三一
秋日
one day, three autumns
miss someone so much, one day feels as long as three years.
D- 01
The hospital room is quiet except for, He's now standing in Jimin's room, completely still for entirely new reasons, surrounded by a sea of white. The gleaming tile floor, the rigid bed sheets, the thick cables snaking from the machines, the steady beeping of machines monitoring Jimin's vital signs echoes in Taehyung's ears...
He can't believe how fragile Jimin looks lying in the hospital bed, his normally vibrant and lively aura replaced by a pale and fragile shell.
"Damn it, Jimin-ah..." Taehyung breathes out quietly, tears blurring his vision once more, his chest constricted too much to utter anything else.
Taehyung desperately wants to blame the harsh lighting and the sterile hospital gown they've dressed him in for Jimin's appearance, but he can't he clearly knows that it's more than that. he displays fresh bruises on his right cheekbone and jaw. A bandage, only a few shades lighter than his skin, is affixed to the right side of his forehead, near his hairline, and there are tiny cuts scattered across his face. Jimin has a split lip, some bruises on his collarbone peeking out from beneath the gown, and additional cuts on his hand- it's all too real to ignore. And Taehyung can't shake the feeling of helplessness that washes over him.
the inner battle jimin was fighting against the pain that threatened to consume him. His hand hovers over Jimin's, wanting to reach out and hold it, And as much as Taehyung wanted to reach out, to offer comfort, he couldn't bring himself to touch Jimin.
It wasn't that Taehyung was afraid of something. No, it was different. Jimin looked so fragile, so delicate, that Taehyung feared even the slightest touch would shatter him completely.
But still, the desire to provide comfort tugged at Taehyung's heart. His hands twitched at his sides, longing to reach out and soothe Jimin's pain. To somehow transfer the suffering from Jimin's body into his own, if only to ease Jimin's pain, to take all his pain and if taehyung can he would have taken every bit of pain of jimin's life.
his hand finds its way to Jimin's, fingers intertwining with a gentle squeeze.
"I'm here my love" he whispers, his voice barely above a murmur. He can't bear the thought of Jimin waking up and feeling alone, so he repeats the words, hoping they'll somehow reach Jimin in his unconscious state.
"My love," he whispered again softly, leaning in closer to Jimin. His hand trembled as it hovered above Jimin's forehead careful not to cause any harm. Jimin's neck was supported by a cervical collar, an oxygen mask covering his mouth, and his hand connected to various machines.
The touch of Taehyung's hand on Jimin's bandaged forehead felt cold, prompting him to fight back tears by biting down on his lip. "You've fought so bravely, and I couldn't be prouder of you," he silently conveyed and press his lips so delicately. Upon regaining consciousness, Jungkook informed Taehyung that Jimin was fine and they could meet him.Taehyung felt a sense of relief akin to reclaiming his lost life.
Even though Jimin remained silent, there was hope in the air that he would regain his his consciousness soon.
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"I know how it feels. I can understand Taehyung's situation," Yoongi said gazing down at his shoes.
"We all can empathize," Jungkook sighed.
"No, I mean, like seven to eight years back, I was in the same situation as him. My loved one was bedridden, and I found myself praying and begging for him... If he seemed like some crazy person, I can relate," Yoongi shared with a crease between his brows.
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Fanfiction{Complete} [ Fantasy / slow burn] Park Jimin had finally made the decision to settle down. However, everything took an unexpected turn when his best friend, Kim Taehyung, did something completely unexpected. Following that day, Jimin's life was for...
