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Chapter 29, yoongi

Chapter 29
Yoongi

The night air was sharp against my skin as I pressed the phone tighter to my ear, my voice low but strained.

"I told you this project can't wait until tomorrow! Do you even realize the pressure I'm under-" My words broke with frustration, the sound of my own heartbeat louder than the voice on the other end.

I barely registered what the person was saying anymore. My eyes were fixed on the dark road, my free hand clenched at my side.

And then-

"Yoongi..."

A faint sound. A voice. Not from the phone.

My breath caught, and I froze. Slowly, I turned.

There he was.

Jimin. Standing just a few feet away from me, his body swaying like a fragile leaf about to break from the branch. His face pale, lips trembling, his eyes half-open like he was fighting to stay conscious.

"Jimin-ah..." My phone slipped from my hand.

Before I could reach him, his lips parted again. "Y-Yoongi..." His voice cracked as he whispered my name, barely a sound, and then his knees buckled.

"No!" My scream ripped from my throat as I bolted forward, catching him just before his head hit the ground.

I cradled his fragile body against me, my heart hammering in terror. "Jimin! Baby, look at me. Open your eyes. Please, don't do this to me..." My voice broke as tears blurred my vision.

His lashes fluttered, but he didn't respond. His head lolled against my chest, frighteningly limp.

I patted his cheeks desperately, my tears falling onto his skin. "Wake up, Jimin-ah. Please, for God's sake, open your eyes. Don't scare me like this..." My voice cracked into sobs, but still, nothing.

Panic roared through me, burning my lungs. My shaking arms lifted him bridal-style, his body frighteningly weightless, as I ran with every ounce of strength I had toward my car.

I threw open the back seat, laying him carefully down, brushing strands of hair from his damp forehead. My hands trembled as I buckled him in as best as I could.

"I'm here, baby. I'm here," I whispered, my tears wetting his hand as I kissed it once before running around to the driver's side.

I didn't think. I didn't breathe. I only drove, my knuckles white around the steering wheel, the tires screeching against the asphalt as I sped toward the hospital.

I couldn't call Taehyung. I couldn't call Jungkook. I couldn't ruin their night with this nightmare. I couldn't let our families panic yet. Not until I knew what was happening.

By the time I burst into the emergency entrance, I was shaking so violently I could barely speak. Nurses rushed forward, pulling Jimin from my arms onto a stretcher.

"My husband-he fainted-he won't wake up! Please, help him!" My voice was raw with desperation as they wheeled him away, disappearing behind white double doors.

And then I was left alone.

My chest felt hollow, like my soul had been ripped from me. I sank onto one of the plastic chairs, burying my face in my trembling hands, waiting-praying.

Minutes felt like years.

Finally, the doctor emerged, his expression grim but calm.

"Mr. Min?"