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24. Won't let you go

I came into the view of jimin, namjoon, and jungkook, standing with their head hung deep low, jimin looked at me with a tear rolling down his eye.

the next words that left his lips, made my world crash down on my feet, my heart stopped, my mind went black as both the coffee cups dropped from my hands,

"yoongi couldn't make it"

"w-wh-t t-ell me this is j-joke...pl-ease" spoke through a choked sob, my throat was going to explode, so did my heart, "please.." tears rolled down my cheeks, I noticed jungkook's eyes widen a little, "he c-can't. N-O noo" I wiped my face furiously.

I was about to enter yoongi's room when I cathed a view of jin laughing in the room, he is laughing? how? "d-dose jin know?" I turned my slightly back, jungkook scratched his ear and spoke lowly, "y-yes", how can he laugh when his best man and friend died, just now, something isn't right, but they won't lie to me, they won't make a joke like this, now, I dint had any courage to enter his room.

I turned on my heel, ran from the hallway, ran from the hospital, ran from the thousands of feelings and thoughts storming my mind.

I heard jimin and namjoon call out to me but I didn't turn back, I wiped my face with my sleeve as I ran. I slid into my car seat, pulled out from the parking lot, derived as fast as I could, with uncontrollable tears falling

I was angry at yoongi for leaving me like this, I was angry at myself for failing to protect him, Maybe if we both were not together I would have not lost him. Maybe if I had been more aware of my surrounding.

I had never thought jin would be so heartless, so insensitive, how could he?

But Jungkook scratched his ear, when he answered me, he only does that when he lies, he stuttered as well, but jimin, namjoon?

ugh

I skid parked at the side of the road, now the tears had stopped a bit, wiping my face, I pulled out my phone, I cleared my throat as I dialed the hospital number.

"Is this call received at nation hospital, seol?"

"I would like to know about, Min Yoongi, he was admitted around 10 am today, how was his surgery?"

"Beyol Kim"

"oh, th-thankyou"

I hung up.

I changed gear and made a harsh u-turn to hospital, tears had again begun pricking my eyes.

how could he

I made my way into the elevator, furiously pressing the floor button where he was, continuously tapping my foot at the floor, I wiped the single tear that passed my cheek, and sniffed as the elevator door opened.

I was met with three of them again on the hallway sofa, their head saw still hug low, jungkook looked up at me for a second but then went back starting at the wall.

huh, are they serious?

I straight went into the room yoongi was in, he was lying there lifeless, face calm than usual, I walked up to him, looking at his face, his lips were parted a little, slight pink, face- less yellow-blue than usual, 

"how long are you going to keep this act, yoongi?" I asked monotonously.

Do they think I am a fool?

he didn't bulge, the audacity.

I left him.

I left the room.

as I walked out, three of them stood up, "b-"