Letter 15
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Taehyung
It was hard going to school and focusing on studies.
I couldn't get my mind off Y/N who had still not woken up after her surgery. It's been a whole week...
By the time it had been 2 weeks, I stopped going to school and started to feel depressed and suicidal.
"I lost Jimin... and I lost you. I can't bare the pain anymore." I would cry to sleep while repeating this constantly.
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And one day, I got a call.
It's been the third week and I had been receiving calls from the hospital, but it was nothing about Y/N, but the medical bills.
Today, I accepted the call after being hesitant, and the corners of lips curved up.
"Sir, are you the guardian of a patient named Y/N?" The voice on the other line asked.
"Umm... no but I'm her friend."
"Who is her guardian?"
"WHAT HAPPENED TO Y/N?"
"She woke up. We need the guardian-"
"I'll bring her with me!" I replied desperately as I hung up.
Soon, Y/N's mother and I were rushing to the hospital on a taxi.
When arriving, we thanked the taxi driver and entered the hospital, rushed.
We asked the front desk lady for Y/N's room number.
After receiving it, we ran down the several different hallways and entered her hospital room.
"Y/N?" Y/N's mother whispered when entering.
She was quietly sitting up on the bed and staring out the window at the cherry blossoms.
I smiled instinctively watching her peaceful figure.
She turned to look at us, looking at her mother who had called her.
"Do you need something?" She asked politely.
"Y/N... you're awake. You're alive and safe and healthy and.. awake in front of my eyes." I went to stand by her as her mother took the seat next to the bed.
"Y/N... I was so worried. Don't ever do reckless things again! You made me worry sick! We're so lucky to have you with us right now!" Her mother started to cry softly while grasping Y/N's hands.
"Sorry to ask... but who are you?"
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Moonchild // Kim Taehyung x Reader
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