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Chapter : 18💜

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Lots of Love to you all🌷

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Taehyung ran down the brightly lit hallways. Heart panicking and eyes wide in fear, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead and chest. He felt disgusted in himself. He was good for nothing. All his life he had been nothing but an utter failure, a puppet of his father, a bad son and a bad brother. He ran towards the lift but it was already occupied so he took the stairs, running like a mad man. Despite the coldness in the air he felt hot. Burning hot.

Suffocating hot.

He took a right once he reached the floor he was told by the receptionist. His feet came to a halt when he saw Irene sitting on the couch outside the hospital ward. The said girl looked at him with wide eyes.

"Taehyung?!", Irene whispered.

Taehyung took small steps towards her, taking in her small and tired self. Her eyes were puffy and face had tear stains. She stood up from her seat and her eyes filled with new tears.

"T-tae....m-mom", she gulped looking at the closed door. 401. It read.

"What happened?", his voice was low, a dangerous growl. Irene looked down, pupils shaking and she fumbled with her fingers. "What happened Irene?", he asked in a warning tone.

"S-she had a panic a-attack", she stuttered.

"How? And don't make me repeat again", his eyes never left the ward door.

"D-dad had a fight with her", she said, contemplating whether she should tell further or not. "He sl-slapped her", she raised her head to look at him. His face had no expressions but his jaw tightened at the mention of violence. "I think she had a bad dream and it triggered her memories".

"C-can i", he gulped, "can i meet her" he asked.

Irene nodded timidly. "But she's still unconscious".

"Yeah! Hyo told", he said. His hands fisting on his sides. "Hyung knows?", he finally looked at her.

"N-no".

"We should tell him", Taehyung said. He pulled out his phone and called namjoon and told him about everything. "He's coming", he paused for a long second, "with Jin hyung".

"I think i should go", Irene looked away. "It's better if i go now", she continued when Taehyung looked at her with a sigh.

"Don't! Try to understand. Mom might need you for so many things, i hope you understand", Taehyung requested. "The nurses might need you more than us".

"Yeah", she forced a tight lipped smile. "Go...see her. She needs to see one of her baby boys", she chuckled to ease the tension but Taehyung's guilt magnified unintentionally.

His mom, his beloved mom was in the hospital.

What if it was me instead of Irene?

The words kept ringing in his ears and he couldn't be more guilty of his doings.

Taehyung felt like the ground under his feet had just vanished and his chest felt heavy. He walked to the door slowly and peeked through the small glass window. There lay his mom's unconscious self atop the bed covered in a light blue duvet, an oxygen mask to help her breathe, cannula and tubes attached to her arms. It was exactly like the last time he saw his mom in the hospital, when namjoon left them. A year ago when his mom had a panic attack and she was diagnosed with PTSD.