When Fantasy Became Reality | BTS

Chapter 67

"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

-Robert Frost

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Taraa's POV

It had been more than two weeks since Hoseok had been admitted in the hospital and the guys were paying him regular visits, and sometimes one of them stayed with him too.

But for me, no matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't visit him without some of the nosy people questioning.

Then one day, an opportunity came in the form of Hoseok's sister. Jiwoo was more than willing to let me accompany her to the hospital, and of course, now I wasn't just some random girl visiting Jung Hoseok but rather his sister's friend.

After doing entries in the register, we were allowed to go inside the patient's room. We found Yoongi, Namjoon and Jimin in the room, occupying the chair and the couch. Hobi was lying on the bed with his right foot wrapped in a crepe bandage.

Upon seeing us, the guys got up to leave the room. I too followed them to let Jiwoo talk to Hobi privately.

I roamed around in the tiled corridor, not being able to sit still. From time to time, Hoseok's laugh hit my ears, and I smiled to myself.

Few moments later, Jiwoo came out and patting my shoulder, motioned me to go inside.

I did the same and opened the metal door. I went to sit on the chair kept beside the bed.

"Hello!" I greeted.

"Hey." Hoseok greeted back, unenthusiastically.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, although I knew others must have asked him the same question countless times.

"Okay." he replied.

I looked closely at him and he looked nowhere near okay. Atleast, not right now.

"Hobi, what is it? Are you not feeling well? Should I call a doc-"

"GOD DAMMIT! I AM FINE! JUST STOP ASKING ME THE SAME THING OVER AND OVER AGAIN!" he yelled, cutting me off. I flinched visibly at his sudden outburst.

Normally, I would leave the place immediately if I was yelled at in this manner. But for Hobi to shout like this, I knew he was vulnerable right now and these were all his pent-up emotions coming out in the form of anger. So, I just sat there, looking at him.

He dropped his head in a defeated manner, and I noticed him shaking. Very carefully, I took hold of his hand that layed at his side, and he looked at me with the corner of his eyes.

I sighed in relief when he didn't jerk my hand away. I got up and sat beside him on the bed.

"Please forgive me, Taraa. I didn't mean to..." the rest of his sentence went unheard, as I engulfed him in a tight hug.

"Its okay, oppa. Its okay." I said.

He hugged me back and when I felt wetness on my neck, I realised that he was crying. It broke my heart to see him in this state.