Shock [BTS X Reader]

Chapter 14: Pressure

I wake up with blood stained sheets.

Not that kind of blood, thank God.

My knees must have been scraped pretty bad for them to bleed through the bandages the next day.

My head pounds.

An intense migraine washes onto me like a powerful ocean current.

I moan in agony and hold my head.

Someone knocks on the door.

"Are you all right, (y/n)? It's 5 in the morning... oh my god..." Jimin rubs his eyes, until he sees my situation.

"Is it that time of the month..." He asks awkwardly.

"No, pabo, look at my knees." I roll my eyes.

He sort of sighs in relief and comes closer.

"I'll take the sheets to the wash, then I'll grab more bandages." He says as he starts to pull apart my bed.

"Jimin?"

"Yes..?"

"Um... thank you for being such a motherly figure to me. I don't really know what other way to put it."

He smiles like an idiot and sits down on the bed. Before I knew it, he hugs me tightly and whispers in my ear.

"I'll never leave you to suffer on your own, I promise you that."

Jimin pulls back and looks me in the eyes.

I smile weakly and he picks up the bloody sheets again.

"I'll be right back."

*

My knees were barely strong enough to stand up after the bandages were changed. As gentle as Jimin was, my knees still feel like garbage.

I gather enough energy to change into fresh clothes, even though my migraine was still going strong.

Jimin sees my struggle to walk down the hallway into the kitchen and rushes to the rescue. He grabs my arm and places it around his shoulder.

I look behind me and see Taehyung, who is silently watching from the lounge room.

I sigh deeply and turn back to Jimin.

"What should I do..? After last night, things are very eerie. I don't know how I'm going to break the ice with this one..." I ask Jimin quietly.

"Run to him. It's what he wants." Jimin answers.

I wince as my knees almost collapse.

"How can you tell? If he's so jealous of Jungkook and I just being friends, wouldn't he hate my guts?" I ask doubtfully.

"He'd do anything for you (y/n), but he's scared. He thinks he could loose you in a snap because of Jungkook. He doesn't know what to do since he's so close with Jungkook, and he doesn't want to loose him either. He needs you like a heart needs a beat." Jimin says calmly.

I almost collapse, but this time, it wasn't from my knees.

Jimin instantly grabs the back of my knees and picks me up off the ground.

"Jesus Christ (y/n), do I need to call a doctor?" Jimin exclaims.

"No no, please, just... just..."

My head goes light, and knocks me out cold.

*

My eyes crack open, revealing an empty, blank white hospital room.

I rub my temple, noticing that my intense migraine had finally left.

Distant unfamiliar voices pass by.

"(y/n) passed out this morning from massive blood loss. She must be really talented to get such a deep wound from falling on a sidewalk." A man laughs.

I frown in humiliation.

"Hey. Don't make fun of her." A now familiar voice, scolds.

Pounding footsteps trail into my room and reveal the defending voice.

Taehyung stops in his tracks and his face goes blank.

"(y/n)... I-"

I swallow hard and look at my scuffed hands.

"I don't know if you know this, but we are the same blood type." He speaks up.

"Are you serious?! Is that what's important right now? Why the hell does that concern me after what's been happening-" He cuts me off.

He rolls up his sleeve and reveals gauze, taped across his wrist.

"You didn't let me finish. I gave you blood so you could live (y/n), so you could live."

He falls onto his knees beside my hospital bed.

"Taehyung... how much did you-"

"A lot." He whispers.

"Taehyung, oh my God..." I cry, rubbing my bruised hand on his.

I buzz the emergency buzzer and notify the nurses.

In a matter of seconds, doctors rush in and gasp at the sight.

They speak softly to each other and roll in a gurney. Two nurses pick Taehyung up off the floor and lay him onto the stretcher.

He lays unconscious, and is wheeled out the door.

I lay alone, loudly sobbing to myself.

*

A few hours later, doctors barge into my room.

"Kim Taehyung, which I am assuming you're close with, has indeed lost a lot of blood. However, he had just enough to maintain his consciousness in a matter of minutes. Of course, he gave just the right amount to you so that you could be restored. He is now in intensive care and being closely watched by our nurses. We are also giving him nutritional fluids so he regains his blood cells quicker. He will be all right soon enough." He says.

"When can I see him."

"When you're able to walk again. We need your new blood to mix in first, or else it won't take affect. Please wait another few hours before you go anywhere."

I nod slowly and feel my eyes becoming heavy.

As soon as he leaves the room, I doze off to sleep.

But a few minutes later, I wake up to Jungkook sitting down next to my bed.

"I'm sorry to wake you (y/n), but I couldn't help myself. I don't know what I would have done if you didn't wake up. I was so stupid not to run after you when things got intense after the concert. If I did, this wouldn't have happened..."

Jungkook takes my hand and I feel a tear land on the back of my palm.

His silent sob makes my heart so heavy that I feel it in my toes.

"I could have been there for you, but I'm too much of a coward (y/n). That's why Taehyung will always have you. He will always give you what you need. Taehyung has it all, the confidence, charm, heart, humor, persistence, loyalty, and I have none of that. I can't do everything for you like he can. As much as I want you so badly, I'm not what's best for you. And you know how much I want you to be happy. I will always love you to the ends of the Earth (y/n), but there's no way for me to express that without me being pressured by my inner demons. I can't just take you from Taehyung either. There's no way I can get around this, so here I am, confessing my love for you, but I'm only wishing to stay best friends, for your own sake." Jungkook sputters, crying as loud as ever.

I could have lost consciousness again right then and there, but from drowning in my own tears.