i'm yours

twenty

Minduelle slowly put her hearing aids in, eyes lingering on the hospital bracelet for several seconds before looking up.

"Hey."

Minduelle's eyes fluttered closed, her face crumbling as she put a hand to her face. 'I haven't heard his voice in so long.' Minduelle leaned into Jungkook as he pulled her in for a hug. "I'm sorry." She whispered, Jungkook holding her securely.

"No one is mad at you."

"Where is everyone?" Minduelle asked, letting go of Jungkook's hug.

"Home or work." Jungkook answered. "It's been-"

"A long week." Minduelle finished. "I haven't helped."

"It's not your fault, Noona." Jungkook reassured, frowning slightly, sitting on the hospital bed with her. "Tour is going to be here before we know it and there's a ton of final things to do. Plus... we're all mourning your grandma."

Minduelle nodded slowly, looking down at the hospital bed. "Is this your doing?" Minduelle ran her hand across the crocheted blanket she made while she was with her grandma in the hospital.

"Yeah." Jungkook kept his eyes on her face, studying her carefully. "Is that okay?"

"Mhm," Minduelle blinked several times. "I just can't believe it's real."

Jungkook trace his finger over a few rows on the blanket. "Me neither." Jungkook took a deep breath. "But how are you? Jimin was freaking out over the phone."

"I think I passed out, right?" Minduelle asked, Jungkook nodding. "I was going to try to do good today, I really was. I was walking to the kitchen so I could get some food and water and my body just, fought back so much. I kept going and before I knew it, I closed my eyes and then I woke up here."

"I'm proud of you for trying to get some food and water. That's really awesome Noona." Jungkook pulled Minduelle in for a hug, Minduelle holding onto that hug extra long. "Before you know it, you'll be running marathons."

"I could never and will never run a marathon." Minduelle shook her head, slowly laying back down. "You can knock yourself out though."

"I've always wanted to run one." Jungkook mumbled to himself, laying down beside Minduelle without another thought, laying his head on her shoulder. "Would you come support me if I did?"

"Of course I would." Minduelle brought her hand up to Jungkook's hair, running her nails against his scalp in a soothing way. "I'll support anything you do."

"Even murder?" Jungkook whispered with a small hint of excitement.

"If you murdered someone, I know it would be for good." Minduelle sighed softly, Jungkook 'yes!' -ing softly.

"Good. Because Taehyung may or may not-"

"God Minduelle." Yoongi breathed as he ran into the room, pulling Minduelle away from Jungkook so he could hug her tightly. "Are you okay? What happened? All Jimin texted me was that you passed out and were now in a hospital. Did you hit your head?"

"I'm okay." Minduelle said calmly, holding Yoongi's hands on her shoulders. "My head hurts but I'm okay."

"You have your hearing aids in." Yoongi's eyes darted around her face. "You're feeling better? W-What? Why? What-"

"Yoongi, Honey, breathe." Minduelle gave him a sad smile, moving her legs a little. "Sit with me."

Yoongi did more than that. He laid down right beside Minduelle, pressing himself tightly against her so they could all fit on the bed. "I've been so worried about you and I've been in the studio for a while today and I didn't check my phone and when I finally did I see this text from Jimin and I just thought something else happened and I thought-"