[BTS] Rapmonster FanFiction

Chapter 2

My heart was racing as the elevator floor flickers slowly on the display.

Level 2...Level 3...Level 4....

"Ding, level 6." The calming voice of the announcer echoes in the elevator.

I brisked across the hospital corridors until I could see the room number 406. Without any hesitation, I slide open the door and entered the room.

The air was still and I could hear NamJoon's mother sniffing. I let a breath I never knew I was holding on to as I walk closer towards the small crowd of people around the bed.

NamJoon was lying on the bed unconscious, a bandage wrapped around his head and he had an oxygen mask covering his mouth.

"Thank goodness you're here!" NamJoon's sister exclaims as she looked at me happily. "The doctor said that Oppa is already out of danger...he..."

-Slaps-

Both his sister and father gasp; I felt a hot searing pain on my right cheek and I reaches to touch it with my cooling palm.

"How dare you show your face you despicable girl!" Mrs Kim rages and I was utterly shocked.

"Yeobo, how could you slap her? She is also astounded by the accident!"

"Eomma..."

My lips trembles as tear drops on to the floor of the room, making a tiny pit pat sound.

"She deserved to be slapped! If it is not for her, NamJoon would never have met with a car accident! My poor baby..." Her crying was too difficult for me to listen as I stood rooted to the ground.

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Back to reality

"Oh hey! BTS is on tv!" Irene voice snaps me back to reality and I wiped away my tears with my sleeve.

I turned towards the television hurriedly and true enough, NamJoon was rapping.

My eyes glued on to his face and I could not shift my attention away. Even when the camera shifted to the face of other members, I could not stop staring at NamJoon.

"Woah...of course...JungKook is still my bias! NOONA SARANGHAE!!!" Irene squealed excitedly and turned on her fan girl mode.

BTS are the last to perform for the program and their song, 'Run' won 1st place on Show Champion. Everybody congratulated them and there were confetti falling from the ceiling. The fans cheers are so loud and I nearly couldn't hear what NamJoon is saying.

A smile formed on my face unconsciously and I am surprised by my own feelings. My heart throbbed simultaneously and I could not contain my happiness.

I lay beside Irene on the mattress and stared at the dark ceiling. The event that happened in the evening was too much for me to handle.

What happened to NamJoon during those three years? Why do I feel so sad when he has achieved his dream and became a successful person? 

The thoughts haunt me and I drifted off to sleep.