just thought i'd quickly let you guys know: i'm currently writing the last imagine for this book so once i'm done with that, everything will be published at once! love you all! (also i'm beyond proud of this)

YOU DID THIS

- in which your best friend ends up in hospital after an accident and the only person you can turn to just so happens to be the one person you dislike in your little trio: min yoongi

The afternoon breeze ripples across your skin gently, the soft kisses of the wind leaving goosebumps in their wake. You sigh in nothing but content and throw your head back, grinning when the pleasantly warm rays of sun caress your skin as if it were made from gold.

Attached to your side is a girl with hair so black that it could almost be mistaken for blue and eyes the colour of the deepest part of the sea that goes by the name of Jia. Her delicate giggles add a sense of familiarity to the contentment that seems to tighten a warm hug around your waist; the soft sounds creating an orchestra of pure joy.

You'd consider this moment that you're caught in to be perfect if it weren't for the deep chuckles of Min Yoongi; his almost dark laughter creating harsh notes in the midst of the sweet song you find yourself getting lost in.

And just like that, the perfectness of the day floats away with the breeze, your smile faltering into a tight lipped frown.

You tug at Jia's arm, cutting her laughter painfully short as she emits a soft gasp of surprise. Shooting her a look of apology, you link your arm through hers in an attempt to rid yourself of the gaping distance between the two of you, your head angling itself closer to hers.

"Why'd you invite Yoongi to come?" You whine, keeping your voice in a whisper so that he doesn't hear your disapproval of his presence. Only, he does momentarily flick his gaze over his shoulder at the sudden silence behind him, the corners of your lips twitching up into a smirk at his reaction.

"I know you don't particularly like him," she explains, purposely removing the word hate from her sentence purely because of the fact that she finds the word a horrible one to use, "but he is still a part of our friend group. Besides, I was hoping that a fun trip to the movies would be enough to get the two of you at least talking."

Disappointedly, she drags her gaze from Yoongi's back to your face, taking in the way your lips curl up in distaste at her wish for the two of you to get along.

"But I guess not," she sighs, rolling her eyes when you scoff dramatically and flatten a palm against your chest, your eyes widening in disbelief as you gawk at Yoongi's back.

"Never will I ever consider him as a friend," you huff, completely disregarding the fact that your voice has returned to its normal volume, meaning that he can now hear you. "He's moody, rude and impossible to put up with—"

"Yeah, well, you're no walk in the park either," Yoongi interjects, folding his arms across his chest as he stops in the middle of the footpath, raising a challenging eyebrow at you when you meet his gaze. Naturally, you tighten your hold onto Jia's arm, your own fiery gaze practically daring him to make a move.

You don't expect his rose pink lips to stretch out into a smirk in response to your silent dare.

In one swift move, he hooks his arm through Jia's free one and effortlessly pulls her into his side, suppressing his laugh with a hum at the way your mouth drops open with a gasp.

"In fact, Jia agrees with me," he snootily adds, resting his head on top of hers affectionately, "because she loves me more."

Chuckling, you grab onto her arm again and gently pull her back into your arms, sticking your tongue out childishly at him. "Impossible. She loves me more."

Jia, enjoying the attention, laughs it all off, choosing not to voice her opinions in fear of there being an argument. You hug her close to you and await Yoongi's next move, his feline eyes narrowing in on you threateningly.

"You honestly believes she loves you more," he jeers, hazel eyes holding a familiar, golden glint of amusement in them as Jia shakes herself out of your hold and doubles over in laughter, taking clumsy steps backwards.

Alarm bells go off in the back of your mind, their sound dull but loud enough to be noticeable. You can see Jia's shaking figure from the corner of your eye, her steps taking her further and further away from you two. Your fingers begin to twitch, your common sense telling you to reach out for her and pull her back into the safety of your arms.

But you don't, the thoughts of Yoongi and how much you despise him overpowering those that now yell at you to grab onto Jia.

It doesn't cross your mind that you'll regret not listening to those alarm bells.

A car horn, its attention grabbing sound alerting both you and Yoongi of danger, blares as the car itself speeds recklessly down the street. Your stomach churns, mouth going dry when you see Jia standing in its path, her eyes wide with fear.

There's a bloodcurdling scream that perhaps came from you, a sickening thud and then silence.

Your hands tremble as silent tears rolls down your cheeks as you spot Jia's limp body on the middle of the road; her legs twisted at odd angles while the blood that spills from her head creates an angry halo on the cement.

You're frozen, finding it almost shameful how you stand there stupidly at a complete loss of what to do.

Yoongi's hands meet your shoulders, his touch ripping you out of the numbing silence you were living in.

"Call the ambulance, okay?"

That's all he says before running onto the road to get to Jia, a crowd beginning to form around your best friend. Taking deep breaths, you dial the number of the ambulance and answer every question they have.

From the minute they hang up the phone, however, everything is a blur.

*

Her hand is so cold.

In the winter, you'd joke about her refusal to wear gloves and teasingly comment on how cold her hands are, then proceed to hold them until they get warmer.

But this type of cold is unnatural.

It makes her seem lifeless, the machine that beeps actively beside her meaning absolutely nothing to you as you continue to rub your thumb against the back of her hand, hating how she can't squeeze back like she usually does and hoping that you can at least transfer some of the warm life in you into her.

It doesn't take much for another round of hot tears to drip onto your cheeks, your shoulders shaking with every sob that racks through your body. You dig your teeth into your dry lip in hopes of suppressing your sobs until they're nothing but soft whimpers. Instead, your sobs become too painful to hold in, your lungs burning indescribably as you choke on your own cries. Pathetically, you swipe at your cheeks with your sleeve, too numb to register the way the rough material of your sweater scratches at the sensitive skin.

For the first time in what seems like forever, your eyes move themselves away from Jia's resting body and stop at the door, watching lazily as it opens to reveal a tired looking Yoongi with two cups of fresh coffee in his hands.

"How is she?" He whispers as if the sound of his gentle voice may disturb the peaceful state that she seems to be in. You notice the way his hands shake as he places the cups of coffee onto the table beside her bed and the way his gaze wavers every few seconds as his eyes glass over with unshed tears.

And while a part of you knows you should be careful with what you say, the anger festering inside of you slowly begins to overpower whatever sensibility you have left in you.

As gently as ever, you release her hand and scowl towards Yoongi, your hands clenching together in tights fists; nails effortlessly breaking through skin. Unbeknownst to your anger, Yoongi gulps as he finally lays eyes on Jia, breathing constricting upon the sight of how pale she looks.

"She wouldn't be here if it weren't for you," you lowly mumble, your chest rising and falling at an uneven pace while he simply looks at you with wide, bloodshot eyes. Taking his silence as odd permission for you to continue, you step away from the bed and begin taking slow, almost predatory steps towards him, your body trembling violently.

"If you weren't so childish and self-centred, we would all be home and safe. She'd be safe," you breathlessly add, tears of frustration and regret burning your eyes as they begin to spill onto your cheeks. You struggle to get air into your lungs as your mind fills up with a million different ways that this could all be his fault, yet the only one that seems to constantly shine through is the one that truthfully entails that it's your fault that Jia got hit.

It's all your fault.

"You shouldn't have come at all," you whisper, noticing that you've stopped advancing towards him and instead stand in the middle of the room, feeling small. "Everything is your fault."

By now, you can barely even stand properly, it taking everything in you to maintain your composure and keep the rest of your tears at bay. You repeat that last sentence underneath your breath, hoping that it can somehow trick your mind into believing that it is his fault and not yours.

But the guilt wraps around your lungs painfully, squeezing and squeezing until you're standing there, gasping for air.

You don't even notice Yoongi walking cautiously towards you until his arms wrap around you, hand sifting through your hair before gently pressing your face into his chest. Your plan to stay calm throws itself out the window when you realise that Yoongi, the man that you just wrongly blamed for Jia's accident, is trying to comfort you.

The guilt squeezes tighter as Yoongi's arms do the same.

You start crying, fists beating lightly at his chest. He doesn't even complain and instead allows you to take out whatever you're feeling onto him. As the seconds pass, your sobs grow louder and your fists hit harder until you there's no air left inside of you to keep going.

You snake your arms around his waist and allow your fingers to weakly curl around the material of his shirt as you close your eyes and press your cheek against his chest, the feel of his heartbeat against your skin and the way his chest rises and falls evenly against yours assisting you in calming down.

He doesn't try to rush you or yell at you for anything you said. Instead, his hand flattens against your back and begins to rub slow and large circles onto it, not stopping until he can feel that your breathing now matches his.

You whimper as he slowly walks the two of you to the seat resting against the foot of Jia's bed, his hold on you barely loosening. As if you will break in his embrace, he slowly lowers himself onto the seat, pulling you down with him. Eventually, you end up curling into his side with your legs splayed across his lap, his cheek resting on top of your head.

"I'm so sorry," you mutter, allowing yourself to cry the guilty tears building up in your eyes, each one burning your skin like acid as he rubs his hand up and down your arm.

"No, I should be sorry," he whispers as if he's afraid to trust his own voice. Your stomach churns as you press yourself further into his side, tightening your hold around his middle in an attempt at comfort. "This is all my fault."

With your heart in your throat, you shake your head, adjusting it so that you look up at him with glazed over eyes, not surprised to see his already glistening with unshed tears. Noticing the sudden attention on him, he flicks his gaze down to you, features softening into a gentle look, his lips twitching up into an unconvincing smile of reassurance.

"Stop," you mumble, tucking your head in the crook of his neck. "None of this is your fault. I was just stupid, in denial and needed someone other than myself to blame for all of this. I'm so terribly sorry, Yoongi."

He stays silent as he drags his gaze away from yours, his bottom lip quivering.

"Are you okay?" You mumble, reaching up to cup his face and gently guide back to where it was before, his eyes widening in shock before he nods and offers you a broken grin.

"Things will go back to normal soon," he chokes out, "I just know she'll get better in no time."

And when tears start falling onto his cheeks, you know very well that all of this is slowly killing him inside.

"It's not your fault," you reiterate, your gaze strong and unflinching as he just shamefully wipes at his tears and nods as if he's trying to convince himself of that too.

"Get some sleep, Y/N," he whispers emotionlessly, sighing as you nod and drop your head back down onto his chest.

It's only a few agonising seconds later before you hear Yoongi's soft sniffles, his body shaking and trembling against yours as he tries so hard to swallow down his sobs. You bury your face into his chest, tightening your hold around him before rubbing a hand up and down his back, feeling content when he gratefully returns your embrace.

You realise now as you stretch up to press a kiss against Yoongi's cheek that you're both only going to have each other for a while and, for once, it feels right.