Dread had clawed through my mind. And I was in constant denial with myself to believe whatever those cops and Jimin were saying. Numerous vicious thoughts were haunting me. Why would someone want to kill Jimin? It is absolutely nonsensical.

Not even a single soul has a solemn reason to do such a despicable deed— because nobody knows him here. He had left everything behind him when we moved to Seoul together almost three years ago. Everything was in the past now. Then what could be possible the reason behind all this? Is there someone in this city who recognizes him?

Does that mean that all the times when I felt someone was watching over me or following me— someone really was there, and I was not just being paranoid about it? 

This mere thought was enough to send chills throughout my entire being, and my toes curled up together, digging into the material of the couch I was sitting on. I folded my legs as I brought them close to my chest, enveloping my arms around them. 

Everything is alright, Hana. Jimin is absolutely alright— I told myself again. But deep down, I was aware that someone out there was roaming freely, looking for another chance to harm Jimin, but I did not want to believe that. I did not even want to ponder over that thought.

I looked at Jimin, who was drowned in a deep slumber. His brunette locks illuminated due to the moonlight which seeped through the window, located beside the hospital bed, and fell over him. His face remained extremely relaxed, devoid of any negative emotions. 

“Aren't you scared, Jimin?” I murmured, looking at his tranquil sleeping figure in front of me. How can he not lose his composure, even after going through all these things?

 I had a sudden urge to breathe outside air. I needed to simmer down myself to be able to orient my thoughts properly. Unfolding the limbs, I promptly got up on my feet and slipped out of the small closed room through the door, very cautiously.

I dragged my feet deliberately out of the hospital building, meeting with the chilly night breeze right away. I folded my arms around me instinctively when a gust of cold air brushed past me, sending shivers throughout my body.

The city was bustling in front of me. The vehicles sprinted on the road rapidly, people bantered with each other as they walked past me, but I barely paid any attention to all of that. My mind was already fazed with numerous thoughts as I sauntered down the sidewalk by the road. I did not know where I was heading to, nor I had some destination in my mind. I was just following the crowd obliviously, with all of my senses nullified.

Moments later, I found myself standing in the middle of the crosswalk, and an alarm rang in my mind immediately. The honking of vehicles resonated in my ears, and I looked around as the vehicles drove past me, just a few mere inches away from me. Not so long after, a sudden wave of panic washed over me when I saw a car speeding rapidly in my direction. I was unable to maneuver myself until I was pulled back by my hand with a sudden force.

“Are you trying to kill yourself or what?” The person bawled out at me. My mind was still in the process of registering what just happened a few seconds ago, but I finally looked up when I was shaken by my shoulders again. 

I tore myself away from their grip immediately, and when I belatedly regained my senses, I realized that it was none other than Taehyung who had saved me from getting into an accident.

“What...I j-just -” I stuttered, batting my eyelashes in puzzlement. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” He shouted, yanking my hand again.

“It shouldn't concern you. Leave me alone!” I retorted back as I struggled to free myself from his tight grip. 

“You are roaming around during the night being completely clueless of where you are even going, and you want me to leave you here like this?” He said, gritting his teeth.

“Taehyung, you're hurting me, please!” I quivered due to a sudden sharp pain jolting through my arm from where he had held onto it.

“Oh, shut up for fuck's sake! You could have been seriously injured if I didn't pull you back at the right time! Do you even realize that?” He growled as his forehead puckered, and a vein popped out in his neck.

My lips trembled at the loss of words. As soon as the realization dawned on me, a feeling of guilt flooded over me instantly. My head dropped down when I felt my eyes filling to the brim with tears.

“Hana?” he called my name, his voice not harsh anymore; instead it was soft and feeble this time. But I did not dare to look up as I was barely holding onto the tears.

“I'm sorry. I shouldn't have s-said that," I uttered, still looking down at my feet. 

“It's okay, c-come with me. People are giving us weird looks," he said as he hauled me along with himself to where his car was parked. 

I looked down at his hand, which was wrapped around my wrist securely, and a sudden nostalgic feeling engulfed me. He halted in his tracks and turned back, meeting my eyes. “I'll drop you off at the hospital," he told me, but I did not answer back because my attention was somewhere else.

His gaze immediately followed my line of sight, felling over our entwined hands. And his hand was retracted back from mine promptly as he stepped back awkwardly. My heart crumbled inside at his response, and I looked away.

“Get in,” he said flatly, opening the door of the passenger side of his car.

“I can go back myself, you don't need to do that,” I mumbled in a low voice.

“I am not leaving you here," his voice was stern, and his face was devoid of any emotion again.

Battling with my own emotions, I balled my fists tightly and spoke again, “Why are you doing this? I know you saved me, and I am thankful for that, but I can take care of myself.”

“Can you not be stubborn right now? I just saw how well you can take care of yourself," he said, rolling his eyes at me.

“I was just-”

“Get inside the fucking car before I throw you in myself," he snarled, raking his hands through his ebony hair.

His loud voice caused me to jump slightly at my place. I stomped my feet on the concrete and finally gave up as I got inside the car. I knew that he would not budge even a tad bit from here unless I do as he says.

Taehyung slammed the door of his side as he got in, causing me to flinch again. The car engine roared as soon as he inserted the keys and pressed his foot on the clutch. “Put on the safety belt,” he commanded.

 Without saying a word, I just did as he instructed. A thick silence followed afterward, and he shuffled at his spot a little before pulling the motor vehicle onto the road. None of us dared to breathe a word further.

I could feel my heart hammering vigorously inside my rib cage, and I feared if he could listen to my heartbeats. Therefore, I pretended to look out of the window to avoid awkwardness. But I still could sense the tension in the atmosphere, and his proximity inside that closed space was worsening it. I was trying my hardest not to let my emotions take a toll on me at that moment. 

“Why were you out at this time?” He queried out of the blue, breaking the preceding silence. 

"Uh, I couldn't s-sleep, that's why…” I answered while stammering and cursing myself for it right after. 

He was silent for a few moments as he kept focusing on the road in front of him while driving. He glanced at me for a second before speaking again, "You...you never had panic attacks before, why now?”

My head turned towards him as I was taken aback by his sudden question. Then I remembered he saw me in the psychiatric ward this morning. He probably had asked Doctor Namjoon about it; they seemed to be pretty close with each other.

“It just happened, nothing serious,” I muttered under my breath as I sealed my lips in a thin line. There is no way I was going to tell him the truth; he need not know that. 

“It did not seem like nothing when you passed out today. But I understand, you probably don't want to tell me. Who am I to you anyway now,” he shrugged his shoulders casually, but his mocking tone didn't go unnoticed by me.

“How do you know I had a panic attack today?” I questioned, ignoring all of his previous mockeries.

“The nurse called me to check up on you, I gave you the shot,” he replied flatly. 

“I see.” 

“No, but what's actually going on with you?” 

“I was worried about Jim-” I stopped abruptly when I suddenly realized that it was Taehyung whom I was talking to. 

“Oh, so it was all about him at last, huh?” He scoffed. I could sense the evident annoyance dripping from his voice.

“None of your business,” I snapped back, and a look of great bitterness swept across his face. The next thing I knew was that he had pressed the brakes strenuously, causing the car to come to a sudden halt. 

“Yeah sure, it never had been anyway,” he jeered sullenly.

“What the fuck!” I cursed out loud as my body jerked forward. Had it not been for the safety belt, my head would have been smashed against the dashboard for sure.

“Get out!” He lashed out, and the muscles of his shoulder tensed beneath the fabric of the shirt he was wearing. Anger coursed through me at the sudden outburst of his insolent and arrogant etiquette. And without even wasting another second, I vacated his car and slammed the door shut harshly.

“I didn't ask you to drive me here, stop being such a jerk!” I growled right at his face before stomping inside the hospital as the new hot tears spilled over.

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