Escape (Minho x Reader)

Helluva Firework

POV: Minho

I sit in the waiting room of the ER. Appearing stone faced, calm.

But I am neither of those.

We should've known this would happen. Should've predicted that fighting off the entire rest of Jay's team would be tiring. Even with all of the help we prepared and the advantages we had.

One mistake could very well cost a life.

We've never been faced with something like this.

I... have never had such a lapse in judgment.

If only I was rational helping to plan this mission.

"Minho" Jisung calls from beside me, soft, he's never soft speaking to me, always goofy.

I look up at him for a moment before looking back down; acknowledging his words.

"It's not your fault" He says, a hand finding it's way to my shoulder.

I look up at him confused, "what?"

He turns in his chair, looking at me head on, "it's not your fault."

Anger begins to replace confusion, followed by fear. Why am I angry?

"It's not your fault" He says again, voice just above a whisper.

"I know" I respond through gritted teeth.

"You don't. It's not your fault" He repeats, this time moving to sit directly in front of me.

"Why do you keep saying that?" I reply with a slight attitude, hands turning into fists.

"Because you need to know. It is not your fault" He says, yet again.

More anger builds up inside of me. Desperately I try to keep my composure. I don't want to wake the sleeping people around me.

"It's not-"

"IT IS!" I yell, fists so tight my nails dig into my palms.

"Nope" Jisung says calmly, grabbing my hands and forcing them apart.

"You don't know that. I'm the one in charge of combat. I make the best plans of action for it. I'm the one that gave Chan the okay to do both missions in one night. It is my fault. I didn't correctly plan that we would be that tired." I reply, angry tears springing at my eyes that I blink away.

"You couldn't know. How could you know? No one else did. Not even Chan and he calls the shots. Namjoon didn't even know and he's a superior. Lee Minho. It. Is. Not. Your. Fault" Jisung argues calmly, different from his normal arguing.

I stare at him, his words processing in my mind. My currently very closed off mind.

He's right. I know he's right. But I don't want to see it.

"I don't want to believe it" I whisper out loud, hanging my head as a few silent tears escape despite my best efforts.

"I know. But you have no choice. This isn't a matter of believing, this is a matter of truth" He says, pulling me in for a hug.

A tight, warm, back rubbing hug.

I know I put out more energy than I do words or actions. People see things in me that I'm keeping in my mind. But for him to hug me like this must mean I'm not good at all.

Must admit though, hugs aren't so bad.

Y/N loves hugs.

"Excuse me, are you Y/N's family?" A voice sounds from diagonal us.

Everyone stands up immediately. As if they were never asleep to begin with.

"Yes, I'm her brother" Chan says.

"Hi, I know this has had to be stressful. But, you'll be glad to know that the extent of her injury is not life threatening" The doctor announces, everyone sighing in relief.

"The bullet missed all major areas. What was making it worse was that the bullet didn't go all the through. Normally when there is no exit wound we assume it was lodged in a major organ. However, the angle at which she seemed to have been shot made the bullet hide on us. We managed to get it out and she will make a full recovery. We'd like to keep her for the majority of her recovery to make sure there's no internal bleeding to be resolved and to ensure everything heals correctly. She will need a blood transfusion as although her wound did not lodge anywhere important, she did lose a significant amount of blood. When that is taken care of and her vitals stay stable for a good few days we can entertain you taking her home" The doctor explains thoroughly, clearly caring enough to make sure we're adequately informed.

"Thank you so much, really. Are we allowed to see her?" Chan asks, his body a lot less tense.

"Right now she is in recovery and still asleep. We are getting her room together now and one of my nurses will come get you when you can go back alright?" The doctor answers, smiling.

"Yes, thank you so much" Chan replies, shaking his hand before the other walks off.

I just stare off into space. No thoughts but not really zero thoughts. I'm feeling but I'm not. Here but I'm not.

"Minho, stay with us bud" Chan says, waving a hand in front of my face.

Reluctantly I zone back into reality, making eye contact.

"I'll be back" I mumble, barely understandable.

My pace quickens as I walk through the doors. No clue where I'm going so fast. Being in there is just too much.

I continue walking around the hospital grounds. Passing a few people out late, a couple ambulances with lights and sirens off pulling in, even someone walking their dog.

Eventually I come across an empty bench in a pitch dark area of this sidewalk.

Taking a seat I breathe. Close my eyes and breathe.

There is no way she could have gotten this lucky. No way all of us are this lucky. So many things could have gone wrong, so many scenarios could have played out. And this is the one the universe chose.

Maybe this needed to happen.

Not that I want Y/N to be hurt. But maybe these circumstances will change us for the better.

Y/N will take a break. I'll get to spend more one on one time with her. Chan will chill out. Everyone else will get rest.

But most importantly we all will love harder and more openly.

I wish I could openly love people. That I could show how much they mean to me and be okay receiving that love back.

But it's hard. It's so hard. Especially when your heart is as guarded as mine.

The only thing my mom taught me was to always guard my heart. And when my life went to pieces that was all I had left.

My heart.

Me.

But hopefully I'll get to add Y/N.

She evokes something in me I thought was lost a long time ago.

"You're one helluva firework Y/N.."