COLD

30: N

Taehyung paced around in the hospital, in front of of the operating room. He bit his fingers, unable to stop fretting. Yoongi came running, two cups of water in his hands. Handing one to Taehyung, Yoongi took a few sips of his and placed it aside.

"Do you think Jimin would be ok?" Yoongi said in a low whisper. If he died, it would be his fault.

"Of course he would. He's a strong guy, he'll pull through."

The operating room's light turned off and the doors opened, nurses streaming out of it. A doctor came out, pulling off his gloves and mask.

"Are you Jimin's family?"

"No, but I'm his friend. And roommate." Taehyung replied, putting aside his drink.

"Well, Jimin's condition is pretty serious. He was stabbed, and it injured a number of important arteries. He lost a lot of blood; we just gave him a blood transfusion, but I suspect there might be a thrombosis in his brain cavity, pressing against his hypothalamus. He might not wake up from his sedation, so please be prepared."

Yoongi nodded slightly, shocked. As the doctor bowed and left, he felt that time had slowed down. Yoongi calling his name, the nurses pushing Jimin's unconscious body away. Everything was in slow motion. Tears dropped from his filled eyes and Yoongi fell to his knees, pouring everything out. Taehyung sat next to him on the floor, patting his back.

Jungkook turned the corner, sprinting. His shoes squeaked whenever they made contact with the floor. He finally spotted Taehyung and Yoongi and came to a stop. Seeing them all broken and sobbing, a pain stabbed wildly at his heart.

They looked up, noticing Jungkook.

"You!" Yoongi stood up, pointing a finger at him.

"Why did you leave him? You said you would take care of him, Jungkook! You said you would protect Jimin. You promised," Yoongig jabbed his accusing finger at Jungkook's chest, furious. But his anger quickly turned to sadness as he collapsed into his his chest, damping his shirt. He weakly punched Jungkook in the arm before hugging him. Taehyung smiled weakly at Jungkook.

"I missed you, Kooks."

Only one person called Jungkook Kooks.

"Jack?"

"I go by Taehyung now, but Kooks, where were you when Jimin needed you?"

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Namjoon stirred from his sleep, opening his eyes slightly. He could see a brown haired male sitting next to him, holding his hand.

"Seokjin?"

The male shook his head, pulling out a syringe out from his back. Inside the syringe was a strange metallic liquid.

"No, it's the last person you'll ever see."

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Suddenly, nurses and doctors ran past the three of them, dashing into a room.

"Isn't that... Namjoon's room?" Yoongi realised, panic settling in. The nurses pushed a bed out of the room, Namjoon moving spasmodically on it. They pushed him into the operating centre and closed the doors, but not before Yoongi grabbed one of the nurse's hand.

"What happened?"

"He started seizing, we're trying to save him now." The nurse hurriedly explained, shaking Yoongi off and closing the doors behind her.

"I hope nothing happens to him," Taehyung said, fiddling with his thumbs. "He was a good friend."

Seokjin stepped out of the walls and took Yoongi's hand.

"Where's Namjoon? I felt something happening to him." Seokjin shook him hard, panicking.

"He's in there, hyung. But someone poisoned him." Taehyung replied, pointing to the operating room. "Kooks, I'm going to get a bite, you wanna come with?"

"Okay. Yoongi, call me if there's any news about Jimin." Jungkook held Taehyung's arm, pulling him close. Attempting a weak smile, he rubbed his hair. "I missed you, Ja- Taehyung."

Yoongi and Seokjin watched as the two turned into a corner and disappeared.

"Do you think these incidents are happening because of me? I slept with Jimin, and now he might not even wake up." Yoongi picked up his drink and gulped it down. The guilt stinged him, it stinged him bad.

"I don't think it's because of you, Yoongi. Namjoon's here too, and you two didn't do it... Right?" Seokjin shot Yoongi a look. Yoongi raised his hands in a surrendering position.

"I wouldn't dare, Your Highness. Wait, hold on. How did Taehyung know he was poisoned? The nurse didn't tell us..." His voice trailed off.

"What do you mean?"

"I wish I'm wrong but, ever since Taehyung came into my life, all these things have been happening. Do you think-"

"Do I think he caused this? No, of course not. Taehyung's a nice guy. He wouldn't do that. I trust him." Seokjin patted Yoongi gently. He had a conversation with him before, he seemed like a proper guy, a suitable guy for your Yoongi.

A cheerful, happy guy that could bring anyone's spirits up. Perfect for Yoongi; a lazy, old sloth.

"Besides, maybe he was just guessing? It might not be poisoning. Anyways, let's check on Jimin, shall we?" Seokjin changed the subject.

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Jimin laid on the hospital bed, his frail and weak body looked lifeless, except for the frequent rise and falls of his chest. His eyes were closed but his mouth was slightly opened. Yoongi used his finger to push his chin up, but it would fall back down again. He let out a small chuckle, stroking Jimin's arm.

"Chim, I don't know if you can hear me, but Taehyung's Jack. He's my first love, Chim. And I want you to know even though I might get back together with him, I'll still have feelings for you," Yoongi exhaled, a weight falling off his shoulders. "I wish I didn't break up with you, I wish that I could had just stayed loyal and kept my dick to you. I wish that you'll wake up, and scold me for saying that."

Seokjin patted Yoongi's back.

"Don't worry, he's going to wake up," Seokjin pinched Jimin's cheek. "He's going to wake up, I'm sure of it."

Suddenly, a nurse knocked on the door, Seokjin and Yoongi turning their heads at the sound.

"Kim Seokjin? Is that you, sir?"

"Yes, I'm Seokjin," he replied. Yoongi noticed from the corner of his eye Seokjin's hand trembling against his side.

"Namjoon's blood has been contaminated with sliver, which we think he's allergic to. He's reacting quite violently to it, hence he requires an immediate blood transfusion. We just needed his guardian to be notified." The nurse explained. The colour drained from Seokjin's face and he nodded, turning away.

"Someone poisoned Namjoon. They knew what he was, how sliver can be deadly to Vampires. But who would do such a thing?" A tear hit Jimin's bedsheet, discoloring it.

"How did Taehyung know? That Namjoon got poisoned? Did he- no way. He was with me all the time. He wasn't even near him." Yoongi thought to himself. He didn't want to see his Taehyung as a cold hearted killer.

"He's going to die, Yoongi."

"It's just sliver poisoning, hyung. He'll recover."

"You don't understand!" Seokjin faced Yoongi, his eyes drowning in tears.

"Namjoon, he has this condition."