A bright white ceiling greeted me when I opened my eyes. The smell of disinfectants strong. Warmth enveloped my hand along with the weight of the hand holding my own. The rest of me felt freezing cold.

Worse yet, I felt disoriented. Detached from my own body. As if I was watching someone else's life play through my eyes.

My heart felt heavy and I wanted to cry the moment I opened my eyes.

Nothing made sense.

Where was I? Where was everyone else? Why was Jungkook sleeping on a chair beside my bed... Which wasn't even my bed to begin with.

More importantly. Where was Oppa?

I lifted my free hand to find an IV stuck to it.

Was I ... in a hospital?

Why? What happened?

The last thing I remember was ... falling sleeping in Jungkook's arms.

Wait! How long had I been here anyway? What day was it? Had they found Oppa? Where had he gone in the first place?

So many questions and not a single answer.

Taking a deep breath I looked around the room. It was a typical hospital room. White walls, green curtains, a tv fixed on the wall, numerous button on the wall beside the bed.

The door opening drew my gaze.

A lady in a white coat entered the room. She was clearly a doctor. Seeing my eyes on her, she smiled. Especially when she noticed the sleeping boy by my hip. The dark circles on his eyes speaking louder than words.

"I'm glad to see you're awake miss Soo." She said, mindful to keep her voice low. I was thankful to her for that. Jungkook must've been here longer than I thought.

"He's been here the whole day. All of them have." She added with a curious look shot my way.

I blinked at her. Oh, I wasn't worried she'd spill anything about the boys staying the whole day in the hospital to the media. She would strictly be under contract not to spill details. The whole hospital would be.

I was feeling too suffocated to return her smile. To even force one onto my lips.

"How are you feeling miss Soo?" She asked clearing her throat when I said nothing. Grabbing a torch from her coat pocket, she pulled my eyelids down and peered into my eyes.

Biting my lip, I stayed silent. I didn't know how to answer.

Do I lie and tell her I felt fine?

Or did I tell her that there was something permanently stuck on my throat? That I felt the need to bawl my eyes out? That I wanted to bury myself under the blanket and never have to face the world ever again?

The doctor sighed, as she pulled back. "You don't have a concussion. Make sure to drink lots of water, alright sweaty?" She said kindly, tucking my hair behind my ear.

I only nodded my head in reply to her. If she found it disconcerting, she didn't show it. Only giving me another smile before she checked the monitors and stuff around me, made sure my IV was working properly, before she left the room.

Silence filled the room, making my raging thoughts loud.

The urge to cry was still strong.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath. My head pressed tightly to the pillow. I was squeezing Jungkook's hand too, but he didn't wake up. That I was thankful for.

He looked like he really needed the sleep. Which makes me wonder... How long exactly I had to have been here. Why did he look so stressed? He didn't look half as bad that night when I sneaked into his room.

The door opening snapped my head up. I hadn't realised I'd been staring so intently at Jungkook.

Jin, Namjoon, Jimin,Taehyung and Hoseok barged into the room. My eyes darted from one boy to the other, searching for a face I'd known the longest.

"Haya... Oh Haya, thank Lord you are finally awake." Jin exclaimed.

Relife was evident in all of their faces. Yet that relief was quick to leave, as quick as it dawned on their faces.

Fisting a hand on the t-shirt over my heart - ironic I was wearing one of Suga's - and gasped for breath. As hard as I'd tried to not burst out crying, seeing he wasn't there wasn't helping in the least bit.

I heard many exclamations of my name and running footsteps. I couldn't see past my blurry vision, and I was facing the ceiling.

Jimin reached me first. I could tell by the touch and small hand that slipped under my shoulder and lifted me to a sitting position. My hand - which wasn't caught in Jungkook's - wrapped around his waist, head burying on his stomach and broke down for the nth time. He hugged me tightly to him, one hand stroking my hair, the other wrapped protectively around my shoulder.

I felt another hand rubbing my back, Jin's if my guess isn't off. Jimins angelic voice whispered reassurance. And another hand caught my hand that was wrapped around Jimin's waist. Thin long fingers giving my own a reassuring squeeze - Taehyung.

Someone sat down on the bed beside Jimin. Another hand adding to my head -Hoseok. Which left Namjoon to pat my leg.

Even with all of that, even if I was far from alone right then. Even if I was surrounded by love, why did I feel as if I was stuck on an island in the middle of nowhere. Left to fend for myself. Unable to tell up from down. Why did it feel like I was alone?

Why did it feel as if someone was squeezing my heart really tight? Why was it so hard to draw in breath? Why won't tears stop falling?

Why was the only person who's arms I wanted to be in right now missing? Where was Yoongi Oppa?

At one point the boys left my side. Everyone except Jimin- whom I was holding on to - and Jungkook - who was still asleep. The last thing I remember feeling was a pinprick on the inside of my elbow. Then subconsciousness pulled me under.

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Next time I regained consciousness, it was to the feel of a gentle hand stroking my hair. The side of my head was pressed against a thigh.

A soft murmur of more than one voice said I wasn't alone with whoever stroked my hair.

The only reason I wasn't alarmed was because I recognised the smell of the perfume the person I was sticked to was wearing. Jungkook's.

Slowly I opened my eyes, mindful not to let the light blind me. The first thing my eyes met was Jungkook's darker pair. Worry and relief filling the chocolaty pair.

Despite the worry, a bright bunny smile lit up his face when he met my gaze. Even a touch of excitement touching his darker pair.

"Haya, someone important came to see you." He whispered. His fingers lightly grazing through my tangled raven locks. His smile turned more affectionate with his words.

My heart skipped a beat as I stared at him.

No, not at the picture perfect boy hovering over me. Well, not entirely. I was more interested in the important someone who came to visit. My mind instant in procuring an image of a pale skinned, gummy smiled, handsome in an adourable way, boy.

Jungkook's hand was on my shoulder before I could shoot upright. His hands gentle as he held me down on the bed with next to no effort. That gentle bunny smile making his eyes crinkle.

"It's not Yoongi hyung Haya." He explained in a clam tone. His eyes told another story. They dart around apprehensive. Almost as if waiting for me to start panicking again. His fingers digging a fraction into my shoulder. Tense, ready to hold me down if I fought.

For whatever reason, I took the news more calmly that my clenching heart felt. If I had to make a wild guess, I'd say it was the gentle calmness in Jungkook's own voice.

Making my body go limp against the bed, I nodded my head. Indicating that I understood. He stared at me a beat longer before pulling back. A hesitant bunny smile lifting his lips, before he got up from the bed - he'd been sitting by my shoulder.

My fingers flexed with the need to hang on to him, ask him not to leave. I fought down the urge. Instead turned my head in the direction he was looking.

I almost jerked upright again seeing the short, plump bespectacled man standing at the foot of the bed. Jungkook's soothing hand was instant in replacing back on my forehead. Gentle yet firm as he held my head down, refusing to let me sit up.

"How are you feeling my dear?" The man asked, addressing me as he walked closer. A smile on his lips, eyes hidden behind his glasses.

"PDnim." My voice was coarse with disuse. Scratchy and making me cough. "Oppa?" It was the only word I could get out with my dried throat before someone could hand me a glass of water. I hadn't seen Jimin was in the room with us.

When I shot him a greatful look, he only gave me a smile - eyes disappearing - and tangled his fingers through my own. A silent offer of support. It was all I needed to know BangPD did not have good news for me.

He sighed, fixing his glasses, when my worried eyes flitted to him at Jimin's gesture.

"Jungkook, Jimin. Join the others, I want to talk to Eunha alone." He said, addressing the two boys instead of acknowledging my unasked question. Oh, he clearly saw it. It was written across my eyes without being hidden.

Jimin lightly shoved Jungkook away from me when he hesitated. Not roughly, just enough for him to squeeze between the two of us and give me a hug. His hand remained on my head, not pulling away even when Jimin pressed me tightly against him.

One arm held the back of my head securely while the other wrapped around my shoulder. Resting his chin on my shoulder, he squeezed me tightly but gently to his warmth. My own hands remained clenched tight on the blanket that kept me from freezing.

"We're all here for you love, try not to panic again alright." He whispered. Pulling away, he gave me a reassuring smile, One that swallowed up his eyes. "We're always here for you." He added before pulling away. It was all as well he didn't wait for an answer before turning to Jungkook, I doubt I'd have given him One had he waited for it.

He took the Jungkook's free hand, focusing his attention on him.

"Come on Kookie. Haya will be right here when we get back, won't you love?" The last part was addressed to me.

As much as I wanted to remain unresponsive - thinking too much hurt, also keeping my mind blank kept the thought the Oppa was still missing away, which in turn made it easy to forget. Made it easy to bear. But One look at Jungkooks lost expression, I forced my head to bob in a nod.

I owed him that much - and more.

Even if the action made me feel dizzy. Even if whatever was lodged in my throat made me feel nauseus. Even if it hit like a brick wall that the reason PDnim probably wanted to talk is because oppa isn't here. Even when the panic clawed at my throat with the reminder that if he's sending them out, what he wanted to talk was private. Something I wouldn't want to know myself, much less anyone else.

Even so, the relief that touched Jungkooks eyes and took over his face was worth it. Worth every fiber of panic I felt, if he didn't have to be worried over me any more.

Jungkook brushed a hand through my hair and gave me a long look. Then with a tight nod, he dragged Jimin outside, leaving me alone with BangPD.

A/N~
Short update... But the new MV was out of this world! Someone come cry with me for the utter pefection both the MV's are.