THE HATE YOU GIVE (Kookjin)

Chapter 11

Namjoon slightly nudged the boy sleeping peacefully with his face buried into his buff chest.

"Babe?"

Jimin whined nuzzling his body even closer to him making Namjoon chuckle.

"Your phone has been going off"

"Hmm five more minutes Joonie" he whined again.

Combing his fingers through his soft locks Namjoon said "might be something important you know"

"Fine"

Jimin rolled away from his boyfriend's arms already hating the emptiness he felt as he sleepily picked up his phone without caring to look at the callers I.D.

"H-ello"

"Jimin!"

Jin's distraught voice rang through the other end of the line making Jimin sit up immediately on the bed followed by Namjoon whose face reeked of worry.

"Jin w-what's wrong, why are you crying"

"Jimin my baby, my Minho"

"Jin please calm down and talk to me, you're scaring the shit out of me. What happened to Minho?"

"H-e, he my baby he—"

The call ended abruptly without Jin getting to complete his words.

Jimin immediately redialed him but it kept going straight to voicemail thereby increasing Jimin's worries.

He climbed out of bed with the speed of light heading straight for the wardrobe followed by a confused Namjoon.

"Babe what's wrong? Was that Jin what happened?"

Namjoon watched as his boyfriend ransacked through his clothings with shaky hands and heavy breaths.

Forcefully pulling him by his arms to get his attention, he found tears already streaming down his cheeks. Namjoon's heart wrenched.

"Oh my God, babe what's wrong please talk to me"

Jimin's lips wobbled as his eyes got wetter "I-i d-ont know, Jin called and he-s crying. Saying something happened to Minho but I don't know what"

Jimin merely managed to get his words out as he stuttered in fear.

Namjoon pulled him into his arms, rubbing the back of this head soothingly while whispering to him.

"Shhh shhh it's okay, it's alright"

Jimin pulled away from the hug to stare his boyfriend in the eye.

"I-ts not alright, what if, what if something happened Joonie?" His tears came streaming down even more than before.

Wiping his tears with the back of his palm, Namjoon said "We will get dressed and go straight to the house this instant okay? Just calm down, we will get to Jin and Minho soon okay babe?"
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The sky blue window blinds to the hospital room Minho was placed in in the emergency children unit was pulled closed. Therefore shielding Jin from seeing the doctors fighting hard to save his son.

The last thing he remembers before the blinds shut close was his son, his only child, his entire world wrapped in a warm piece of clothing with different types of tubes connected to his fragile frame, and an oxygen mask placed over his tiny nose.

He didn't know how his legs were holding him up, but he kept pacing about, unable to stay still.

He could already feel his entire world crumbling at his feet but he refused to give up, he refused to give up the last bit of hope he had left. His baby would be fine, his baby would come back to him healthy and strong with his big doe eyes and set of bunny teeth he'd began growing. That was more than enough to make him keep holding on, he just had to.

On the far end of the bench by the hall way, Jungkook sat with his head buried in his palms. At that moment he didn't know what to feel, he didn't even know what to say to a distraught Jin because he was so lost in thought.

The door to the emergency unit was pushed opened by Namjoon and a very distressed Jimin ran into the hallway. Catching a sight of Jin, he ran straight up to him.

"Jin what happened, where's Minho?"

The look on Jin's face further doubled Jimin's worries. He pulled Jin into a hug while whispering to him.

"It's okay, I don't know what happened and I don't want you to even tell me, but it's all going to be okay hmm? Just trust me, everything will be fine"

Looking over Jin's shoulders, Jimin caught sight of Namjoon who had taken a sit beside Jungkook without saying a word.
Jimin's heart was pounding in his chest, the fear of the unheard eating him up deeper than he had expected. He didn't know what happened or why Jin looked like he's been crying his eyes out, but he'd rather not ask because he knew his fragile heart couldn't handle any horrible news at the moment.
Sighing to himself, he continued stroking Jin's hair praying for whatever it is to be something Minor.
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Seconds extends into minutes, and minutes into hours, yet there was still no news concerning Minho.

By now Jimin had Jin's head resting on his shoulder with their hands intertwined, as they took a sit opposite Jungkook and Namjoon.

The air was thick with tension and silence, neither said anything to eachother except Jimin and namjoon who communicated with their eyes and head nods.

When the door to the room opened, Jin was the first to stand to his feet followed by Jimin running towards the doctor.

"Where's is he, how is he? How's my son doctor?"

The elderly man took off his glasses and pinched his nose bridge with a sigh.

Sir—"

"Answer the damn question!"

Jimin yelled stomping his feet in anger. Namjoon's hands immediately came up resting on his shoulder giving it a slight squeeze of calm.

"I'm so sorry to break this news to you sir, we did all we could, but we lost him"

The grip on his shirt came as a Suprise, Jin fisted his collar and yanked him closer to himself.

"What do you mean lost him? Are you nuts? That's my child we are talking about"

Namjoon rushed forward prying Jin's hands away from the man shirt.

Jin turned to face Namjoon," He's lying right? He has to be! Where the hell is my son!!! Y'all are so incompetent"

As Jimin watched the whole scene unfold in front of him, he backed up against the wall gasping for air. His lungs seemed to have gotten thinner thereby stopping the inflow of air. His eyes wandered towards Jungkook whose own eyes widened on his head, mouth hung open and he swore he might have seen some tears trickle down his face.

Jin pushed passed the doctor and barged into the hospital room. His legs wobbled as he walked towards the bed where a fragile human covered in white clothing laid.
Shakily uncovering the clothe, he's faced with a pale looking Minho whose eyes were closed in death.

The last thing he remembers was a pair of arms trying to hold him up, but his body came crashing down unto the cold floor with a loud thud.

I didn't want to write the chapter, I was actually thinking of skipping it, but then the tragic feel won't be there. Don't hate me please🥺
And poor Minho I'm going to miss him so much...