Coffee Shop Love || K.S. Fanfic

Chapter 10

Me and Jin lied in that same position for several minutes; his hand in mind, while we stared at each other. No words were said, we only exchanged happy looks. Jin then sparked up a conversation.

"Hey, the doctor said something about treatment or surgery for you. What was that all about?" He asked me, as he wore a curious look on his face.

"Oh, that," I sighed. "So... the night I left my ex, I guess I had broken ribs. Ever since then, my ribs constantly ached and I had pain there. The doctor showed me that I had bruises all around my torso. I need surgery to get them back in shape, it's not a problem." I assured him. He gasped.

"Are you serious?! All this time and you never told me about your aching ribs?! I would've gotten you treatment sooner! You didn't have to keep that a secret. You could've gotten seriously hurt!"

He scolded me for minutes. I wasn't listening to the scolding, but I did listen to the whole message of it. He cared for me... I was glad.

When he was done he took a long breath. He relaxed and I giggled softly due to my ribs.

"Just, next time you're in pain, please tell me. Okay Zoelle?" He asked me, a pleasing look in his eyes. I nodded. "Of course, Jin."

The doctor walked in and kind of interrupted our moment. I giggled at the thought.

"So, Ms. Pierce, we can begin your surgery now. We will finish in about five hours or so. If you're ready, we can begin." I was ready, but I didn't have enough money. I shook my head.

"I'm sorry, doctor, I can't get the surgery done. I don't have enough money. So I'm going to have to decline." I looked away. Jin stared at me, then the doctor.

"Doctor!" Jin called out, just as the doctor was about to leave the room. "I'll pay for her surgery! I don't care how much it is, just charge me for it. She needs to get well as soon as possible."

I looked at him in disbelief. I smiled and almost cried in happiness. The doctor nodded and called the nurses in. They moved my bed out of the room and away from Jin. Our hands slowly slipped apart.

I smiled at him as I was taken away from the room. I heard him ask the doctor if I'd be okay. The doctor guaranteed my safety.

They lied me down on a new bed in a different room. They prepared me for the surgery. I fell into a deep sleep.

Jin P.O.V.

     I fiddled with my fingers as I waited for Zoelle to be done with her surgery. She's been gone for about a couple hours now. I hope everything is going well.

     Just as I was in the middle of my panic attack, the boys entered the room. I sat up slowly.

     "Hey guys," I greeted them. They all walked up to me with huge smiles on their faces.

     "So..." Jungkook anticipated, "Zoelle just finished her surgery." I leaned forward and gasped.

     "What?!" I said, almost yelling. "What happened? Is she okay? Can I see her?" I was about to holler out another question, until Yoongi stopped me, clearly annoyed.

     "Yah! Slow down, hyung, she's fine. Why would we be smiling if she was hurt?!" I looked down and shrugged at his question. He shook his head and sighed.

     "Anyway, the doctors said she needs about a day to recover. Now that the surgery has been performed, she's fine." Hoseok explained.

     "Then why does she need a day to recover if she's fine?" I asked with curiosity.

     "Oh, well she isn't able to walk right now. She needs a day to recover from the surgery." Taehyung explained for Hoseok. Hoseok nodded. I looked down and nodded. I smiled knowing that she would be okay.

"Well, that's all we came here to tell you!" Jimin said, getting ready to leave. They all gathered up their things, and began to walk out. I then remembered an important question.

"Wait! Guys!" I called out to anyone listening. They all turned around. "What about Namjoon? Is he okay?"

They all shuffled a bit and seemed to have a sad look. No one wanted to talk, no one could. Yoongi stepped up.

"Namjoon might not make it." An eery silence filled the room. You could hear a pen drop. "We were just about to check on him."

I froze. I couldn't move. A wave of guilt and regret rushed over me. I thought of everything I did wrong, every bad thing I've ever done to him, things I could've done to change this outcome.

"We'll be leaving now. We'll tell you how he is," Yoongi said as he led everyone out. I saw tears in their eyes. I felt a sting in my own eyes. Yoongi was the only one emotionally capable of talking. He kept a straight face, but you could tell he was breaking down inside. We were all close to Namjoon.

I rolled to my side as I heard their footsteps echo through the hallway. The sound slowly disappeared. I felt tears fall from my eyes. I didn't mind it, nor did I even try to hold them back. I couldn't lose him, I couldn't lose Namjoon. It'd be all my fault. I couldn't live with that guilt.

     I just lied there and cried. I was in a happy mood just a couple of minutes ago, but now I was feeling pure sadness. The only other time I've felt like this was when Zoelle left me.

     I closed my eyes and thought about all the good moments and fun times I had with Namjoon.

     And before I knew it, I was asleep. Dreaming of Namjoon.