Devoted to Secrets {Jimin x Reader} (completed!)

Prejudice

It has been a day that (y/n) is in the hospital. I don't know what to say when she comes back home, but I'm just certain all i'll want to do is be by her side and help her around in anything she may need. Its midday and I've cleaned up the house but (y/n)'s mother seems to have some kind of doubt against me. She has been acting very distant when she used to be so attentive. Then again, her daughter was just attacked and we have no idea who it was.

It angers me to think that someone had the intention of taking her life away. I'm certain she did nothing to deserve this. I wish I could see this murderer face to face. Murderer because even if she didn't die, his intentions were clear and that to me is enough. If I could get my hands on him, I would be the murderer.

I was sitting on my bed, lost in thought when I heard the house phone ring. I went down to get it.

"Hello?"

"Yes is this Mrs.(Y/l/n)? Mother of patient (y/l/n)? This is Doctor Reid."

"Oh, excuse me a second while I go get her."

"Yes of course."

I was hoping we would get good news from (y/n). Maybe she would be able to come home soon. Maybe even today! I knocked on (y/n)'s mother's study. "Mrs.(y/l/n) Doctor Reid from the hospital is on the phone. She asks to speak with you." I heard silence momentarily, then the door opened, revealing (y/n)'s mother. She didn't look so happy as she always is. I could imagine why.

She spoke with the doctor but I didnt listen in out of respect. I preferred for things to occur naturally unless she told me herself what the doctor had told her. My mother also spoke with (y/n)'s mom.

At dinner, I remained quiet and didnt move my eyes off the plate. I couldn't even imagine what a mother would go through in times like this and I didnt dare ask. Dinner went quiet but not awkward. We all had different thoughts, but all about the same person. The day felt so terribly long with all my thoughts surrounding me constantly. Who was this person who hurt her? Would he come back to do it again if he knew she's alive? I had so many questions and absolutely no answers.

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I woke up the next day with my thoughts around her again. She was the first thing in mind the second I woke up. I went downstairs after washing my face and brushing my teeth. The house was empty and felt colder than usual. Not in a literal way, but more figuratively. This house felt....hollow. Every morning, I would always hear her complaints stabbing through my walls as if no such wall existed. I heard her groans and self talks as she hurried for school. I always teased her for wearing one of her knee socks lower than the other. She was a mess all the time, but that always seemed to be what caught my attention the most. The fact that she didnt care about my presence to be who she is. She hated me even. She still does..

I sat on the kitchen table with a hot coffee in hand as I looked out the window. When will you come home? I saw (y/n)'s mother's car pull up into the driveway. The day was rainy and cold. My mother was on the passengers seat. I saw her too, sitting in the back seat with her head tilted down. (y/n)! I quickly set my cup of coffee down and went to the front door, swinging it open. "Mom! Open (y/n)'s bedroom door! I'll help her to her room," I said as I stepped out into the pouring rain. My mom agreed and went inside to do as I told her but as soon as my hand reached to the car door, (y/n)'s mother stopped me.

"I can help her Jimin. Thank you," she said coldly. I almost felt like she had something against me, but I didn't disagree with her. A mother only wants to protect her daughters from all harm. Its natural to want to be the only one to aid them. I did as she said and stood aside in case I was to help in any other way. (y/n) slowly came out from the car, clear as day that she was still weak and in too much pain. She kept her head down; her hair fell smoothly, covering her expressions. She walked incredibly slow and had one hand lightly covering her wound as her mother held on to her other hand, lending her extra support.