Redamancy | Yoonmin.

Y O O N G I.

"Can you play this for me?" Jimin asked, sliding beside me as I played the piano. I looked over at his hands that had sheet music in it. As I took it from him and set it in front of me, I studied it and then nodded. "Yeah, sure," I said but then he stopped me before I could set my fingers on the keys. "Teach me, instead," he commanded, his body sliding in between my legs and his hands resting on top of mine.

He always wanted to play piano like me.

"When you get better, I promise to teach you. You'll be great. Better than me," I choked out in a sob, my chin tucked into my chest as I squeezed my eyes shut, but that didn't stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks and dripping off my chin.

My head shot up when I heard voices, my hand pulling away from Jimin's. I knew a nurse was aware that I was here, but I didn't want to be caught by his parents or even the group. My vision was still blurry and the voices were right outside the door. I quickly stood up and looked over at the bathroom, rushing into it and turning off the light, sliding my slender body behind the door but keeping it open so it would be less obvious that someone was in the room.

"I'm taking the restraints off," said one voice.

"Why?" said another.

"It's not likely that he'll wake up for awhile. We won't need to insert a feeding tube because it seems he takes the food pretty well which is the only upside to this. However, I wanted to take the breathing mask off and insert a nasal cannula. "

"Is that this right here?"

"Yeah, can you hand it to me?" The voice asked.

I peeked through the crack, being able to see that his hands had become free and the oxygen mask was removed. His face looked sunken in and yellow. The tubes were inserted into his nose and it looked like the doctor was just playing with a lifeless doll. He had removed the sheets for a brief moment and I caught a glimpse of the deep bruise that was on Jimin's thigh. It made me cringe and the tears were brought back to my eyes. The doctor fixed Jimin's gown and then covered him up again. The other person looked like a nurse but she was probably in training because she seemed clueless to what the doctor was doing.

"How's his head?" she asked. I watched the doctor hesitate which made my heart scream inside my chest.

"It's hard to tell right now. I don't believe he'll have a hard time getting into the swing of things like eating, getting dressed, doing everyday things. However, he might not be able to dance or remember faces all that well. It all depends on when or if he wakes up if he'll be able to walk on his own."

My head rolled against the wall I was pressed up against, my eyes blinking shut.

I did this to him. If I hadn't let him walk out that door, he wouldn't be in that bed.

I possibly ruined BTS forever.

It was probably all over the news.

To self: Don't go on social media for awhile.

The doctor and whatever the fuck she was left, so I came out from behind the door and very quietly walked over to the bed again. This time, I didn't sit down.

I could see a lot more of his face now and it just looked... Broken. I let my fingertips ghost up his arm until they reached the sleeve of his gown. I then moved my hand to cup the side of his face, my thumb caressing his soft skin.

"I wouldn't blame you if you hated me for the rest of your life," I whispered. I didn't know how long the rest of his life was. I didn't know if he'd even remember me when he wakes up.

He will wake up right?

My bottom lip trembled as I bit back a sob, shaking my head as I looked over his face.

"I love you so much, I'm so sorry, Jimin," I blurted out loud, my free hand going over my mouth because I didn't want to make any noises from crying that was any louder than my actual voice.

I just wanted to pick him up and hold him, kiss him, hear him laugh, and hear him talk. I didn't want to leave, but his family would be here any moment. I took in a shaky breath and removed my hand from my mouth, leaning down and letting my lips press against his forehead.

When I stood back up, I looked over his face and my heart just about stopped.

His eyes were open and staring right at me.

"Oh my god," I muttered, stepping away from him for a moment but his eyes followed me. I didn't know whether to take this as creepy or a miracle, but my hand had found its place on my mouth again and I found myself growing weak. I dropped to the chair and let out the ugliest sobs that I had ever made in my life, but Jimin's eyes were still on me when I looked at him.

"You're awake, oh my god, you're awake," I choked out, "Do you know who I am?" I spoke behind my hand which I didn't know if not only him, but anybody could understand from how much I was crying. I didn't even know if he could talk.

"Even if I did forget who you were, I'd fall in love with you all over again," Jimin mumbled in a hoarse voice.