Redamancy | Yoonmin.

J I M I N.

"What are you doing?" Taehyung asked.

"Trying to listen to Yoongi in the shower," I admitted, ear pressed to the bathroom door.

"...... Do you still want my respect?"

You always hear stories about people going into a coma and waking up with the notion that they saw someone from heaven. 

I saw nothing. 

That's right, just pure black. It felt like I was sleeping, but at some point, I woke up. However, my eyes wouldn't open and my mouth wouldn't form words. 

When my eyes finally opened, the first thing I saw was him. He was crying so much. I hate it when he cried. He always looked ten times as broken as he usually did. 

Nobody told me how long I was under, but from what I gathered, it wasn't very long.

I was exhausted. I also felt numb. Yoongi had gone to get a doctor to say that I had woken up, but he never came back. The only people that kept coming in and out of that door was nurses, this doctor that I wanted to leave me alone, and my parents. 

Yoongi probably spotted my parents and then ditched. 

I just.. Wanted to sleep. 

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I slept for another three hours and when I woke up, the doctor told me he was surprised I wasn't more restless. If I was being honest, I was scared to move. I just wanted to curl up. There was no real damage done to my brain, I just might have some trouble remembering some faces and names from my past. 

I also didn't want to talk. I spoke to Yoongi and that was the last thing I said. I wonder if my name was on headlines, or what the other guys were doing. 

Letting out a soft sigh, I turned my head just an inch to see my mother in the chair, her eyes glued to the window. When she found out I woke up, she cried just as much as Yoongi. My father must have gone out to get them food. 

She looked tired, pale, withdrawn. 

"You're not putting yourself in danger again," she kept whispering to me. 

I didn't know what that meant but I just kept quiet. 

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Around 4:00 PM, the manager came in alone. I was almost hoping the guys would follow in after him. When he saw me, he had on this apologetic look to his face. Made me want to cringe but I still didn't want to move. 

"I know this might seem like a lot to you, Jimin, but I think it is best that when you do get better, you don't return to BTS. Your mom and I have been talking," he swallowed hard, "and we think that it is too risky at this point to put you in danger of increased publicity and constant paparazzi watch. So, you will return home. However, there is a catch. The boys will not know. They must not know. BTS can still go on but if they know the reason why you are not practicing and doing events with them, they will all destroy what BTS is and will be. They have been told that you can't remember them, can't remember what you did as a career. I must ask you don't keep in contact with them once you return back home." 

He did this on purpose. He knew I wouldn't move or talk so he took that advantage to unload all of this useless information on me. I curled my fingers into a fist, but soon felt my mother's hand rest on top of mine in a way to comfort me down. 

He bowed, said an apology under his breath, wished me luck, and then left. 

You've got to be kidding me.