psychopath | park jimin ff

doce

"kim haneul? what room is she in?" jimin asked, his breaths short and staggered, seeing as he ran from the parking lot to the entrance.

"oh, room 509 sir. she was just released from surgery," the nurse informed.

surgery? how bad was she beaten, jimin thought.

jimin thanked the nurse before running down the hall, eyes frantically scanning for room 509.

when he found it, he didn't hesitate to push the door open, his heart breaking at the sight before him.

haneul lay, nearly pale, in a hospital bed with the dreadful hospital clothing on. tubes and such were injected into her arm, which was connected to many different contraptions. a breathing tube surrounded haneul's mouth and nose, and the steady beeping of the monitor accompanied the silence.

"omo, haneul-ssi. you promised me," jimin gasped, tears pooling at the surface of his eyes. jimin hesitantly made his way to haneul's bedside, sitting in an offered chair.

jimin carefully picked up haneul's left hand, cradling it. jimin could almost feel how drained of life haneul was, which terrified him.

"this is all my fault, haneul. you did this because of me. i don't deserve the care and compassion and love you've given. i sure as hell don't deserve you," jimin cried, placing his forehead against the bed beside haneul's outer thigh.

jimin weeper to himself, the guilt pressing down on his chest causing more sobs.

jimin was crying so loud, he almost didn't notice the sounds of rushed footsteps enter the room.

however, he did hear the small gasps and sighs escape the lips of the people who entered. jimin rose his head and met the gaze of a flushed mint haired boy and saddened raven haired kid.

"who are you guys?" jimin asked defensively.

"i'm jeon jungkook. that's min yoongi. we were patients of ms. kim haneul. she helped set us free," jungkook shyly responded.

"who are you?" min yoongi asked, slightly out of breath.

"park jimin. i was also her patient. she helped me, like she did you guys," jimin replied, not bothering to meet their gaze.

"is she going to be okay?" jungkook asked, shuffling near haneul's bed.

"i don't know. i just got here," jimin shrugged.

the three boys sat in a tension filled silence. all three of them had  questions for one another, but none of them dared to ask.

the silence was interrupted when jin and namjoon shuffled inside.

"namjoon, you didn't say that it could be this bad," jimin cried out.

"i didn't know until now. jin, why didn't you tell me?" namjoon scolded.

"sorry. the doctor had told me of her conditions after i spoke with you. i figured i could tell you her progress when you all got here," jin sighed.

jimin took in jin's appearance: he too had the same hospital outfit on, a sling on his left arm, dark bruises framing his cheek bones and eyes, a butterfly bandaid on his left eyebrow 

it looked as if jin had gone through hell and back.

"so what's going to happen with haneul?" yoongi asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"she's going to be okay. she did lose a lot of blood, and she still has yet to gain consciousness but she is going to be okay," jin assured.

"and the people who actually did it?" jungkook asked.

"kim taehyung, unfortunately, died. lee hyuk is going to be gone for a long time for murder, an accessory to two different murders, and for tampering with evidence," jin responded.

"wait, what happened?" namjoon asked curiously.

"do you want to hear the whole story?" jin asked.

"we've got time, why not?" jimin sighed.

"okay, well it started with haneul coming to the station..."