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"The doctor said that Taehyung's rehabilitation period would be six months," Namjoon announced to everyone. Everyone's reaction was the same, shocked. "Half a year?" Jimin said, not believing it. Namjoon nodded. "He also offered mental therapy for Y/N," He said, with a dissaproving smile. "Wow, Y/N has issues," Yoongi said, sarcastically. You held your heart with a dramatic face. "She will never get over this!" But would you wondered if you actually couldn't ever get over it. "The trauma!" Jimin joined. "Guys! This is serious!" Jin corrected. "What about our future concerts? Will he be able to participate in at least one of them?" Jimin suddenly asked. "The doctor said he would be let out of the hospital in a wheelchair a month from now along with strict rules. After two more months he would upgrade to crutches. Then three more months he'll be fine," Namjoon explained. "He might be a little light on his leg, so he can only do the easier choreographies. Once he adapts he'll be just where he was before all of this happened," He said. "Does Taehyung have any infections?" You blurted out. "No, luckily someone spotted you and Taehyung and called the ambulance, which was only a few blocks away." I mentally punched my for losing my phone. "Who's the person? I really want to thank them," I said. "Her name is Viki, she's at her workplace right now," Namjoon explained. I nodded.

"How about we all try to get some sleep and relieve some stress," He suggested. Everyone silently agreed. "Where?" Jimin asked. Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean 'where'? At our dorm," He told him. "I'm not leaving our Taehyung," Jimin refused, shaking his head. Namjoon looked at him for a second. "We'll sleep here tonight then, if we can find beds," He answered. "I'm sure they'll let us."

The time was now 9:16pm as I walked into Taehyung's room. He sat in a casual position, reading a book on his bed. Taehyung looked up. "Hey," He said, smoothly. I sat down with him. "Miss me?" Taehyung asked. "Every second," I replied without a tone. "Is that sarcasm, or serious?" He questioned. "I'm not sure myself," I answered.
There was a moment of silence. "I'm really sorry..." I said. "For what?" Taehyung didn't take his eyes off the page. "If I had respected your privacy and left the hotel then you wouldn't be hospitalized," I explained. "It's not your fault," He debated. "Its that shooter's fault for messing with the wrong people," Taehyung said. "About that, do we have any leads?" I asked. He shrugged. "All I know is that I was shot and you weren't." I could see him smirking. "Why are you so happy?" I said. "You ruined the mood." Taehyung's eyes drifted back to mine. I looked to the side, scoffing. "Y/N," Someone called from the door. It was Jin. "What's up?" Taehyung answered. He gestured me to leave the room. I frowned. Taehyung seems better when he's with me these days. My hand brushed against Taehyung's as I got up to leave. Before exiting completely I mouthed goodbye with a short smile. The smile was returned. The purest smile since the incident.

I tossed and turned in the temporary bed at the hospital. It didn't feel right. "Y/N, are you okay?" Jimin asked, with a hint of annoyance. "Why can't I sleep in the same bed as Taehyung?" I answered without thinking. "Woah, what?" I face palmed. "Are you guys dating without us knowing or something, like what was that, Y/N?" Jimin asked. "I'm just..." I looked for words describing how I felt. "I'm...shook?" He sighed, I knew he was smiling. "Even though it's the middle of the night," Jimin started to say. "Go check on him." I was up before he even finished.

I creeped towards his room, across the hall. Sighing, I opened the door as quietly as I could. In the dark room, I could hear a soft sniffle. I covered my mouth with my hand. Taehyung was crying. At this point I was frozen, should I leave him...? No...that wouldn't make sense. It wouldn't leave him in peace, he'd be crying still. I couldn't bare to seem him cry. Well, I couldn't see him cry, but I could hear him.

I crawled over to his bed, straining my eyes to the best visibility. "Y/N?" He whispered. I quietly hummed in response. It's probably just a nightmare, I thought, because he didn't reply. I continued to climb into the bed. Once I was comfortable, I shut my eyes. But I heard and felt Taehyung shifting his place to face me. "Why'd you come?" He suddenly asked. "It didn't make sense to stay in the other room..." I answered. "Did you think I was lonely?" He whispered. "Y-yeah...maybe. It didn't feel right to sleep in a bed." I could see him tilt his head. "Isn't that what normal people do...sleep in a bed?" Taehyung said. "I've just gotten used to sleeping on the floor, with someone next to me..." I told him. "Me?"
"But why?"
"I don't know, but what I do know is that I made the right choice to do so," He said. I sighed, hoping it would release some stress. I couldn't help but to smile, and close my eyes.

I sat on a hospital chair, deep in thought. Jimin and Jungkook walked over to where I was seated. "You look traumatized," Jimin commented. Jungkook elbowed him. "She probably is." I looked up. "She told me she was shook last night."
"I'm wondering what'll happen to me when all the fans find out..." I explained. "They already know, it's a disaster," Jimin said. "Crap." Jungkook smiled and sat down next to me. "I feel like BigHit is going to sue me," I gulped. "This is so stressing!" I put my hands to my forehead. "Don't worry, we'll make sure that no money of yours is gonna be taken away by our company," Jungkook comforted. I slid down my chair onto the floor. "What about the person who shot him...?" Jungkook looked away and Jimin rubbed the back of his neck. "We have no idea," Said a voice from the corner. It was Yoongi. "The police are on it though." He sat down on the seat next to me and handed me a croissant without looking. I covered my smile with my hand, taking it. "Why didn't you get us one, hyung?" Jimin, who now sat next to Jungkook, said. "Because you don't deserve it," Yoongi replied. I ripped mine into four pieces and gave two to Jungkook and Jimin. "Y/N can you count? That's four pieces," Jimin said. I got up and headed to Taehyung's room without a word. "Jimin, when will you learn to shut up?" I heard Jungkook scold him. "You have no right to tell me that!" Jimin and Jungkook's argument faded I walked into Taehyung's room.

He was reading the same book from before, but I couldn't see his face. "Taehyung...?" I called. "Hey..." Taehyung said, keeping his face in the book. "Are you hungry?" I walked over to his bed. He hummed in response. Taehyung was obviously deep into the book because he avoided eye-contact with me. It was...suspicious. "Yoongi gave me a croissant, here's a piece," I said. He took it without looking. It concerned me. "Are you okay?" Taehyung tightened up. He hesitantly lowered the book to reveal his face. It was red and puffy.

"Have you been crying?"

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