it's okay. Try to take deep breaths," I heard her say.

"Ji... Jimin, he -" the words died at the tip of my tongue as my head started spinning around, and the next moment I knew, everything had turned pitch black, almost spontaneously.

I woke up to the pungent smell of hospital disinfectant invading my nostrils. I slowly opened my eyes, squinting in an attempt to sharpen the blurred images before me. Glancing around my surroundings, I took in the blue and white color schemed hospital ward and an IV drip connected to my veins.

"Jimin..." His name was the first thing I whispered.

I could not remember how I got here, but I knew for sure that I wanted to be out as soon as possible. So, I immediately pulled out the IV line, and a sharp pain coursed through my hand. But ignoring the pain, I climbed off the bed and rushed out of the ward I was in.

"Miss, you are still weak, you need-"

"I need to go to him," I said, cutting off the nurse's words and hastened past her, running towards the surgical ward where I was a few hours ago.

"Are you feeling better now?" the nurse at the help desk looked up at me with concern.

"I'm f-fine. I need to go s-see him. Where's he?" I asked her.

"Mr. Park was shifted to the intensive care unit after the surgery. He needs to be kept under observation for now," she informed.

"The surgery...it went w-well, right?"

"His condition was critical, but the surgery went alright. The doctor will tell you the details later, mam".

"C-can I see him?"

"He's still unconscious, but you can see him if you want to. I'll inform the doctor," she said, and I nodded.

My quivering fingers touched the door to open it. The coldness of the door sent shivers through my veins. My heart was pounding dangerously inside my ribcage as I entered inside, sliding the doors shut behind me.

The room was a single square space painted in white with a wooden floor. As soon as my gaze fell on the bed in the middle of the room, my insides cracked up. Tears spilled over and flowed down my face like a river escaping a dam. The bed was surrounded by all kinds of medical equipment and apparatuses. And there laid Jimin in the middle of everything with his eyes closed, all draped in bandages.

His face was pale as ever, so many tubes came out of his nose, wires from the various equipment were attached to him. Only the beeping sound of the cardiac monitor echoed in the solitary, closed room. I could barely see his chest heaving up and down occasionally.

"Why are you lying here like this?" I murmured as I sat down on the stool in front of his bed. My heart ached on seeing him lying there like a lifeless being. Tears spilled over and flowed down my face like a river escaping a dam.

"Jimin, I'm sorry.... you are like t-this because of m-me." I sobbed, holding his hand in mine carefully.

"Please w-wake up soon... I can't see y-you like this. Are you l-listening to me, huh?" My bottom lip quivered as my shoulders dropped in resignation. I just sat there in utter silence, staring at his frail form and the hot liquid continued to pour out of my eyes.

Moments later, the door slid open, and the footsteps pattered inside the room. I could hear the shuffling of papers and clicking of the pen behind me.

"Hello, I'm Mr. Park's surgeon," a deep masculine voice spoke shortly afterward, sounding oddly very familiar to my ears, and the breath hitched in my throat.

I might be assuming things; there's no chance it could be what I am thinking, I thought.

Swaying away my subtle thoughts and all the impossible possibilities I was thinking about, I stood up from the stool while wiping my stained cheeks and turned towards him.

The moment my eyes fell on the person standing in front of me, my whole body froze right there. All the senses got knocked out of me.

He was looking straight into my eyes, his face devoid of any expression, while my head had turned into a whirlwind of infinite emotions. I couldn't decipher any of the thoughts or the various emotions I was feeling.

It was my first time seeing him, after almost four years. And he had changed a lot. The person who stood in front of me wasn't the same cheery and bubbly person anymore, as imprinted in my memories. He seemed like an entirely different person, whom I don't know even a bit.

And at that very moment, I knew- I'm the reason behind it; his whole demeanor was screaming that at my face.

"Taehyung..." his name rolled off my lips before I could even orient my thoughts further.

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A/N : Sorry for hurting our baby Mochi , I really didn't wanted to , trust me!! 🤧😭