Invisible Strings of the Hearts || MYG FF

Chapter 51

YOONGI POV 🖤

I dialled Jimin's number as I panicked badly,

"How's everything there?"

"Do fast hyung"

"Have you asked Leena's father and Leeah? If they have O negative? It almost slipped my mind in tension"

"Yes I asked when it came to my mind, Hyung.. But they all are O positive..Just Leena got the rare trait, Even Leeah is O positive"

"WHO TOLD HER TO BE RARE... GOD!! I need to run Jimin... update me"

"Sure..Just be fast"

"Okay"

I ran as fast as I could. burst into the university campus, panting and frantic, my eyes scanning the crowd of students gathered around a stage.

There was a speech happening, some event that didn't matter to me, not when every second counted for Leena. I didn't care about the decorum, the stares, or the judgment; all I cared about was finding a way to save her.

I pushed forward, my desperation like a force of nature, but the guards tried to block my path. Their hands reached out to stop me, and without thinking, I pulled out my gun, the cold metal a stark contrast to the burning urgency inside me.

The guards recoiled, fear flashing across their faces, and the crowd began to scatter, panic rippling through the students as they fled.

But I couldn't let them go. I couldn't let my only chance slip away.

"Please!" I shouted, my voice cracking with the weight of everything I was feeling. "Please don't run! I'm not here to harm anyone-just hear me out!"

The chaos paused, students and professors freezing in place, their eyes fixed on me, a mix of fear and confusion painted on their faces. I walked up to the mic, my hands trembling, my heart pounding in my chest as I struggled to find the words, to make them understand.

"My wife...she's fighting for her life. I need an O-negative donor. If anyone, anyone here has O-negative blood, please...please come forward." My voice broke, raw and filled with the kind of desperation that comes from watching the one you love teeter on the edge of life and death. "She won't survive if I can't find blood...please, I'm begging you."

Silence fell over the crowd, heavy and suffocating, and for a moment, I felt my hope slipping away. But then, slowly, hesitantly, hands began to rise-one, two...five. Five people, willing to help. My chest tightened with a glimmer of hope, tears stinging my eyes as I thanked them, my voice barely holding together. I didn't waste any time. I led them out of the campus, the relief mingling with the urgency as we sped toward the hospital.

When I reached the hospital, the sight of my family hit me like a punch to the gut. Leeah was crying, her small frame trembling as she clung to our father, and my mom was sobbing into Dad's shoulder. YN was in Namjoon's arms, her face buried against his chest, her own tears reflecting the fear and pain that gripped us all.

I ran to them, my voice hoarse as I called out, "I found the donors!"

Leeah's head snapped up, her tear-streaked face lighting up with hope, and my mom looked at me with a mix of disbelief and relief. Namjoon pulled YN closer, and even in their sadness, there was a flicker of hope in their eyes.

"We've got a chance," I said, my voice breaking as I looked at each of them. "Leena's going to be okay. She has to be."

I collapsed into the seat, my body heavy with exhaustion, every muscle aching from the frantic search for blood. I watched as the doctors ushered the donors inside, their white coats fluttering like ghosts down the dim hospital corridor. Relief and fear tangled inside me, a knot tightening in my chest as I sank deeper into the seat, my head hanging low.