My Sunshine❤️||Sope FF|| Min Yoongi|| Jung Hoseok|| one shot||

15

I rushed into the hospital, drenched in sweat, my fear overwhelming me. I felt like I was paralyzed, my mind and heart both failing to function properly. All I could focus on, all I could think about, is my sister. I want to see her safe. People around me glanced in my direction, their gazes a mixture of concern and sympathy, but I couldn’t process any of it.

My legs carried me to her ward, my heart pounding violently in my chest, my hands trembling uncontrollably. With every ounce of strength I could muster, I reached for the door, but before I could open it, it swung open from inside. Yoongi stepped out. His expression shifted from one of worry and exhaustion to a cold, unreadable mask. Yet, beneath the chill, the fatigue in his face was unmistakable. Without a word, he turned, gently but firmly grabbed my hand and guiding me back toward the hallway and closing the door very lightly before I could catch a glimpse of her.

He stepped toward me, harshly yanked my hand, his teeth clenched as he muttered through them, his voice laced with fury.

Yoongi: What the hell are you doing here?

I could see the anger in his face, and the way he was struggling to control himself, holding back a scream, as if he didn’t want di to hear. But I didn’t care about his anger—I needed to know about my sister. Was she okay? Desperately, I asked,

Yn: How is Di?

Yoongi’s bitter chuckle echoed in the tense silence, his eyes narrowing as he glared at me.

Yoongi: Who the hell are you to ask?

Without hesitation, I replied,

Yn: I’m her sister!

Before he could respond in fury, a piercing scream from her room shattered the moment. Fear and shock coursed through my veins, freezing me in place. But Yoongi didn’t hesitate. He immediately ran into the room, and I followed, only to be paralyzed by the scene before me.

Inside, she was thrashing violently, throwing things around, her body trembling as she screamed in distress. Yoongi held her tightly, trying to calm her, but she was muttering incoherently, shaking uncontrollably. I couldn’t see her face, but the sight of her hands, stretched and torn, was agonizing. They looked so deep, so painful.

Then, through the chaos, I heard her call my name in a broken whisper,

"Yn! Don’t leave me… please… don’t."

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I froze, and in that moment, I was thrust back by the rush of doctors and nurses, who stormed in, pushing me aside. The door slammed shut behind them, and I was left standing there, lifeless, unable to move. I stumbled backward and ran outside, my mind a whirlwind of guilt. The only thought that filled my head was the crushing realization that I was the reason she was in this condition.

Just then, I stumbled, nearly crashing into someone, and braced myself for the fall. I shut my eyes, expecting the pain, but instead, I felt a warm hand wrap around my waist. Slowly, I opened my tear-filled eyes to meet his, those deep, comforting black eyes that seemed to draw me in like an ocean. Hobi! His face was a mixture of worry, shock, and confusion.

I wasn’t sure why, but looking into his eyes, a wave of relief washed over me. Without thinking, I threw my arms around him and broke down in tears. I knew he must have been confused, but his hand gently began patting my back, offering quiet comfort. I clung to him, tightening my grip, as I let out all the anguish I had been holding inside. In that moment, I found solace in his warmth, and a sense of calm began to settle within me, soothing the storm that raged inside.

Hobi POV

As I walked towards her, holding the cold coffee—her all-time favorite—I couldn't help but recall how, in the past, whenever she felt stressed, she'd turn to cold coffee to calm herself down. Now, sitting beside her on the park bench after her emotional breakdown, I tried to offer her some comfort. I had brought her here, hoping the quiet of the park would soothe her, though she hadn't spoken a word. But I could tell she was thinking, perhaps about what Yoongi had said when she was in the hospital.

I found myself wondering why I couldn't control my emotions around her. She had this power over me, this ability to make me lose my composure. I always felt vulnerable in front of her. I gently extended the cold coffee towards her, but when she didn’t react, her gaze fixed somewhere distant, I softly placed my hand on her shoulder. She flinched at the touch and finally looked at me, her eyes red and swollen, her face pale. She immediately grabbed my hand, her voice barely a whisper as she spoke:

Yn: Please, tell me what happened to my sister. Why was she acting so strangely—crying, trembling, shaking, screaming? What happened to her? Is it because of me?

I nodded, not wanting to keep the truth from her any longer. She had to understand the consequences of her actions, the role she had played in leading Vedu to this devastating state. She needed to know that she was, in part, responsible for the pain that had followed.

Hobi: The morning you left, Yoongi and I went to your house to clear things up between us. When we walked in, we found Vedu collapsed in your room, holding your letter. We rushed her to the hospital and immediately informed your father, who was on a business trip. He said he was coming back right away. When Vedu regained consciousness, she ripped all the wires off her body and began crying uncontrollably, desperate to find you. Yoongi had already contacted other friends to help search. That was when we found out about the accident. Your father had died abroad, and his body was being brought back to here. Vedu completely broke down after hearing that. She couldn’t bear the loss. At your father’s funeral, she had a panic attack and lost all memory. Since then, she’s been suffering from ongoing panic attacks.

After finishing, I looked at her, only to find her lost in thought, her mind drifting somewhere far away. I stood up quietly, feeling the weight of everything, and walked out of the park. I couldn't bring myself to comfort her any longer. My own pain, the horrible memories I had with her, began to flood my mind, making it harder to stay. I had to leave.

I stepped away, calling her secretary as I walked, trying to focus on something else to distract from the emotional turmoil that had taken over me.

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