The Blossom Of Love ♡

Chapter~33

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Your footsteps don't fall the way you want, it feels like you're already too late
And the whole world is just mean

♪0 o'clock~

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AUTHOR POV:

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The air in the living room was thick — heavy with unspoken worries and quiet exhaustion. Everyone sat in silence, but the tension refused to leave.

Taehyung perched on the armrest of the couch, brows furrowed in thought. Jimin paced near the window, his hands restless, while Jin stood by the kitchen counter, arms crossed tightly, staring at the floor as if answers could be found there.

On the couch, Y/N sat with Jeongchan curled beside her, his tiny hands clutching her shirt like a lifeline. His breathing was uneven, and his little body trembled even in sleep. She had spent the last several minutes gently soothing him — whispering soft words, brushing her fingers through his hair until his fists loosened and sleep took over.

Her heart ached.

Jungkook's anger still echoed in her ears — sharp, cold, and cutting. The way he had looked at her... like she had betrayed him. The way he had shouted at Jeongchan — too furious to see how scared his son had been.

The guilt gnawed at her.

But was it guilt?

She wasn't even sure anymore.

All she knew was something inside her felt painfully, achingly wrong.

Then — the sharp buzz of a phone vibrated against the silence.

Everyone flinched.

Namjoon, who had been sitting quietly until now, picked up his phone from the table. His brows pulled together as he answered.

"Hello?"

A pause. Then his expression changed.

"What do you mean by hospital?"

Y/N's fingers froze where they rested on Jeongchan's head.

Jin straightened from his spot by the counter. "What happened?"

Namjoon didn't respond right away. He just listened — his grip on the phone tightening, knuckles turning white.

"We're coming," he said finally, before ending the call.

Silence dropped again like a heavy curtain.

Namjoon looked around, his voice low but sharp.
"Jungkook got into an accident."

Y/N blinked, her mind struggling to process the words.

Jimin cursed under his breath. Jin ran a shaky hand through his hair, face paling.

Y/N's lips parted slightly. "Huh...?"

"He lost control of the car," Namjoon explained, more softly now. "They found him unconscious."

Unconscious?

Y/N just sat there for a moment, staring ahead as her heart dropped. Her fingers instinctively gripped Jeongchan's blanket.