Jungkook looked at the almost lifeless body on the hospital bed, frail and weak. Drips where running through his vessels, proving to be the only sort of survival for the elder. Wires were pierced deeply in his skin, and the defibrillator which had brought back Jimin to life at the last moment laid devoid of emotions at the end of the room.

The hospital room was saturated with the undeniable stench of blood and tears. Jungkook was deep in sleep, his tear stained hand holding Jimin's blood stained ones.

Both mentally and physically exhausted, Jungkook had managed to stay awake for three days, owing to the energy deprivation.

All his emotions had evaporated into thin air except for the guilt.

He felt guilty for not taking the stab. As much as he wanted to go back in time to save Jimin, he knew nothing was possible.

Everything was just a mere contradiction.

The echoes were shadowless and he felt defenseless against fate. Fate was always on the prowl but this time, it taught him that darkness was not beautiful.

It was just adrenaline pumping through him when he saw darkness. It was pitch black, darker than his heart and louder than the bombs. Though it was completely silent, Jungkook felt the cry of agony on repeat. It was utter anguish, as if he were stabbed with thousand knives.

His head throbbed with the struggle to survive, for he had lost the meaning of his life.

It had always been Jimin, and even now, it was Jimin.

The tears spilt by Jungkook were the words that were meant to be inked in every heart. A part of him had already died, for it was only the subtle beating of his heart that kept him alive.

To him, it was Jimin missing from his life, but the world seemed to be depopulated by his absence. The whole world was silent, and this silent engraved pain in his mind.

Razors kissed his insides, and he clenched around the mental agony, not able to subside the either of them.

But this pain was nothing compared to the tormenting pain he felt while he held the elder's blood stained hands. It broke his leaden heart into a million unfixable pieces.

It would have been commendable when it was his blood instead of Jimin's, but fate didn't always work out that way.

Jungkook slowly opened his eyes after a nap of ten minutes, and held Jimin's hands even more tightly. Fresh tears flowed from his eyes like crystals and dripped on his bloodied shirt. Every tantalising tear drop represented his love for Jimin.

His eyes were bloodshot, lips were chapped and his throat was dry. His energy was completely exhausted, and he looked pale, resembling a malnourished man.

His health had apparently got worse, and he looked as frail as Jimin. But even for a minute, he wouldn't move away from the bedridden elder. Jimin was the utmost priority for now, for he had sacrificed his own life for him.

Memories they shared in the two months they were together hit him like a ton of bricks, as he slumped on the chair helplessly. Jimin was an absolute angel, but he was a monster.

It was his fault that he didn't save Jimin.

All the moments he had shared with Jimin only made him even more guilty, as his tears blanketed the naked expressions on his face.

Kookie!

Yah! I made banana milk! Do you want it cooled down?

No matter how much you annoy me, I'll always protect you.

You're my Jungkookie!

A gush of tears trickled down his cheeks, overlapping the inconsistent memories and happenings. It had all taken place within a minute. It was that one minute that he deeply regretted.

"Crying won't bring him back, kook," he heard Taehyung saying from afar.

"I just want to see him once more and tell him how much I love him! I absolutely deserve another chance..." Jungkook sobbed uncontrollably.

"I can understand how you're feeling right now, but you need to control your emotions under the circumstances," Taehyung consoled Jungkook who wiped the fresh tears out of his face.

"Everyone deserves a second chance..."he convulsed into tears again, and Taehyung looked at the vulnerable man in front of him with a sad smile on his face.

"Why did it had to be him? Why couldn't it be me?"he agonizingly shouted.

"I don't want to lose him again..." Jungkook mumbled on and on.

"You need to calm down Kookie," Taehyung went near him and tried to pacify the agitated self.

"How can I? He gave away his life for me," Jungkook cried uncontrollably, his tears draining every ounce of his energy.

"Exactly! He sacrificed his life for you. That life is for you to live," Taehyung retaliated, trying to instill some sense in him.

"How can I live again when he is my life?" Jungkook shouted, staggering down on the floor.

"You cannot live anyone's life or anyone won't life your life. You have your own life to live," Taehyung lifted Jungkook up.

"I already lived my life, hyung!" Jungkook removed himself from Taehyung's grasp.

But how much ever he sprawled and cried, Jungkook never left Jimin's hand. It was safe in his grasp, but lifeless.

"You got a second chance! Learn to live it," Taehyung shook the younger.

"What meaning does it give to me, hyung? He is on the verge of dying and its my fault," Jungkook whimpered in pain.

"None of this is your fault. He saved you and he would have felt even more guilty if he had not saved you," Taehyung said, wiping away the tears from Jungkook's face.

"But-"

"Stop will all the complaints and whining kook. None of your tears won't bring him back. Think practically. Everything lies in the hands of the doctors for now," Taehyung said, his voice laced with concern.

"I-"

"Have hope, Jungkook and he will be back," Taehyung said, smiling softly.

"I have hope hyung. I have hope that he will be back. I know he will be back because he is strong. He is my hyung and my hyung is strong," Jungkook consoled himself.

"Yes, you need to have hope. I wanted to give you a letter which Jimin had written with his blood before he was taken into the emergency room," Taehyung said, taking out a crumpled up note from his pocket and handing it over to Jungkook.

Jungkook took the letter, with his whole body shivering and opened the paper ever so subtly. His fingers were trembling and his lips were quivering in fear.

In the crumbled paper, was a three letter word written neatly in the form of a calligraphy, as painful as the emotions Jimin was feeling at that time.

I love you

At the same time, the heart monitor attached to Jimin beeped a straight line.

*****

Come back to me again

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A/N's note: This is not the end ya'all. Don't panic