Redamancy | Yoonmin.

Y O O N G I.

"Jimin... Hey, Jimin," I said in a loud voice, snapping my fingers in front of him.

"Mm.. What..?"

"You keep staring at me," I admitted, furrowing my brows.

"Oh," he blushed.

We all sat in the waiting room.

There were people walking in and out, to and from, side to side. His family had been contacted, Namjoon said. But they wouldn't be able to arrive until late tonight. Namjoon said his mother was bawling over the phone because nobody will tell us what condition he is in.

I had to speak to the police, too.

So did Hoseok.

The rest of the group was standing, their eyes glued to the hallway where they were told the doctor would probably come from to tell them his condition and if we can visit him.

I was the only one sitting. I sat with my face in my hands and my eyes squeezed shut. Nobody checked to see if I was okay, which I don't blame them. They probably all think this was my fault.

In a way, I shouldn't be acting like this. Maybe he only had a few cuts and scrapes and everybody is making this a bigger thing than it should be. Then again, people die from this.

Fuck, my heart hurt. I gripped at my hair and tugged at it, my breathing shallow. It should have been me. BTS needs Jimin more than me. This is going to set everything back.

I looked up right when a male in scrubs that was holding a clipboard came walking through the big double doors, making his way on over to the rest of the group. I thought it was best for me to get up too, to maybe hear what he had to say.

But I couldn't.

I couldn't get up.

So I just sat there and tried to read the male's lips.

Nothing.

I looked down and dug my dull nails into the palms of my hands, feeling my heart pick up speed and practically fall out of my chest. I couldn't even look up to see the reaction of the guys because that would just give it away.

I didn't want to know.

Hoseok came over to me, his hand firmly gripping my shoulder. I look up at him, and it's like he senses that I'm dying inside. The look on his face changed when he looked at my eyes, but maybe that was because the news about Jimin was just hitting him.

"The doctor said we can go see him, but only for a brief second," He said. I nodded as he helped me up, but I pulled away from him and stuck my hands in my pockets, my shoulders hunching. I could see him in the corner of my eye just staring at me but I started to walk and follow the other guys down that damned hallway and through the double doors. I didn't want to go in that room without knowing what happened, or what I was expecting to see, but that was my fault. I glanced over my shoulder at Hoseok and purposely slowed my pace down so it would match with his.

"I couldn't hear what the doctor said. What happened?" I asked, but Hoseok seemed to twitch.

"His car rolled down an embankment after completely missing a sharp turn. He's in a coma, right now, Yoongi."

My heart stopped.

Was I having a heart attack?

The walls were starting to close.

I was starting to stick to my clothes from the sweat.

As I looked foreword, I stopped walking, my hand desperately patting the wall beside me so I wouldn't fall. Hoseok had kept going, not knowing that I had stopped.

I couldn't do this.

I couldn't face looking what I did to him.

Why did I care, though?

I didn't care three years ago.

I cared about my career.

This whole entire time.

This...

Whole time.

I looked at the group, and then those double doors.

I ran.

I just ran right out of there.