apartment + kth

t-wentynine

three years later

i was feeling pretty lonely. over the three years, taehyung and i weren't able to see eachother like we used to when he worked at my hospital. we were both working hard, and almost finished our residency. our relationship was strong though, which made me happy. hoseok, taehyung, minji and i had planned a trip to jeju island. i had slept over minji's house and we were driving to the airport to meet taehyung and hoseok. i was so excited.

"i can't wait to get to jeju. work has been so hard, we're so lucky we even managed to all get leave at the same time." minji groaned as we sat at the back of the taxi.

"i know right." i sulked back. i felt my phone vibrating in my backpack and went to answer the call from hoseok.

"hyori," his voice was rough, and in panic. i gulped.

"what's wrong?" minji's attention turned to the phone as she sensed something was wrong and i  tried to stay positive, trying to not think too much of it.

"taehyung-" he couldn't speak and muffled sounds was all that processed through my mind. 

"what is it? hoseok?!" he wouldn't speak, but i heard him whimper, and then i heard sounds of people loudly moving and talking in the back. it was the familiar sound of the hospital. i quickly asked the taxi driver to turn back to the hospital. 

"it's my fault. i was on the opposite side of the road from taehyung and i didn't look while crossing-" hoseok struggled to explain. "a truck was coming my way, but i was distracted. taehyung, he- he ran across and pushed me out of the way and jumped to get out of the way but another incoming car hit him. he's just lucky he wasn't hit by the truck." i could hear his voice filled with guilt but i comforted him and told him that taehyung would be okay but as soon as the call ended, i couldn't breathe. it felt that the universe was against me. 

why take away the most precious thing from me? no, he isn't even dead yet, he won't die. he'll be fine. breathe.

minji calmed me down as sweat trickled down my forehead anxiously. we were only about 30 minutes away, but it felt like an eternity. as soon as the taxi got to the hospital i rushed to the intensive care unit where i saw hoseok standing at the foot of a bed. the curtain covered taehyung, i took hesitant steps towards him. my eyes followed the breathing tube in his mouth to see his face, lifeless and almost dead. i quickly walked over to him and put my hands on his cheeks. 

it had finally hit me, the fact that i could lose him. tears welled in my eyes and minji hugged me while i cried softly, trying to not let taehyung hear me in his coma state. i saw the chairman, hoseok's dad approach me. he hugged hoseok who looked gaunt and then pat me on the back telling me that he would wake up soon enough. i really did hope so. 

i felt lightheaded and stepped out of the ICU ward with minji who convinced me to get something to eat, but i didn't end up eating much. 

"hyori. it's okay. i promise you, it'll be okay." i found it hard to trust her words but i did. we made our way back to the hospital, and as we were approaching taehyung's bed which was covered by curtains, the lights all switched off. i heard a few gasps in shock and a lot of commotion. i though it was a blackout, and i was expecting the power to go back on from the backup generators, but they didn't. and all of a sudden i remembered that taehyung was being supported through a machine. i ran to get a breathing pump knowing taehyung was unconscious and couldn't breath by himself. i searched through the dark storage room, and found one and quickly made my way to taehyung again, quickly opening the curtain in distress. was i too late?