seokjin was alone.

alone in having hope.

alone in believing that all was not over.

alone in refusing to go to the hospital to see the fallen dancer.

for he was afraid, afraid to see that small, fragile body lying alone in that cold hospital room.

afraid that if he dared to touch jimin, he would wither like a flower that had lost its vibrance, a flower that had bloomed for far too long.

he was so, so afraid.

every time he closes his eyes, the scene replays in his mind.

it was as if time had frozen; no one moved. jimin let out a tiny gasp, his eyes widening slightly before rolling back into their sockets.

then he fell. and the world fell apart.

if jin can freeze time, he would go back to that moment and change everything. perhaps he could have jumped in front of the younger. perhaps he could have pushed him down, out of the path of the whizzing bullet. perhaps he could have spotted the gunman earlier.

perhaps.

perhaps.

but no matter how much he tells himself to not lose hope, the undeniable truth alwayd comes back to kick him in the gut --

those beautiful eyes are closed, and will probably never open again.