"Be good for Noona now." I instructed. "If she tells me you misbehaved I'll be most upset."
"Okay, Eomma." Hoseok smiled sweetly.
"Are you all set?" A beautiful female asked. She had long brown hair, tied into a loose ponytail that came to her lower back, and sweet eyes. She was tall, and voice soft.
"Yes, Noona." I nodded. He turned back to the boys. "Be good for Aunt Hyejin, ok?"
"Okay." They chorused.
"I love you, don't forget that." I kissed their foreheads. "I'll be back as soon as I can. I love you."
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The drive to Seoul was quiet. There weren't many cars. I didn't put on the radio. I didn't want to. I felt so bad that Namjoon was hurt.
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I headed to the hospital. Once I was told where Namjoon was, I hurried to his room. I paused outside the door, hoping it wasn't too serious. I took a deep breath, and pushed the door mopen. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Namjoon was reading a book, mostly unharmed. "J-joonie."
He looked up at me. Eyes pricked with tears. He collected himself quite quickly. "What are you doing here?" Namjoon asked.
"What am I doing here?! I'm here because you were in an accident! I was worried sick. I couldn't sleep last night. I was so scared that I'd lose you." I broke down.
"I'm ba- oh. What's this?" A man walked in. He had black hair, slicked back. Cold blue eyes. "Seokjin? What are you doing here?" Hyunwoo spat.
"I'm seeing my husband." I reply.
"Oh, really?" He chuckles. "Last I heard, you'd kicked him out."
I felt angry, so I stayed quiet.
"Isn't that what caused the accident? He stayed in Seoul because he was scared you wouldn't want him home. So we went to a bar. You cried, didn't you Namjoon?" Hyunwoo smirked. "He said you'd kicked him out."
"Namjoon and I are fine. Now fuck off and let us talk." I spit.
"I don't feel comfortable being alone with you right now Jin." Namjoon whispered.
I bit my lip, trying my best not to cry. Namjoon kept talking. "I... don't remember a time when we were fine... I don't recall." He sighed. "I think we need a break... time away from each other." I noticed a tear slip down his cheek. "I can stay in Seoul for a while."
"What about our children?" I ask, quietly. "They're asking where you are. It's heartbreaking. Yoongi looks so sad. They all do..." that's when the tears start falling down from my eyes, running down my cheeks.
"I'll... I don't know Jin." Namjoon sighed. "Can you leave? Both of you?"
I nod, and walk out of the room. I lean against the wall. What do I do? Would Namjoon help out money wise? I can't support us with my wage. What would I tell the kids? I could ask Noona to stay over...
"Excuse me?" A man, in about his mid twenties asks. "I'm Namjoon's doctor, are you Kim Seokjin?"
"Yes."
"He should be okay. Discharged next week." His doctor said.
"Could you tell me exactly what happened? Please?" I ask slowly.
"Of course." Namjoon's doctor smiles. How could he be smiling? "He was picked up by an ambulance after being hit by a car. He was extremely drunk, and kept whispering people's names, who we assumed were family or something."
"Who's names?" I ask. Maybe he never forgot about his boys.
"Um... Yoongi... Taehyung... Jimin... Jungkook and... hose-"
"Hoseok." I let a breath go that I didn't realise I was holding.
"Yes. He kept saying he was sorry."
"Thank you." I whisper.
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"Eomma's home." I call out.
I was met by five boys, squealing and hugging me. I kissed their heads.
"Eomma..." Jungkook asked. "Where's appa?"
I broke. I let all the tears slip that I'd been holding. "He's not coming home."
"I-is he dead?" Yoongi asked, going pale and wide eyed.
"No. No baby. He doesn't want to come back to us." I whisper. They all cry. Hyejin walks into where we were, huddled Jonny the stairs. When I told her what happened last night, she smiled sadly.
"Oh Jin... I'm sorry."
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I cried writing this... I'm sorry
