Is this it

I can't do this

Trigger warning. 

Shit is about to get dark, sad, and depressing. 

“Jimin Park please report to the dean’s office” 

Oh? What the fuck? 

I looked around at my peers and they all looked as dumbfounded as I did. I gathered my books and stuffed them into my bag before walking half way around campus to the dean’s office. 

There were three police officers standing in her office and I felt my blood run cold 

“Is everything okay?”

“Please have a seat Jimin”

“No” I shook my head “What is wrong? What’s going on?” 

“Sir, your father has been detained, he’s being charged with assault. Your fiance has been rushed to Cooper hospital trauma center he suffere-”

“Holy fucking shit” I turned right around and ran as fast as I possibly could. 

Dad, charged with assault?

Taehyung in the hospital?

The fucking trauma center? 

What did my father do? 

My mind was all over the place as my nerves felt shaky, almost as shaky as my hands as I sped to the hospital. Almost as shaky as my weak legs that I let carry me as fast as they could to the desk 

“Taehyung Kim, where is he?”

“Are you family sir?”

“I’m his husband, please, where is he? Can I see him?” 

I was quickly chaperoned to his room, I kept my hand on the wall to keep myself steady as I walked next to the nurse, I didn’t trust my legs not to give out on me. I felt like I was going to collapse at any second. 

And I did. 

I walked into the room and saw him laid out on the bed with wires and tubes hanging out of him, covered in black, blue, and purple bruises with blood dried along his arms, his hands, and matted into his hair, that was all it took and I was on my knees sobbing. The nurse placed his hand on my back and tried to calm me down while I hyperventilated and cried my eyes out for the love of my life. My father did this to him? Why? How? Where? I pictured my father beating him to a pulp and leaving him unconscious somewhere alone, cold, tired, in pain, and wondering where I was, why I couldn't be there to save him. How I could let my father do something like this to him. 

This is my fault.  

After twenty minutes had gone by, I managed to call Jungkook, I had him call mom for me because I could hardly speak and it took me a solid ten minutes to even get the words out to kookie for him to be able to understand. It didn’t take long before the both of them were in his room, Jungkook held me in his arms while Tae’s mom held onto her son’s hand and sobbed into his shoulder and chest begging him to be okay. To wake up. Two nurses and a doctor came into the room and explained to us that he had suffered a concussion, he had bleeding in his brain, he needed stitches in multiple areas, and he had a fractured arm. He would wake up eventually, but considering the surgery they had to do in order to get the blood off of his brain, they weren’t sure when that would happen. Once we were done hearing what they had to say, the police officers from the school came in to tell us what had happened. 

They even had the footage from inside the cafe. 

The love of my life, sitting there by himself with a smile on his face, sipping on his tea, and the monster that sat across from him before beating him half to death. The only thing that I could do was cry. I cried and sobbed and begged his mom to forgive me for letting this happen.