On-Way Passage || ᴠᴍɪɴ

Chapter 59

When Jimin awoke, he found himself in a hospital bed. A small nightlight was turned on in one corner, and a chair next to the bed was occupied by one person—his alpha husband, Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung's jaw was propped up on one hand, and his eyes were closed. The small nightlight shone on the side of his face, casting a shadow across half of it.

Jimin assumed that the man was sleeping and extended his hand towards Taehyung's face, but halfway there, Taehyung opened his eyes and grabbed his hand, before letting go shortly afterwards. "With the way you are right now, you're still acting out?"

"You sound like my dad when you say that."

Taehyung coldly humphed.

Jimin held up his bandaged hand in front of him, and asked, recalling his injured palm, "Did I have to get stitches?"

"Mm," said Taehyung.

"Well, I guess I got pretty lucky," said Jimin. "I didn't even feel any pain when I passed out."

Taehyung was watching him, a hint of mirth visible in his gaze. "Does it hurt right now?" he inquired.

Jimin considered the pain and nodded. "I've had worse though."

Taehyung sat quietly for a moment before lowering his head and burying his face in the blanket over Jimin's chest.

Jimin stroked Taehyung's hair with his uninjured hand, the soft strands slipping through his fingers. He then took a small handful of Taehyung's hair and yanked on it.

"Have you gone insane?" Taehyung said as he raised his head, face darkening.

"Just checking to see if I'm awake," Jimin explained. "I feel dizzy."

"Did you hurt your head?" Taehyung was caught off guard. The situation had been too chaotic earlier, and the cut on Jimin's hand was so obvious that no one had noticed if he was hurt elsewhere.

Jimin lightly shook his head. "I banged my head—I had all these dreams while I was unconscious... There was a lot going on."

Taehyung's expression was grave. "We'll ask for a CT scan first thing tomorrow morning."

Jimin hummed in agreement, then asked, "Where are Ju-yoon and Yoongi?"

"Ju-yoon or Yoongi?"

"Both."

Taehyung straightened out Jimin's blanket. "One has just had his windpipe stitched up and can't talk right now, and the other—we can't locate him at the moment."

"You already know then?" Jimin asked him.

Taehyung said, "I heard from Hoseok."

"So, we still don't know where the real Yoongi is? What about Aunt Lee? Has anyone seen her?"

"We've found her, but she didn't take Yoongi with her. The police are still questioning her."

Jimin's brows furrowed. "Did they check the CCTV?"

"Yes. They've identified a suspect and are now pursuing him."

"Who is it?" Jimin was curious.

"A mixed-race alpha," said Taehyung.

These words pierced Jimin's ear and straight through his brain. A sudden image came to mind. "I think I've seen him." He braced himself and attempted to sit. "Does he have short, black curls? Tall build?"

Taehyung leaned against his chair and hummed in assent. "Do you remember anything else?"

Jimin racked his brains. "That guy who rented the car, the one they said wasn't from around here?"