MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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Deja Vu. Halfway at least.

Like months ago, I opened my eyes to the bright light above me, giving me the headache of the century. And much like months ago, I hear voices slowly clearing out, gradually becoming louder, although they are still distant.

'J, you up?'

I looked over to see Taehyung sitting next to the bed, leaning over to see me better.

'No. I'm laying down.' I mutter a response to his stupid question and squeeze my eyes shut

'J, do you remember what happened?' He asked again

'I don't have amnesia, Tae. I ran the fucker off the road and hit my head. I just don't get why you took me to a damn hospital for a headbump.'

'J, you had a lot more than a headbump. Your airbag slammed you so hard you got a concussion. It also nearly broke your ribs, so you might struggle a bit with breathing. And you got stitches in your arm.'

'I still don't get why I'm here.' I slowly pulled myself up, feeling like someone took a shovel to my head. A few times.

'Do... do you remember anything else?'

The way his voice fluttered was suspicious, and my dizziness and headache took a backseat for the moment. I sat up straighter, looking at him wordlessly.

Neither of us said a thing, but the fact that I saw no one else around kind of hit me with the thought. The trunk of the car. The body. The woman. Rain.

'I-Rain-I had a dream-'

Possibly the slowest headshake of denial of the century came from him, cutting off my thoughts and words. All he did was stare into my eyes, denying my words without saying a single one himself.

'It- it wasn't-'

This time, he nodded with a light smile, and I jumped off the bed, nearly faceplanting. I wasn't dreaming. It happened.

'Where is she???'

'72. 3 over to the left.'

I ran out of the room before he even finished the words, disorientation slapping me from all sides as I turned a sharp left corner, running into a bunch of people in the hall and knocking them over. Fuck them.

It was only a few feet, but the number 72 was glowing in my mind as I ran through the door, not realizing how fragile they were and ended up completely taking them off their hinges. They were left hanging on the corner of the frame, as I froze in my spot.

6 other guys were surrounding a hospital bed, all looking at me with mixed emotions, before Namjoon gave me a weak smile and moved aside, revealing what they've been guarding so closely.

I must have forgotten how to breathe, because I nearly fainted on the spot. The air had been knocked out of my lungs by my own sledging heart, and it felt like it might jump out through the chest, my throat, or my ears.

I can see her. I can clearly see her laying 10 feet away. Her skin pale and tired. Needles stuck in her forearms, and a heart machine counting her heartrate. I can clearly hear that her heart is indeed beating, and I can see her chest raising and falling as she sleeps, yet I can't believe what I'm seeing.

Every damn second of every damned day, I begged and prayed to have her back. I begged every higher power to let me see her one more time. To let me feel her. And now that she's here, I can't accept it. I don't know if it's because I can't or beacuse I don't want to. She died in my arms, took her last breath there. I watched the light leave her eyes, and she was gone.