Genie - Park Jimin

37 - Gift of hope

Final chapter of Genie!

Narae's POV

I took a deep breath as my father tapped my shoulder.

"Narae~" My father called again.

This time I processed who was calling out my name.

I stood up slowly and looked at my father.

"Your mother just woke up" He said with a huge smile appearing on his face.

I would be so much happier right now if I still had Jimin...

"Eomma!" I said delighted as I followed my dad back into the room.

At least by choosing my mother, it seemed to have worked.

"Where's Jimin?" My father asked.

"Ah..." I stuttered.

"He had to leave" I said.

I wasn't ready to tell them the truth.

It was too soon.

I wiped my eyes and sat down next to my mother in bed.

Then the doctor walked in.

"Hi, it turns out their isn't a spinal cord fracture. She is going to be okay" The doctor said bowing to greet us and tell us the good news.

"Thank you Jimin" I whispered quietly to myself and my father cheered happily.

"Oh that's great news" He chirped.

"Narae will you help me pick out some comfortable clothes for your mother seen as the hospital gown is very light and less comfortable?" My father asked standing up from his chair.

"Sure" I said.

To be honest, all I wanted was to hug Jimin right now... but I can't anymore...

I just want to curl up in a ball at my house and cry non stop.

At least I'm going home...

Maybe I can cry after I've decided some clothes for my mother?

My father followed me till we made it to the car park outside.

"Can I drive?" He asked me and I chucked him my keys nodding.

"Just be careful because you are still weak" I said to him.

He nodded.

Not that I could care if he was to crash my car, then maybe I could see the other BTS members.

Or would they be unhappy to see me because I didn't save Jimin...

I sighed climbing into the passenger seat.

I feel like everyone else right now is doing well, but for me my heart is crumbling still into tiny tiny pieces of love that I had for Jimin.

I rested my head against the glass and closed my eyes as my dad started to drive me home.

"Honey are you okay?" He asked me breaking the silence after maybe 10 minutes of driving.

"Yea... I'm fine" I lied to him.

I opened my eyes to give him a weak smile before resting my head on the glass window again.

"Are you sure? I mean why were you on the floor in the hospital?" My father asked me.

"Ah... I just felt scared for Eomma. So I needed to have a good cry and the floor looked like a good place to cry" I lied.

It probably sounded like a pathetic excuse but I just went with it.