save me | kim taehyung

5. Let Me Know

Jimin's POV

I felt someone squeezing my hand which was why I woke up. I slowly opened my eyes, adjusting to the brightness of the morning. I looked at my hand and remembered how I had slipped mine into Krystal's last night. She unconsciously squeezed my hand, harder and harder every passing minute. Is she okay?

Krystal's POV

"I'm really very sorry... But they won't be able to make it..." 

"No... There's got to be some other way!"

"There must be!" 

"I'm sorry but there isn't any other way. The injuries were fatal; they definitely won't be able to-" 

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep

"...make it. We're truly sorry," 

I immediately awoke and sat up on my bed, panting heavily and unknowingly squeezing the life out of Jimin oppa's hand. Jimin oppa's hand. I looked at our hands and he immediately let go of mine.

"Mianhae," he mumbled. Awkward silence filled the room, my panting being the only sound heard in the silence. "What happened?" 

"I had this nightmare of eomma and appa passing away..." I began. "I know it's just a nightmare but it felt so real..."

"That's because it is..." Jimin oppa said. I looked at him, surprised at his words.

"Oppa, m-mwo (w-what)?" I said, unknowingly stuttering. What was he thinking, telling me my mother and father passed away?

"It's true, Krystal. Yesterday they-" I didn't let him finish what he was saying because I was up and running towards my parents room. I frantically knocked on the door.

"Eomma! Appa!" I continuously called for them, getting silence as a reply. "Eomma! Appa!" Still no reply. I then decided to open the door only to see no-one there. No-one. Jimin oppa was speaking the truth. My nightmare wasn't just a nightmare... It was reality. 

I then proceeded to Yoongi oppa's room, almost tripping over myself as I ran. I stopped right outside his door and was about to recklessly knock it down but my hand stopped centimeters away from it.

"... I'm not your oppa." 

All the events of last night replayed in my mind, the 4 words that Yoongi oppa uttered being the most traumatising. Tears threatened to fall again and I gave in, letting them stream down my cheeks and allowing my legs to become feeble, causing my body to collapse to the floor. Why? Why me? What did I do to deserve this? 

Jimin oppa was by my side in no time, serving as comfort and support for me. I was confused, unable to understand what was going on and why the world was playing with my emotions. My head began throbbing once again, the intense heat returned and the feeling of weakness overtook me; I tried to stand up but I couldn't. I guess that the weakness only returned after I ran to my parents and Yoongi oppa's rooms because I was so focused on the situation that my body itself forgot that it was supposed to be feeble. I put my arm over oppa's shoulders for support and he walked me backed to my room, helping me place myself on my bed.

Jimin oppa suddenly perked up, as if he had just remembered something. He reached for a small plastic bag on my desk and got out some medicines. 

"Here," he handed me a pill and a glass of water (let me inform you that in reality, I take syrup because I cannot swallow them f*cking pills although I'm old enough to and should be doing so - someone tell me I'm not the only one). "Your medicine." I looked at Jimin oppa.