The doctor was astounded at how I heal incredibly fast. It was a mystery, but I'm not complaining, proving it to be a convenience in this current situation. They could have taken out the bullet with me wide I wake, but to be honest I fainted that night I was shot because I had poor tolerance to pain. Just the memory of how it burned when the bullet pierced into my muscles made me nauseated. I must have been completely out of my mind or numb by loneliness when I was still slicing myself, even laughing after each long, straight cut on my skin. I must be out of my mind.

I was to stay for only one more night before they release me to the world, and I was more than grateful. Being stuck here with nothing to do but sleep and eat and take medicines would have been enjoyable, but I wanted to explore the world with Mia. There's so much catching up to do, I didn't know where to begin. I missed Migi as well. He can't be brought here because he's not allowed. If not for my devoted but annoying friends, and Mia, I've driven myself crazy from boredom.

Everybody's been nice to me throught my stay at the hospital, probably because I was a good patient, diligently following what the doctor says because I was dying to go home. My parents would see me in the morning til noon, the triplets in the afternoon and the older ones at night til one in the morning. Mia, with permission from her dad, and upon my special request, stayed for almost the rest of the day. I feel bad sometimes, seeing her fall asleep on the cold couch or wherever. She was afraid of a repeat when I asked her to sleep beside me, and she accidentally elbowed my injury. She stayed patiently beside me, and I was glad. Her presence alone was more than enough to heal me.

But something felt horribly wrong.

There were times when she excuses herself to buy food from the cafeteria when my fridge was restocked and full every morning, thanks to my dear mother. She would go out of the room to make a call, but would forget to take her phone, saying she just used the nurse station's landline. She acted strange whenever I'd ask her where she's been, she'd simply smile and keeping her eyes away from my inquisitive pair.

Whenever she left, Taehyung would accompany her back to the room, but before they enter they'd talk behind the door. What's more concerning was just minutes ago, Taehyung left for a phone call, then Mia followed right after, saying she had to use the restroom when the one inside my room was not occupied.

Was I jealous? Definitely. And hurt because Taehyung knows how much Mia meant to me, so the idea of them going behind my back, doing whatever, it breaks my heart. And the way they glance at each other secretly, looking away when I notice them, it was becoming unsettling.

I don't blame Taehyung, or anyone else for that matter. Mia's beauty was truly incomparable. I wouldn't be surprised if half of the earth's population fell for her. She was beautiful inside and outside.

I heard them coming back from wherever they have been. Just to confirm my suspicions, I pretended to be asleep to eavesdrop on their conversation. I let my mouth hang open for an added effect.

"Mia, I think it would be best if we tell everybody about this," Taehyung's voice was stern.

I slightly opened my eyes to see their movements. Mia nibbled furiously on her lower lip, making it a deeper red.

"Just some more time, please, Taehyung. It's not that simple." She turned her back to him.

The younger male stood closer to the girl, placing a hand on her shoulder and spun her around. "You have to trust me. They will accept it. They have no other choice."

I was so tempted to hop off the bed and beat the shit out of him, but I needed more, so I lay there motionless.

"I don't want Yoongi to know, he's been through a lot. A little more time, please. And how do you think your friends would take this news? What if they hate us? What if they don't want to accept it?" Her voice was strained.

"I don't really care about that right now, Mia. For all I know, I'm ready for this. Please, I'm serious. I'm worried about you."

She stayed silent, still skeptical.

"He's tougher than he seems, please, I can't keep this a secret anymore, Mia. You know how I feel-"

I've had enough. I don't want to hear anymore.

I sat up, letting the blanket pool at my lap. My wound was throbbing, but it was nothing next to my breaking heart. Yet, I spoke calmly.

"What exactly is it that I don't need to know?"

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The guilty couple stayed completely still; Mia sat at the foot of my bed, while Taehyung stood beside her, neither wanting to speak.

"Well?" I must have said it so loud because both of them jumped like mice caught in the act of stealing food.

"Yoongi-" Taehyung started, but I just can't.

"Whatever it is, how long have you been doing this? And you think you can really do this under my nose? You should have had your little conversation outside that door to ensure secrecy."

Just as he was about to defend himself, five noisy crackheads entered, the tension in the room slowly getting to them. They shot curious glances back and forth from the couple to me.

Jungkook broke the silence, "What's going on?"

"Yes, please, Taehyung. Tell them what the fuck has been happening while I was here being useless at the moment. Be my guest, young one." I dramatically pointed at him, urging him to speak. I threw the blanket to the floor and swung my legs, my feet searching for my slippers.

Jimin rushed to my side followed by Hoseok, sensing a brewing fist fight. "Hey, calm down. You're not supposed to be moving around too much, nor get out of bed." He then turned to the other male, "Taehyung, what's going on?"

"Look, I'm so sorry you had to find out like this, but-"

"You're my friend and I care about you. If only you were man enough to admit in the beginning, I wouldn't be infuriated, I might've understood because I respect your feelings, you're my brother, all of you. But Taehyung! Damn! It was crystal clear how much I feel about Mia, yet you still went for her? You really had to go behind my back, take advantage of the fact that I can't move?"

Mia and Taehyung looked at each other, both bewildered and dubious. She immediately hopped off the bed to come closer, resting her hand on mine, "Wait, Yoongi. You're not getting it. Let me explain-"

I yanked my hand away from her, "You shouldn't have lied to me. All those meaningful glances were too obvious."

"Will you please just-"

"No. I get it, okay? I don't have the energy to listen to anymore of your excuses. I'm not your boyfriend, anyway. Just be happy, and leave me in peace."

Mia's eyes narrowed, lips pursed, and I was sure I heard her teeth grinding dangerously. Straightening her back, she huffed angrily before grabbing me by my head, squishing my cheeks painfully in between her palms, in the process making my lips protrude like a duck's bill, and pushing me back down onto the bed.

"Now you listen here, stubborn boy. Stop accusing us without hearing the whole damn story! Now, whether you like it or not, I will tell you everything and not one soul in this room is allowed to speak until I say so, IS THAT CLEAR?!"

And not one soul dared to let out any sound, all nodding and holding their breaths.

Eventually, Mia let me go with a slight push making my head jerk backwards, then dragged a chair nearby and settled herself beside my bed.

After massaging her temples vigorously, she cleared her throat and she held out her hand, palm facing upward.

"Hey, Sausage Boy! Come out this instant before I break our deal."

At her command, a phantom appeared, its hand on top of Mia's palm. It was blurry and smokey at first, its edges flickering, but slowly his features were becoming solid, as if Mia served as his life source. He now stood before us like any other human being, but he was covered in blood. He smiled from ear to ear, his eyes still creepy wide.

"Go ahead, please introduce yourself," the girl ordered.

"Hello everyone," said the strange being, waving his bloody hand, his eerie voice hurting my eardrums.

A loud thud echoed, followed by another, then various fruits started rolling on the floor. All our heads turned in perfect synchrony to the location of the sound.

Jin and Hoseok were both sprawled like ragdolls on the floor.

"I'm Trace."