Invisible Strings of the Hearts || MYG FF

Chapter 52

YOONGI POV 🖤

I rubbed my eyes, feeling disoriented as I woke to a gentle touch on my shoulder. My body was stiff, and I could feel the cold, hard hospital floor beneath me.

I didn’t even realize I’d fallen asleep sitting there, holding her hand, refusing to let go. Everything felt numb, the exhaustion weighing on me like a heavy blanket I couldn’t shrug off.

Namjoon’s face came into focus, his expression soft but firm, full of concern. He crouched down next to me, his hand still on my shoulder, trying to pull me out of the haze I’d been lost in for hours.

"Hyung, you should go home, at least for a while," he said, his voice gentle yet insistent. “You need to eat something, get cleaned up… you’re still covered in blood.”

I glanced down at myself, at the stained shirt and the dried blood on my hands. The smell hit me, metallic and sharp, and I realized how far gone I was—too lost in fear and madness to care about anything else. But he was right. I looked like a mess. A mess that reeked of panic and desperation.

I turned back to Leena, still lying there so still, each breath she took feeling like a fragile thread keeping her tied to me. The thought of leaving her, even for a moment, made my heart clench painfully.

“Namjoon… what if she wakes up when I’m not here?” My voice came out strained, each word drenched in the anxiety I’d been trying so hard to hold back.

He gave my shoulder a firm, reassuring squeeze. “She’ll be okay. We’re all here with her, and she’s strong. She’s going to wake up soon. You just need to take care of yourself too, hyung. You have to be strong for her.”

I stared at Leena, my mind flooded with memories, with every argument, every kiss, every stolen moment that led us to this.

Slowly, I nodded, my resolve breaking as I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. My lips lingered there, desperate to feel even the slightest response. "i want you to be back in your fierce spirit Elysium.. The Flame which will burn me down everyday, which will piss me off everyday..."

Namjoon watched quietly, his presence steady as I finally pulled away. He didn’t rush me, didn’t push, just stayed there, giving me the strength I didn’t know I needed. As I straightened, he placed a comforting hand on my back.

“You’ll see her soon, hyung. She’s a fighter… just like you.”

I gave him a small nod, my chest tight with emotions I couldn’t put into words.

Reluctantly, I turned and walked out, every step feeling heavier than the last.

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I rushed back to the hospital, barely feeling the water I'd splashed on my face or the fresh clothes I’d changed into. The whole world outside felt muted, dull, as if the weight of Leena’s absence drained every bit of color and life.

I hadn’t eaten; the thought of food felt nauseating when she was lying there, fighting for her life. All I could think of was getting back to her, needing to see her, needing to make sure she was still here, still breathing.

As I reached the corridor, I saw them all—the familiar faces lined up near the door. Leena’s dad, with his eyes red and tired; my parents, looking more fragile than I’d ever seen them; Namjoon, Jungkook, and Yn stood close by, their expressions a mixture of concern and silent prayers. And then there was Jimin, trying to get Leeah to eat something, her tears making every bite seem impossible.

Jimin spotted me first. He whispered something to Leeah before walking over, his expression both relieved and worried. “Hyung, she woke up for a little while...but she’s still weak. She drifted back into unconsciousness.”