Should Be You | Jikook ✔️

Epilogue

Jimin’s eyelids fluttered open, his vision blurry, the sterile white of the hospital room slowly coming into focus. His body felt heavy, weighed down by fatigue, and a dull ache that pulsed through his limbs. For a moment, everything seemed eerily quiet, a stillness he couldn’t place. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure curled up beside him—Ahrin, her small form nestled next to a man he didn’t recognize. His heart lurched in confusion.

“Who…Who are you?” Jimin’s voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper as he turned his head towards them. The man looked up, meeting Jimin's eyes with a soft, understanding gaze.

The man stood and walked toward him, keeping his movements slow and careful, as though any sudden gesture might startle Jimin. “I’m Hoseok,” he said gently, his voice calm. “Jungkook’s long-time best friend.”

Jimin blinked, trying to make sense of the information, still too disoriented to fully comprehend everything. But then his gaze shifted back to Ahrin, and a wave of relief washed over him as he saw her chest rise and fall with steady breaths. She was safe.

“And Jungwoo?” Jimin asked anxiously, his heart thudding in his chest. “Where’s Jungwoo?”

Hoseok offered a small smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “Jungkook’s butler, Namjoon, is with him. He’s safe, Jimin. They both are.”

The words should have comforted him, but the pit of dread in Jimin’s stomach only grew. His mind was racing, desperate to recall what had happened before he lost consciousness. The last thing he remembered was the frantic panic, the fear, Jungkook’s name screaming in his mind. A sharp pain in his arm suddenly brought him back to the present. He winced, looking down at his arm, now tightly cast.

"Don’t try to move too much,” Hoseok said softly, stepping closer as he saw Jimin's wince. "Your arm—it's broken."

But Jimin’s mind was already elsewhere, the fractured pieces of his memory snapping into place as the horrifying realization dawned on him. The accident. Jungkook. He had no idea where Jungkook was. His breath hitched, panic flooding his veins.

"Jungkook," he whispered, the name a desperate plea on his lips. He tried to push himself up, ignoring the pain that radiated through his arm, his heart hammering against his ribcage.

Hoseok placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to gently ease him back down. “Jimin, please, you need to rest. Don’t—"

“No!” Jimin cried out, shaking his head frantically. “Where is he? Where’s Jungkook?” His voice rose with each word, the panic quickly spiraling out of control. His vision blurred again, not from fatigue this time, but from the tears that burned at the corners of his eyes.

“Jimin—”

“Where is he?!” Jimin screamed, cutting Hoseok off, his voice breaking with desperation. “Jungkook! Jungkook!”

His cries echoed through the room, loud enough to stir Ahrin from her sleep. She sat up groggily, her wide eyes full of confusion and concern as she watched Jimin thrashing against the bed.

“Jimin!” Hoseok pleaded, his voice trembling as he tried to calm him, but it was no use. Jimin couldn’t hear him. All he could hear was the deafening roar of his own fear, his chest heaving as he screamed Jungkook’s name again and again.

The sound of Jimin’s cries were so raw, so full of anguish which tore Hoseok’s heart, and he could see that same pain reflected in Ahrin’s eyes as she sat there, frozen. The sight of Jimin, who is normally so composed, is now so utterly desperate and broken, which is almost too much to bear.

Nurses rushed into the room at the sound of Jimin’s frantic screams. Their faces showed a mix of alarm and urgency. They moved quickly, one of them preparing a syringe while another tried to hold Jimin still.