TW: Mention of suicide

Yejin's point of view

My eyes stared at the rising sun. Sunlight scattered in the dark blue night sky, making it different shades of blue, pinkish purple, orange, and red. Majority of the sky was covered by clouds, of course, the monsoon was around. The atmosphere filled with the chirping of birds and the faint voices of people and automobiles.

I parted my eyes from the window and gazed at the white walls of the hospital. My mind was a mess- and somehow these white walls weren't helping me to calm down at all. They rather brought back all those memories, playing them on these white walls like a movie.

Some more tears escaped from my eyes, adding more tears stain on my face. My eyes itched and throbbed, a pained sigh left from my mouth. I want to cry more- but my eyes can't cry anymore. Of course, this is what happens to your eyes when you cry the night away.

Those tears weren't because of my broken bones, these were because of my broken heart. My pained broken heart hurt me so much, I can't even breathe properly. I covered my face with my unharmed hand, ignoring the pain of my eyes and focusing on my harshly beating heart, which was tormenting with each heartbeat.

Soon my hand made its way towards my mouth, clamping it tightly to prevent any pained sound from escaping my mouth. I took violent breaths, just to calm myself down but it didn't help at all. It just made my condition worst, making me cry more. I choked on my one tears but didn't let any sound leave from my mouth besides soft whimpers and harsh breaths.

He was beside me, and I neither wanted to disturb him nor let him know I was crying so hard. I didn't want to face him, but when I saw him as soon as I wake up, the guilt hit me like a metal rod. The way he cried, the way he broke in front of me, but the thing which broke me the most was seeing him- standing in the middle of the road where I left him, eyes closed and waiting for that car to hit him. I heard the doctor saying if it wasn't for me, he wouldn't be breathing right now- but whom I'm kidding. I was the only reason he decided to take those steps.

I once again broke into silent sobs, rethinking all those things once again, making my condition worst. I felt my heart can't take this anymore- all these mixed emotions. Anger, guilt, sadness, agony, despair, distress, heartbreak, and shame- all of these emotions are weighing on me and slowly crushing me underneath them.

I looked to my left, that blue curtain covering his bed entirely. Those words which he said to me last time rang in my head. He has said this to me before, maybe more than two times. But this time, his 'I hate you' hit harder than anything else. The way his voice was filling with pain, sadness, betrayal, and heartbreak- his quivering voice broke my heart into tiny pieces.

My eyes drifted towards the door when I heard it opening. The nurse walked in, carrying our breakfast.

"Good morning." She greeted me with a slight smile but it soon disagreed when she saw me.

"Oh my god," she went closer to me and examined me. "Did you cry all night? Why didn't you call me if you were in pain?" I didn't reply to her but just look at her who put some meds on the medicine tray.

"Next time please call me." I nodded and she walked toward Jimin. Slowly she removed those curtains. My eyes fell on him, who was sleeping peacefully facing me. He looked like an angel, a broken angel. Tear stains adorned on his red cheeks, eyes closed with tears in their corner, duvet tightly held in a fist.

"Wake up." He stirred in his place and after a couple of waking calls, he finally opened his eyes. The nurse helped him to sit against the bed, he looked at her then around the hospital and finally his eyes settled on me.

I felt my heart picking up its pace, and blood rushing in veins but I remained emotionless. His eyes soon drifted on me and focused on the meal she just put in front of him so did I. Concentrating on the food which she just put in front of me. Slowly I grabbed the chopstick, It was a good thing my left hand was fractured not my dominant hand.

Even though I didn't have any appetite- even though it was hard to swallow down, I finished my breakfast. Slowly I put the plate on the nightstand. I took the medicines and gulp them down with water. I sighed once I kept the empty glass on the side- my throat needed that.

And soon after I felt my eyes getting heavy, the medications kicked in making the almost unbearable pain in my wrist and leg numb, and slowly I closed my eyes. The itch and burn in my eyes finally started to fade and gradually I fell asleep, finally.

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I low groan left from my mouth as I stirred in my place. Slowly I opened my heavy eyes, saw my dad sitting on the soft near me. The scuffling on the bed must have caught his attention, he dropped the book he was reading and helped me in sitting. Once I was settled in the sitting position without any discomfort, he brought my lunch- wait what time is it?

"What's the time?" My raspy voice surprised me.

"1 past seven minutes." He replied after checking his watch, I nodded. At least I was able to get six-hour sleep.

"Here, you want me to feed you?" He asked, and I nodded my head in denial. But instead of going back to his previous spot he pulled the stool near my bed, sat on it while grabbing chopsticks, and put the cooked piece of meat near my mouth. I looked at him who had a neutral expression on his face.

I silently ate the food, he without any words kept feeding me. To be honest, I was expecting him to be angry with me, said thinking which will fuck up me more or anything which will hurt me but here is he, feeding me. Yesterday- when Hana called me bitch he defended me- even after knowing me what I did he didn't do anything, probably because he didn't get time to react? Or this is the silence before the storm? He's finally planning something.

"Done." He announced and put the plate on the stand, taking tissue and gently wiping my face.

"I'll bring the wheelchair." He said after grabbing the plates and leaving the room. I sighed, I looked down at my fingers and then looked at my left. Again a sigh left from my mouth when my eyes met blue curtains. It was better to face blue curtains rather than facing him.

Soon my dad came back, in a wheelchair. He gently picked me up from my bed, keeping my injuries in mind, and settled me on the chair, my fractured leg in the stand of the wheelchair after this he pushed the wheelchair towards the bathroom, thank god this suite has a private bathroom.

"I'll handle it, thank you."

"In case you need any help, call me ill inform the nurse." My dad told me and left, after this, I closed the door. Surprisingly, I was able to do my private business. It was difficult but rather bearable than taking the nurse's help. I opened the door, my eyes immediately caught some familiar faces.

Dad stood up from the sofa and laid me in the bed, I looked at Sungo's mom who was holding two baskets. Sungo and Yoora standing beside her, but all things aside my eyes fell in him. He looked at me for split second and then again focused on Taehyung who was sitting beside me.

"Yejin, my baby." Aunty wailed as she walked towards me, settling baskets down she pulled me into a warm embrace.

"That bloody motherfucking driver, people these days don't know how to drive?" She exclaimed making my eyes wide.

"Mom!" Sungo whispered.

"What?"

"We are in hospital, and not to forget her father and my friends are in the same too."

"So what can't you see what they did to these kids?"

"It wasn't driver's fault. Her brakes were failed she's in the general ward." Dad replied calmly making her shut.

"How long she has to be like this?" She asked my dad.

"Hand plaster will have to be there for five weeks and leg plaster, six weeks." I sighed, so guess my automobile for five weeks is just that wheelchair.

"You better take care of yourself." I nodded, of course, I'll have to. "I brought some fruits and snacks for you and your boyfriend." I winced when I heard that word from her mouth. My eyes immediately darted towards Jimin who was looking at her.

"Here, take care of yourself too son." She walk towards her and put a basket near his table.

"Oh, no need for this ma'am." He politely bowed and refused it.

"Oh no take it, you're my son's friend and Yejin's boyfriend. This is the least I could do." Again.

"Thank you, but ma'am—"

"Call me aunty, ma'am sound way too formal."

"Aunty, I and Yejin and not in a relationship anymore." He gave a small smile while speaking— sending an ache to my heart. Her eyes widen when those words left his mouth.

"Oh— how—"

"Mom, I think we should get going now. It was nice meeting with Yejin—"

"She cheated on me." Before Sungo can complete his sentence Jimin spoke, I shut my eyes as once again I heard those words.

"What?" Aunty was shocked her eyes fell on me but soon diverted to the back when she heard Yoora speaking.

"Nice, play the victim card in front of everyone. What do we expect from Park Jimin?" Yoora laughed sarcastically.

"Excuse me?" Jimin rose his eyebrows and looked at her.

"I mean, yesterday your whore 'exposed' by best friend, and now you're announcing to every single person that she cheated on you, stop being an attention seeker whore Jimin. We all know you're bitch for this but stop." Her harsh words make my eyes wide— well everybody's eyes widened.

"Excuse me?" Again Jimin asked, his voice deep and words pressed holding his anger.

"I ain't going to repeat my words."

"Taehyung— please buy a leash for your girlfriend. She's getting out of hand." Jimin ignored Yoora and spoke to Taehyung.

"Look who's talking." Yoora again let out a sarcastic laugh.

"You know what? Just leave."

"Yeah, and that's the only thing you know. Escaping problems. Trying to kill yourself just because— you can't handle it anymore? Did you want to escape that too? Do you have any idea how much we were worried about you? About Her!? Her father was sobbing cause he saw how much her daughter was injured. Your parents were crying just because they thought they lose their son. And You? Stood between roads just because he don't wanna face this aftermath. Not every problem has suicide as a solution bitch!" She took harsh breaths, her eyes became glossy after completing her speech. I was looking at her, my mouth was open and eyes wide as fuck, so did the rest of the people.

"And you!" She looked towards me. "I don't wanna say anything to you, not I have words. But I will just repeat what Hana said yesterday. Why Yejin? Why? Every single thing was going right, you had everything you wanted after so much bullshit, and you ruined just for shitty revenge? Just because you're my friend I'm not going to take your side— as much as he's wrong, you're wrong too, you're way worst than him. Cheating? Cheating on your very perfect boyfriend? No doubt he was an asshole to you, but he changed after this, so what was the reason Yejin?" She asked me, voice getting soft gradually.

"I'm no longer your friend Yejin. You lost your respect from my heart. There is no way I'm going to support you, not I'm going to be your friend after this." Her voice quivered, she started her gaze from me, and without any further, she left the hospital room.

"Yoora—" Taehyung walked after her.

"Mom let's go." Sungo hold her mother's hands dragged her out of the room. Her eyes met mine, there were some emotions in her eyes which I couldn't decipher. After their departure, the room fell silent but not until I heard Jimin scuffling in bed and covering his entire body with a duvet, lying down while his back facing me. Tears welled up in my eyes as I played with my fingers.

But soon a large hand grabbed my hand making me look towards him. Dad took some tissue and gently wiped my tears which trailed down on my cheeks. My confused eyes looked at him but he just smiled softly.

"I'm there with you okay." He spoke gently. Not going to lie, wasn't expecting this from him.

"But—"

"I don't wanna know, not right now at least. For now, sleep. I will bring some of your art supplies for you, in case your get bored or something. You can paint with your one hand, right?" I didn't reply as I didn't have words, just nodded my head.

"Good, now sleep. We'll talk later." He soft said and patted my head. I closed my eyes, even tho I was confused in changed if his behavior but who cares. I needed that most right now.

Someone by my side.

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A/N

Took a while for me to write this chapter.

Please remember this, suicide is not the answer to your problem. Think about that person who will live in grief after losing you, think about people around before taking any reckless steps. Even if everyone seems to hate you, there will be one person in the world who will love you no matter what, so think about them. If you are distressed, try talking to someone you trust, venting out helps a lot. If you don't find that someone, write in a diary, you're yourself's the best friend. And if you don't wanna, then I'm here okay, my oms are open and istg I will keep you every single thing in my tummy talk the day I die, but imma judge you.

So please, your life is precious. No matter how much hard it is, remember hard things give you a lot of pleasure.

Please ignore that, I shouldn't have said that jokes aside, remember Taehyung's words in mind. Every story has a happy ending, and if it has a happy ending it's not complete. Don't give up in the middle of a storm, you have to see the beautiful sunrise after that, cause that storm is worth everyone second of that sunrise.

(I'm talking like a guru, don't believe that my mental condition is shit)

Hope you like the chapter, sorry for that pep talk, but it was important.

Yejin's dad is developing. Wait till you hear his back story.

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