Care

ꪀ° 1: i love you

"Is he okay?" You look at your best friend, wanting to comfort and hug him but he has a girlfriend, you didn't want to do anything to trigger the girl even if she wasn't there.

Jimin sniffles, ending the phone call, taking the phone away from his ear, "h-he's okay.. he's at the hospital right now.. I should go.." He stands up from where he sits, in the comfort of his room.

"Wait– should I come with?"

"No, you don't know him.. I'll take you home and go see him there..."

You sigh, "okay..."

Jimin drops you off at your dad's house which was gonna be taken away soon. He was sick, couldn't work and you're only 17. You're the last person he has left and you're always out working or hanging out with Jimin on your days off.

"Call me if you need someone... or anything. Okay?" You hold his hand, hoping he's okay, the tears in his eyes dried.

"Yeah, you too.." he smiles softly at you.

You get out of the passenger seat, standing by the car as Jimin quickly drives away to the hospital.

"Hey dad..." you sigh, walking into the house, seeing your father sitting on the recliner, watching television.

"Do you know this boy? He goes to your school."

You pout sadly, plopping yourself on the floor, on your knees but sitting on your butt, "I do.. I mean, he's Jimin's best friend..."

"I hope he's okay.. he's too young to die. The accident looks really bad.." your father pays close attention to the TV and details.

"I hope him and Jimin are okay.. he's on his way to the hospital..... Jimin would go nuts if he lost his best friend."

"Poor kid.."

"Did you take your medicine?" You look over at your father.

"Yes, don't worry.. I know you'll be mad if I didn't take it.." he chuckles.

"Good.." you stand up and hug him, "What do you wanna eat today?" You walk toward the kitchen to open the fridge.

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You receive a call from Jimin.. you quickly answer, in the middle of cooking dinner for you and your dad.

"Jimin... you okay?" You hold the flip phone to your ear.

All you hear is sniffles, he's trying to gather his strength to speak. "Y/n..."

"What's wrong, what happened?" You turn off the stove, the food probably ready already..

"Taehyung's– his legs are broken..."

"Jimin...." You speak quietly, trying to come up with something to respond with, "I'm so sorry.. I- I'm sure he'll be fine.."

"Things won't be the same anymore...." He tries not to cry so much, "I feel terrible.. I treated him like shit in dance practice, he was getting better.. but instead of telling him the truth or complimenting him, I bullied him about it for fun.. and now look what happened, he can't even fucking walk anymore..."

"I'm sure he knows you were joking.. you can still tell him.."

"I'd just make myself look stupid." He wipes his tears, hiccuping.

"You can make it up to him, I mean you never really did anything bad.. you guys always bully each other because you're so close.... Don't feel bad Jimin.. you can still tell him you love him.. as a friend–"

"Yeah.. you're right." Jimin chuckles at your last 3 words, "we do love each other.. we don't have anyone but us.. and I love you too, you guys were there for me at my worst..."