THE STEPBROTHERS | BTS MAFIA AU | ✔

CHAPTER 28

Author's Pov–

Namjoon: " Unknown...? "

The word unknown seemed to have traumatised the boys as they shifted in their seats!

Namjoon slid his thumb across the screen, deciding to answer the call nonetheless

Namjoon: " Hello? "

Nurse Jeon: " Mr Song speaking? "

Namjoon casted the others an unreadable look and replied to the nurse, still not recognising the voice.

Namjoon: " Yes..? "

Nurse Jeon: " Ms Y/n just woke up, we'll be shifting her to the postoperative cabin now..."

Namjoon's face changed immediately as he stood up from his seat, with relieved grin on his lips.

Namjoon: " We're on our way, thank you..."

He hung up the call quickly and faced the others almost excitedly.

Namjoon: " Y/n's awake! "

The moment Namjoon shared the news, the room burst into a flurry of activity. Jin, Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin, Yoongi, and Hoseok were up on their fets in an instant, faces lighting up with relief. They had been anxiously waiting for any update on Y/n’s condition, though some of them didn't showed it..

Jin: " (smiling) Finally, some good news. "

They hurried out of the house, piling into their car. Jin drove, focused but visibly relieved. The ride to the hospital felt longer than it was, filled with a mix of nervous chatter and hopeful silence.

When they arrived at the hospital, they rushed through the entrance and headed straight to the front desk, as a nurse directed them to the postoperative cabin where Y/n has been moved. They quickly made their way to the room, their footsteps echoing in the quiet hospital corridors.

As they reached the door, Namjoon took a deep breath and pushed it open. Inside, they found Y/n resting in a hospital bed, looking tired but awake.

Jimin and Taehyung lead to the front. Jimin looked at her with a mix of regret and relief while Taehyung were uncertain but followed Jimin closely.

Y/n sensed the presence and slowly turned her head to face the seven people.

Y/n's Pov–

I didn’t know how to react, what to say, or even how to feel. All I could do was stare at them as they stared back, eight sets of eyes mirroring each other's expressions. But for the first time, I wasn’t annoyed by their presence.

Jimin was the first to approach me.

Jimin: “Y/n…”

I met his gaze and replied.

Y/n: “H-hi…”

It was all I could think of in that moment, so I went with it. I could see him hesitate, debating whether or not to touch me, but in the end, he decided against it and stood at my bedside instead.

They all looked exhausted. It was clear none of them had slept since returning home, though I had no idea why. My eyes drifted to Taehyung, who stood at the edge of the bed, gripping the handle tightly. His expression was uncertain, and he blinked every few seconds, hands visibly tense.

I thought about sitting up, but the moment I tried, I winced from the sharp pull in my abdomen. How many stitches did it take? I wondered. The boys tensed, stepping forward to help, but Jimin, being closest, gently eased me back down.