With many things happening so fast in his 17 years long life, Seokjin could barely remember how he got to where he was, all he knew is that he's sick. Very sick. Orphaned after an accident he could barely recall and only saw in his nightmares, he wa...
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"Yunji, he's back don't worry." Did Namjoon speak on the phone right after putting his brother to sleep, making sure he had the oxygen mask on.
"Thanks God!" He heard a relief sigh from the other line. "Is he okay?"
"Yup he's alright." What a fake good mood was that.
"What a relief! I'm so glad!" The girl squealed again, truly feeling a lot better since her love was alright.
"Me too. Thank you for caring about him." Namjoon couldn't help but smile at her words of concern for his brother.
"Oh you shouldn't thank me for this, you two are dear friends to me."
Maybe... Yunji wasn't all that bad? She surely knew the perfect words to use anyways.
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Despite the young man never woke up and remained limp and motionless on the bed, that didn't prevent his older brother to approach and sit next to his side, his dark eyes staring at his pale face, wondering what in South Korea could have happened to him to reach that level of sickness.
Hoseok had clarified that Seokjin suffered a severe attack, main reasons seemed to be exhaustion, fast heartbeats caused by anxiety in addition to cold. Namjoon was able to imagine how stressful and scary it could have been to stay for hours inside wherever he found his brother. A dark, cold and closed classroom.
How did he end up trapped inside? Was the question that currently occupied his mind from anything else.
Now and Hoseok had left their house, Namjoon was staying by Seokjin's side and patiently waited to see his eyes open, he couldn't help but notice the frown formed on his face despite his unconscious state. So pale, he was, that it was almost believable that he no longer was alive.
One certain detail, as long as Seokjin needed to use the oxygen mask to breathe properly, his condition was serious. On top of all of that, a severe fever started to develop and eat him up alive, to which Namjoon sighed in frustration.
Holding a large bowl in her soft hands, containing cold water and a rag, Mrs. Kim walked inside her sons' room and headed to where her sick one laid under two thick blankets. She sat next her eldest by Seokjin's side, places the bowl on the nightstand then soaked the rag, squeezed and carefully placed it on the Seokjin's burning forehead.
All she was able to do was watch him struggling to keep breathing, sorrow and sadness drowning her brown eyes. Mrs. Kim slid her fingers under the blue blanket to grab his hand tightly into hers, and gently pulled it out to the air unprotected from the cold.
"Mom... he'll be okay..." Her son mumbled while placing his hand on her shoulder.
"I know he will... He's strong..." The loving mother forced a smile and softly caressed Seokjin's pale hand.
