To Busan and Back || YoonMin

-Chapter 24-

JAKE STOP READING MY STUFF

-Yoongi POV-

"See you later, Jisoo," I said as I kissed her lightly on the cheek. Blushing and smiling - she was so cute - she walked away. Making my way to my next class, fifth period, I thought about how my mind was finally clear.

It all began and ended in my mind. What I gave power to, had power over me. But I'm free from the chains of my heart, finally. Two years with my girlfriend, Kim Jisoo, had helped a lot. Like a huge cancellation of love.

Now I could forget about Jimin. Finally. He'd made it so hard before. Everything he did, everywhere we went reminded me of him. I couldn't rid my mind of his bright happy face.

I stopped feeling guilty. About leaving Jimin. He left me before, so why should he care? But what I did hope was that he was all right wherever he was. My heart starting aching.

Shaking it off, I continued walking to math. Coughs escaped my lips, and blood splattered across the white floors. Limping, I continued on, determined I was okay. This couldn't be happening again.

Multiple lung collapses attacked me ever since I came to the school. A collapsed lung occurs when air escapes from the lung. The air then fills the space outside of the lung, between the lung and chest wall. This buildup of air puts pressure on the lung, so it cannot expand as much as it normally does when you take a breath.

When I started dating Jisoo, her brother punched me really hard in the rib cage to protect her. I guess he thought that I was taking his little sister away from him. I wasn't mad though, if I had a sister to protect I would do the same.

More blood gurgled out of my lips and I collapsed onto the ground, panting, trying to get air back into me. How was this happening again? The answer formed in my head all of a sudden. Jimin.

A sin. I thought it was over. I thought I was finally safe from him. I needed the nurse. How was he still haunting me. I staggered to her office, my feet dragging across the pavement. Everyone was gone to their classes.

Help me. I held in my tears. Was anyone going to help? Was I going to die like this? My tears fell. I heard footsteps rush towards me. Jisoo.

She brought me in her warm arms. It didn't want them though. Pushing her away, I tried to scream, "Leave me alone!", but coughs broke my words. I wanted Jimin. I wanted my old life. More tears streamed down my face. I wanted it so bad it hurt.

And now I was going to end it all. I didn't want to die. I crumbled into a tiny ball and tried to accept my fate. Jisoo took my hand. Then fires engulfed us before I knew it.

"Run!" she screamed, pushing me up. I wanted to fall again, but I rocked back and forth towards the front door. The flames were following me, swallowing up everything in its path. I turned my head back. I couldn't breath, and the strain hurt my lungs and head. My girlfriend was there, eaten by the fire. Her face slowly charring, the flames slowly melting her skin.

She was dead. Other students littered the halls. I collapsed onto the front doors, they pushed open and I fell onto the soft grass. My vision was blurry and all I could hear and see was everyone alive crowding around me, and sirens blaring closer and closer.

Then everything went black.

- - - - -

"...move back to Daegu..." "...surviving students.." "...young girl and hundreds of others dead.." "...he might not make it.." "...really bad this time..."

I opened my eyes. Everything else hurt, and all I could do was stare at the ceiling.

"You're awake!" The doctor taking care of me sounded relieved and a bit scared.

I kept on staring at the ceiling, letting out short breaths. I could finally breath.

"Listen, Suga." The doctor clasped his hands together. "You might die."

Way to take it slow. I sighed, coughing in the process. I was prepared for this.

"But the chances are, you will most likely live. I don't know why you're lungs keep on failing like this. Are you...going through any hard life changes?"

If only he knew.

I continued staring at the ceiling. The doctor sighed. "I'll bring you to counseling tomorrow when you feel better." Then he left me all alone.

The stench of the room filled my nose - baby powder and blood. I curled up into a little ball, trying not to prick of the needles in my skin. I didn't cry though. Going through a lot makes a person tough.

My girlfriend and lifelong friend was dead, my crush was in Daegu, my dad and mom were dead, my school burned down, and I don't know what happened to my brothers.

All because I went to Busan.