I do believe in your galaxy//KTH FF

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Y/N pov

sterile white walls of the hospital corridor felt like a canvas, each step echoing the silent anxiety that reverberated within. Namjoon oppa comforting words resonated in my mind as we stood outside the surgery room, awaiting Taehyung's return. "He's gonna be okay," he assured me, his voice a steadying force amid the sea of uncertainty.

Time seemed to stretch, each passing moment intensifying the knot of worry in my chest. When they finally wheeled Taehyung back into the room, relief and apprehension warred within me. As the medical staff adjusted his position on the bed, I couldn't help but scrutinize every detail of his face, seeking reassurance in the familiar lines and contours.

Namjoon oppa's concerned gaze lingered on me, and he gently inquired, "What's wrong?" My instinct was to downplay the unease that gripped me, to offer a reassuring smile and dismiss any trace of doubt. But the words caught in my throat as I silently observed Taehyung, my eyes scanning for any signs of distress or discomfort.

After a pregnant pause, I responded, "Nothing," a simple word that belied the tumult of emotions beneath the surface. The room, filled with the soft hum of medical equipment, became a sanctuary for unspoken fears and hopes.

Just then, a doctor entered the room, breaking the silence with news that felt like a lifeline. "Taehyung's surgery was successful. He'll be recovering soon," the doctor conveyed, a sense of professional satisfaction coloring the announcement. The weight that had settled over the room lifted, replaced by a collective exhale of relief.

Namjoon oppa's eyes met mine, reflecting the shared sentiment of gratitude and hope. In that moment, the sterile hospital room transformed into a space where the fragility of life intersected with the resilience of the human spirit.

As we settled into the rhythm of Taehyung's recovery, the air became charged with a quiet determination to navigate the challenges ahead. The journey was far from over, but the successful surgery marked a pivotal step toward healing—an affirmation that, against the backdrop of uncertainty, hope could still bloom.
In the morning

Y/N POV

As the morning light filtered through the hospital room, I found myself wide awake, the events of the previous night still lingering in my mind. The rhythmic beeping of machines provided a steady backdrop, a constant reminder of Taehyung's presence and the delicate balance between uncertainty and recovery.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a familiar figure stepped into the room. It was my appa , carrying breakfast for the three of us. His eyes held a mix of concern and reassurance as he approached Taehyung's bedside. I could sense the depth of his connection with Taehyung, despite their relatively short acquaintance.

With practiced care, appa monitored Taehyung's wounds, his expression reflecting the weight of responsibility he felt for the well-being of someone who had become a cherished part of our lives.

Turning towards me, he spoke with a gentle sincerity, "Y/N, don't worry about him. He will be back on his feet soon, especially with you by his side."

I couldn't bring myself to respond at that moment. The complexities of emotions, the unspoken fears, and the profound connection we shared with Taehyung seemed to weave an intricate tapestry of sentiments within me.

Just then, Namjoon oppa stirred from his slumber, his eyes fluttering open. Confusion briefly clouded his gaze before he greeted my father. "Good morning." Namjoon oppa's voice held a softness, a vulnerability that hinted at the shared concern for Taehyung's recovery.

My father, undeterred by the early hour, encouraged Namjoon oppa to freshen up. "Wash your face and come. I brought food for you," he chimed, his caring nature extending to everyone present in the room.