3 Lives (Vhope)

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   "Shit!" Jimin yelled as J-Hope went onto the stage and groaned. "We need to go up there!" A quick puff of fog went through the room and I noticed it wasn't the normal room, I haven't seen this room before. I started getting dizzy and Jimin plugged his nose. "MINORS! MINORS!" He screamed. There was ringing everywhere, but I watched J-Hope fall to the ground. I had a sudden whoosh of adrenaline kicked in and I ran to the stage picking him up, followed by Jimin and Yoongi.

   "Let me go," Hoseok whined banging my chest, "please let me go." He begged about to cry, "I want to stay."

   "Get him to the car!" I Yoongi yelled and I nodded caring him out. The air was refreshing and I put him in the backseat, this time Jimin sat in the back.

   He called a number again, "Jungkook...he was in the East room...he's unconscious...we're taking him home now...I-I failed at protecting h-him...okay bye," he hung up wiping away tears, he cares a lot for him. "I don't care who you know him as," he brought the crook of his elbow to his eyes still letting his mouth show, "J-Hope or Hoseok, he's still family. We should have been faster," he paused. "The drugs the East room gives you are strong, too strong for his body."

   I knocked on Jimin's door being greeted by Yoongi opening it, "come in."

   "Has he woken up?" I asked and Jimin shook his head, "we need to take him to the hospital."

Hoseok's P.O.V.

   "Is he okay?" I know that voice, its...V.

   "I'm afraid not, the drugs took control of his lungs," who's that?

   "What does that mean?" Mom said, "is my baby boy going to be okay?" She's crying, I can tell.

   "He should be, but he'll have to go through therapy for his lungs. For the first few months, he won't be able to breath on his own," the man said, "I'll give you sometime."

   I heard shuffling next to me and a warm hand on mine, "baby boy, if you can hear me. We'll make it through this."

   She kept talking for about 2 minutes then I heard more shuffling, "hey." V... "Its V, your 'boyfriend' from the tunnels," he said making me chuckle a bit inside as I heard his lips purse. "A-also your annoying seatmate Tae," what? "I know shocker right? I didn't know till we rescued you. Ah, like a cliché movie or something. Haha, honestly I didn't expect it either." He sighed, "please wake up, I don't care if you hate me. Your family misses you, I watched Jimin cry as we drove you home." I felt a strong grip, "just wake up."

Tae's P.O.V.

   I walked into the dance studio Hoseok loved, its been a week or two. The doctors aren't sure if he'll wake up, mom says all we've got to do is pray. I'm fucking tired of her saying that, we can't wait and pray. His family needs him now, especially Jimin. After the accident, I talked to his family more. They know what happened and our 'friendship', they were shocked at the beginning. They eventually understood after a while.

   "Hey," I smiled lightly at Jimin dancing, he's skinnier than the last time. "Yoongi's worried about you," he kept silent and I sighed, "Jungkook hasn't heard anything from you in days."

   "Let them worry," he wouldn't stop dancing, "is that all you came to say?"

   I sat down, "I'm saying bye. My mom heard what happened, about the tunnels. She's making me move back to Daegu." He seemed drained of life, "I want to stay-"

   "Its better if you leave, if you hadn't came, Hoseok wouldn't be where he is now. I'm sorry, but I think you should get going," he told me and I nodded sadly. He hated me a lot, who wouldn't? I caused his closest friend, cousin to be in a comma. He makes it sound like Hoseok is dead.

   I walked towards the exit stopping hand on the knob, "you make it sound like he's dead," I pulled the door open.

   "The second he took those drugs, he was gone."

  "You ready Taehyung?" Mom asked laying her hand on my shoulder.

   "I want to do one more this before I go," I told her and she nodded, "I'll be right back." I grabbed the letters I made for Hoseok's family and ran to the dance studio putting them in the mailbox. I walked back to the art studio and got in the car, I'm going to miss it.