~4 hours earlier~

Namjoon's pov

I was heading downstairs to the parking lot where Goinji was waiting for me.

Quickly pacing from the remaining stairs I soon got to the car and stood right in front of the door. Reaching for the door handle, it suddenly opened before I could touch it, greeting me with an unexpected sight.

"Jihyun?"

Our eyes met each other in an unexpected shock. The eye contact continued for a few more seconds, until I noticed that her body was slowly falling out of the car. I reached my hands out, catching her in time, her body weight falling on me.

Her eyes averted, refusing to meet mine once again. "Um...thanks." Was the last thing she said before she escaped my grip and walked towards the agency building.

Before she was out of my sight I called out to her and asked her to convey a message to Yuna. Her only response was a small nod.

I looked back at Goinji. "How come you gave her a ride?"

"Well she was late and plus we were both leaving my house." She got up from the driver's seat and sat down at the passenger's seat.

I opened the door and sat myself on the driver's seat. "Why was she...what?" My tone was filled with confusion.

"Long story short we had a sleepover." She made it clear with one sentence. Looking straight at the windshield, waiting for me to start the car.

Placing the keys in their spot, I start the engine to the car. Driving out of the parking lot and into the busy occurring traffic.

In the short period of seven minutes we arrived at our destination, the hospital.

Walking up to the sliding doors of the large building, the assigned security guard gives us a small smile as he is used to seeing us often.

As we entered we were greeted with the mixture of chemicals in the air. Just like any other visit it was gloomy, stressful and stuffy. People sitting with agonizing expressions, mourning a loss or praying for a miracle.

Nothing had changed, the hospital we had been going to for ten years has stayed the same, same gloomy people, same thick and stuffy air, same alarmed staff. She was the only thing missing.

As any visit of ours we continued walking to Goinji's personal doctor's office, our uncle. Passing by all of the miserable people and their pain filled gazes.

Right after entering the check up commenced, it was just like any other check up. There was nothing to worry about, right?

As per usual I waited outside. No matter how many times we did this it never got easier. I was always afraid for the results behind that door. Leaning against the same grey wall as I drowned in a pit of uneasiness and anxiety.

It's just a normal check up, no need to worry, she's fine. She'll be fine, everything will be fine.

As my toxic thoughts began to grow worse, the door finally opened.

But instead of my loving older sister being the one to step out, it was my brooding uncle, Suk.

Something's not right.

He quickly averted his attention in my direction, approaching me.

With a sight and a grim expression he spoke. "I'm sorry, but she'll be staying here for the time being under hospital surveillance."

I felt something inside of me shatter.

My vision became blurry as I felt the warm tears flow down my cheeks. Along with the tears came a mixture of toxic emotions. Sliding down to the floor I felt a weight push me as low as I could go. I cupped my face trying my best to deny the words that just left my uncle's mouth.

The man looked at me, his gaze engulfed in pity. A sigh left his lips. "I'm sorry Namjoon, but this was the outcome from the beginning." Those were the last words he left me with.

Seconds passed and soon turned into minutes, minutes into hours, but for me in those exact moments time was nothing but an anomaly.

Two hours later I was met with a familiar sight, one I wish that I'd never relive again. A person of infinite value to me in a hospital room. Goinji looked at me with a pained, yet sympathetic smile, trying to hide all of her agony and pain behind the plastic and fake gesture all for my sake. When I looked at my sister I saw her, the haunting image bringing goosebumps to my skin.

During my whole period of sitting by her side no words were exchanged, only the drops of my silent tears could be heard, as my older sister tried her best to be strong and not break down right after me. 

Even though we didn't speak we both understood every detail of the petrifying pain we felt. Our only source of comfort being each other's embrace and the quiet weeps we heard from each other.

Goinji's pov

After calming down a bit, I reverted my attention towards the ticking clock.

"Joon, you should go." My tone was sweet yet firm.

His eyes began to tear up again. "But-

Before he could protest I stopped him. "I understand that you want to stay, but you have work to do. When you finish you can come back. I'll be here, I promise." A sweet smile covering my face.

With a deep sigh he nodded. "I'll be back."

With that he left my room, closing the door behind him.

With the close of that door my plastered smile cracked, releasing the warm tears to stream down my cheeks. Almost suffocating from my own sobs as I tried my best to suppress the screams by covering my mouth. I don't want this to happen, not so soon. But I suppose I'm not the one to decide on this.

Laying back down on the bed, tears still streaming. I smiled to myself. "I guess I'll see you sooner than I thought...mom."

Namjoon's pov

I somehow made my way back to the agency, the feeling of an immense weight never leaving my shoulders. Paying no mind to my surroundings I headed to Yuna's office, wanting to request some time off.

Lightly knocking on the wooden door I waited for a response.

A faint "come in" permitted my entrance as I opened the door.

Noticing my presence she responded. "Oh Namjo- What happened?!"

She must have noticed the lack of color on my skin and swollen eyes from crying.

"I-I need a bit of time off." I pushed the door behind me, stepping forward.

She looked at me for a few seconds not knowing what to say.

"I um, I'll allow it, but you need to take that up with your manager."

"Okey, thanks." I reached for the door before she stopped me.

"Wait!" She lightly grabbed my shoulder. "Talk to me please, what happened?"

I was hesitant, but couldn't suppress it any longer. I needed to let it out.

Sitting down at her desk, I deeply sighed before I let all of my emotions free.

"Goinji...was hospitalized." Cupping my face I stare lifelessly at the floor.

She gasped in shock. "How?! Wasn't she getting better???" Her voice was shaky.

"I-I thought she was too, b-but if a donner isn't found soon, s-she could-
For the third time today my tears were back.

"But there's hope right?! We mustn't lose hope Joon." She tried her best to comfort me.

Pulling me into her embrace as she rubbed circles around my back. I never though I needed a hug more than this moment. "It'll be okey, she'll make it through." Hearing those words made me break down once again. All of my tears were scraping her shoulder as they got lost in the fabric of her clothing.

If I had known better I wouldn't have trusted her actions in the next few moments.

"You feel better?" She asked, looking up at my swollen face.

I slowly nodded.

I can't believe how much I've cried for a man today.

"Good." Was the last thing she said before she interlined her lips with mine.

Jihyun's pov

I peeked through the small door opening, right after wishing that I didn't. The sight that I witnessed caused unwanted tears to stream down my face, my mind filling with toxic emotions as I was left with only one question.

.....

Why?

Why am I crying? Why did I look through? Why didn't I just knock? Why were they kissing? Why do I care?

Why do I feel like my heart shattered?

Struggling to keep my sobs quiet, I accidentally pushed the door inwards. The creaking sound informed them that they weren't alone. I stood there, frozen, like my feet were sowed to the floor.

Namjoon immediately pulled away, his eyes widening at the sight of me. "Jihyun?! I-

"I'm sorry for interrupting!" I ran as fast as I could. I couldn't stay there, feeling my anxiety attack slowly manifest.

I ran out of the building as fast as I could, without looking back I got into a cab. I could feel my throat start to close, hyperventilation following slowly after it.

The driver kept insisting to drive me to the hospital, numerous times I declined his offer, asking him to take me home and to not mind my attack in motion.

By the time I was dropped off, my attack had passed. Feeling immensely exhausted I approached my room.

The few steps to my porch felt like running a marathon. My palms still shaky reached for the keys, unlocking the door.

Walking inside, I instantly fell to the floor. Curling into a fetus position, I shivered at the lack of my body heat. I didn't want to get up, I was too exhausted, too hurt, too broken, too empty. I yearned for something to fulfill that emptiness, just for a little bit.

I reached out for my phone that was placed next to me. Going to my contacts I dialed a number that I desperately needed.

Dialing

Call

"Hello, Hobi. Can you come over?"

          
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That's a wrap! *exhausted af*

Okey so *pulls out chair* I know that everyone wants to slam my head from a refrigerator, trust me I do too LOL. But first I need to address a few things.

Firstly...I AM SO FUCKING SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING FOR ALMOST A MONTH YOU CAN SMACK ME NOW. But for real jokes aside, I really do apologize. My reasoning behind it was that there were a lot of personal things happening and plus this chapter was kind of a breaking point in the story, so I was struggling to make it the best I could.

Secondly...BECAUSE I FELT REALLY BAD FOR NOT UPDATING I MADE A LITTLE SURPRISE FOR Y'ALL.

I MADE THIS LITTLE POSTER AS A SMALL TEASER FOR THE UPCOMING CHAPTER, THAT'S RIGHT BISHES IT'S GONNA BE TAKING PLACE AT A CARNIVAL. WHO'S EXCITED???? (ALSO YEAH I COULD SPEND A WHOLE ETERNITY SAYING HOW MUCH THIS DRAWING SUCKS AND HOW I COULD HAVE DONE SO MUCH BETTER BUT I'LL SPARE YOU MY BITCHING)

THIRDLY AND PROBABLY MOST IMPORTANTLY

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BUT GET THIS....THEY'RE NOT JUST AN ORDINARY KPOP GROUP

THAT'S RIGHT!!!!!
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AND ME BEING THE EMO PIECE OF SHIT WHO'D SELL MY SOUL FOR ONE PICKING OF A GUITAR STRING LOVES ROCK MORE THAN ANYTHING.

DAY6 AREN'T JUST A BAND, THEY'RE A GOD DAMN CALLING.

THEY'LL ROCK YOUR SOUL TO PURGATORY AND BACK.

THE LYRICS OF THEIR SONGS ALWAYS GOT ME CONTEMPLATING MY EXISTENCE OR CRYING. BOTH.

SO PLEASE CHECK OUT AND OR SUPPORT THESE BEAUTIFUL ANGELS, YOU WON'T REGRET IT.

ALSO DID I MENTION THEIR FUCKING AESTHETIC????

FOURTHLY...Y'ALL ARE LIKE DAMN HOE YOU'RE BOOK COVERS ARE SO FANCY AND PRETTY NOW. DING DING YOU'RE RIGHT. HUGE THANK YOU TO MY SWEET BABY  yourfase FOR MAKING MY DRY ASS COVERS SPARKLE. EVERYONE GIVE HER AN APPLAUSE.

AND LASTLY I JUST WANNA SAY THAT AN UPDATE TO "LOVE IS BLIND" IS COMING SOON DON'T WORRY.

OKEY THIS WAS FUCKING LONG AND IT'S 4 AM IN THE MORNING SO TIME FOR ME TO PASS OUT.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter.

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Till next time my children.

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