THE STEPBROTHERS | BTS MAFIA AU | ✔

CHAPTER 53

Author's Pov-

The hospital was buzzing with a cold, sterile energy, the fluorescent lights above casting a harsh, white glow over everything. The boys sat in the waiting area, a few of them pacing restlessly, their minds racing with a whirlwind of thoughts. The boys were all caught in a tense silence, the weight of the situation pressing down on them.

Jin sat with his head in his hands, fingers gripping his hair as he tried to process everything that had just happened. Their parents were in surgery—fighting for their lives—and Y/n was gone, taken by people who had every intention of hurting her. The thought gnawed at him, a mix of rage and despair bubbling up inside. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Namjoon, his expression grim but focused.

Namjoon: "We need to think, hyung. Sitting here won't help."

Yoongi leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his face a mask of frustration. He was a man of action, not words, and the helplessness he felt in that moment was suffocating. He knew they couldn't just storm in without a plan—this was bigger than anything they had faced before.

Hoseok, usually the one to bring light to any situation, was uncharacteristically silent. He stood by the window, staring out at the darkening sky, trying to keep his emotions in check. His thoughts kept drifting back to Y/n—her terrified expression, the way she had called out to Jimin, the fear in her voice. He clenched his fists, his jaw tightening as he turned back to the others.

Taehyung was sitting on the edge of his seat, his knee bouncing up and down with nervous energy. His mind was racing with a thousand different scenarios, each one worse than the last. He looked over at Jimin, who had been eerily silent since they arrived at the hospital. Jimin hadn't spoken a word, his face pale, eyes vacant. 

Taehyung: "Jimin...this isn't the time to break down, we need to think straight."

Jimin didn't responded immedietly, his gaze fixed on the floor. His mind was a storm of guilt and self-recrimination. He had ignored her, turned his back when she needed him most, and now she was gone—taken by people who wanted to hurt her. He had failed her, and the weight of that failure was crushing him. But Taehyung's words slowly pulled him back, a flicker of determination sparking in his chest.

Jimin: "We need to get her back, no matter what."

The promise was quiet but fierce, a sign of resolve amidst the chaos.

The tense silence was broken as a doctor emerged from the operating room. The boys' heads snapped up, their faces a mix of hope and dread. The doctor's expression was solemn, a clear indicator that the news was not going to be easy.

Doctor: "I'm afraid I have some difficult news."

The doctor's expression was grave, and the silence that followed his entrance felt like a chasm swallowing all hope. Jin's face was pale, his hands still gripping the armrests of his chair, knuckles white with tension. His eyes were locked onto the doctor, pleading for some kind of reprieve.

Doctor: "I'm so sorry. Despite our best efforts, we couldn't save her. Mrs. Song...she didn't make it."

The doctor's words hit like a sledgehammer, shattering the fragile hold of hope the boys had been clinging to. Jin's face twisted in disbelief. The rest of them were no better; their faces were etched with shock and profound sorrow. They sat there, stunned into silence, unable to grasp the enormity of what the doctor had just conveyed.

For Jimin, the impact was particularly devastating. Even though he hadn't directly caused the events that led to this tragedy, he felt a deep, crushing weight of guilt and regret. The knowledge that he had deliberately ignored Y/n when she needed him most now weighed heavily on him. The realization that his actions—or lack thereof—might have contributed to her suffering was unbearable. He was consumed by remorse, struggling with the harsh truth that he had failed her in the most critical moment.