Jimin Protectors ' Book 1 '

Chapter 57 '✅'

Jimin's POV :

They came for me when I needed them most. I feel so bad for doubting them. They never gave me reasons to doubt, but I still did. Yoongi hyung was lying there, weak and hurt because of me, and I didn't trust him enough. When he broke into my terrible nightmare and saved me, I wanted so badly to call him "Appa" - Father. Because that's what he is to me now. He risked everything to save me. He could have died. What father would do more for his child?

At first, I was just thankful they gave me a place to stay and food to eat. But now, Yoongi hyung has shown me what it means to be truly loved, no matter what. And IU Noona... how amazing is she? The man she loves is lying in a hospital bed because of me! Yet she still holds me close and tells me everything will be okay. Even though I'm completely broken inside, she wants all of me - my sadness, my fears, my heavy heart. She's trying to put all my broken pieces back together. What better mother could I ask for?

I'm sitting here now, wrapped in my mother's warm arms, next to my father's hospital bed. He's still unconscious. I begged Omma to bring me here. I couldn't stay away. I need to be here when he wakes up. The doctors say it won't be long now, but every second feels like forever.

My heart jumps in my chest when I see his eyes moving under his closed eyelids. Is he waking up? Please, please wake up. I need you, Appa. We all need you.

Tears burn hot down my cheeks as I squeeze Omma's hand. The hospital room smells of antiseptic and medicine, but all I can focus on is the sound of the machines beeping, telling me his heart is still beating. My own heart beats so hard it hurts. The waiting is torture.

I lean forward, watching his face for any sign.

Jimin : "Appa," I whisper, the word feeling right on my tongue.

Jimin: "Omma , look, he's moving his eyes," I cried out, squeezing her hand so hard my knuckles turned white. My heart was beating so fast as we both stared at Appa's face, praying we weren't just seeing things.

She got up quickly from her chair, her gentle hands moving to stroke his forehead and hair.

IU: "Love, can you hear me?" she whispered, her voice soft but filled with so much hope it made my chest ache. But Appa didn't move right away. The silence in the room felt heavy. I reached out and took his hand in mine, my small fingers wrapping around his. In my mind, I was begging, pleading for him to squeeze back, to give us any sign he was coming back to us.

Jimin: "Appa, I'm here too. Please open your eyes," I said, my voice shaking so much I could barely get the words out. Then I felt it – the tiniest pressure against my palm as his fingers weakly pressed into mine. It was small, but it was something! A sign he could hear us!

Jimin: "You can, right?! Try to open your eyes. Omma and I are here," I urged him, my words tumbling out fast and desperate. My voice kept breaking as hope and fear battled inside me. The seconds ticked by like hours as we waited. Then, finally, his eyelids trembled and slowly, so slowly, they started to open. My heart felt like it might burst right out of my chest. Hot tears spilled down my cheeks, and I couldn't stop them. I didn't even try.

IU: "Love..." she sobbed, the single word carrying all her relief and happiness. She looked at him for just a moment more, her eyes swimming with tears, then rushed out of the room to get the doctors, her footsteps quick and urgent on the hospital floor.

And just like that, I was alone with my father. The man who had risked everything to save me. The man I thought I might lose. The man who had come back to us.

Yoongi: "Ji...Jiminie," he whispered, his voice so weak it was barely there. His eyes found mine, focusing on me like I was the only thing in the world. I couldn't stop crying, tears streaming down my face in hot rivers. My chest hurts from trying to hold back sobs.