Slave To The Rhythm

Chapter 10

The sun was beginning to rise and the bright rays pricked his eyes. Jimin slowly opens his eyes, realizing it's morning. He sighs, thinking, he needs to get up. He needs to get up and mend. Needs to become the Jimin his mom knows and loves and wants to see happy all the time. 

He sits up, his body aching terribly due to the cold and the hard surface he slept on all night. He gets up stumbling, trying to straighten his sore legs and starts to trudge to the inside of the house. Walking over the broken glass he enters, only to scandalize Sophia who had just come out to see the glass and his terrible state.

"Young master! How did you end up breaking the door? Are you alright? Are you hurt somewhere?"
Jimin smiles sheepishly at Sophia.
"It wasn't me, don't worry. I'm just coming in..."
She apologizes and starts to clean. As Jimin started walking towards the staircase, he sees his mother come running down, looking like a mess. She was panicked and tears ran down her cheeks as she crashes against Jimin, hugging him.

"J-Jimin! How can this happen, no...! Hoseok... Hobi... H-he had an accident! He's in the h-hospital right now!"
Jimin felt like his legs would give away with shock as his eyes pop wide open. Hoseok had an... accident? It must be after he left in the car. He was out of his mind... all because of what he had said.
His mom jerks away from Jimin and holds him by his shoulders.
"Why are you so cold? You feel like ice! You'll definitely fall ill like this! Go take a warm bath, I'm going to the hospital."
She speaks, trying to control her sobs and be the strong woman her son could rely on. But Jimin was beyond listening. He turns to his mother,
"W..where is he..? I...I need to see him... Where is he?"
He asks his mom in a shaky voice, holding her hands.
"Jimin, you don't look good, go take a hot bath and rest, I'll take care of everything!"
Jimin nearly lost it, thinking it's a waste of time.
"Mom you don't understand! I..I need to see him! Please!"

His mom was a bit taken aback. When did they grow so close? But she felt glad. Glad that her son cared for his step father so much. She nods and takes him along towards her car and they get on.
"Hoseok was... driving under influence. I can't believe he did that, he's too careful a man to do so! A truck hit his car and... and..."
His mother starts to choke up as Jimin rubbed her back to calm her down, biting his lip to hold back his own and trying his best to control his tears that threatened to fall.
His conscience was killing him. He felt that he as good as hit Hoseok himself. He was the one responsible for all of this. He felt like he didn't even have the right to see him again but... he couldn't resist. He will just peek... he won't meet him. Meeting Jimin will just remind him of his words, words that he now felt were too harsh, too venomous. He regretted saying them, he could have said it better. But his anger, his damned anger wanted Hoseok to feel defeat, to feel a part of the confusion, the guilt and the pain that he felt... only the pain Hoseok felt ended up being much greater.
They finally reach the hospital and rush to the reception, only to find that he was still in surgery. They rush to the OT and wait there anxiously for any doctor to come out and tell them what's going on.

Darkness. That's all Hoseok saw. 

Numbness. That's all Hoseok felt. 

Silence. That's all Hoseok heard. 

He was lost in his own world, bordering between fantasy and reality. Between consciousness, and unconsciousness. His mind, however, was haywire. A million thoughts ran through his head. Where was he? What happened? Why did he feel dead inside? Before he could answer these questions, he heard a thump. Then another. And another following that. His heart. He could hear his heart. Slowly, he began to feel. His fingers felt cold, his torso slightly chilly. He could hear a constant beeping, very nearby. But what was it? His eyes fluttered open, meeting a dirty white ceiling. The beeping was clear now. Looking around, he noticed the completely white room. A hospital room. Of course. The beep came from a monitor beside him. Wires were connected to him from all directions, making him uncomfortable. He could feel it all. All but one thing. His legs. They were numb, almost non-existent. His breathing picked up pace, drastically as he threw his covers off of himself. The sight was scarring. There were bruises, scars, and lacerations all over his legs, yet he couldn't feel a thing. Why couldn't he feel his legs?!