Unrecruited Love

Chapter 1

Taehyung POV

I ran into the hospital building, pushing past everyone on my way. my heart was racing so fast as if it's gonna jump out of my chest. tears were forming in my eyes as I anxiously look for the room on the VIP floor. finally, from afar, I spotted namjoon hyung leaning against the wall, one of his hands reaching his face to brush of the countless tears. I walked up to him as he looked up.

"Taehyung-ah, finally you're here". he was trying to form a smile to give me comfort that everything is ok but failed. "Where is he, hyung?" I asked trying to hold my tears. He looked to his side at the door next to him, "he's there". I walked up to the door, hesitating to go inside thinking am I ready to face this.

I walked into the dim lighting room. the machine next to the bed beeped in rhythm as I got near the bed. the person lying on the bed breathing heavily through the oxygen mask. I took his hand in my palm.

"Jimin-ah" I whispered.

I couldn't hold my tears anymore, as it gushed through my eyes. I'm staring at my best friend, more like my brother to be exact, laying down on the hospital bed. he was my #1 supporter from day 1, he was always by my side, helping me through struggles, encouraging me to keep going in life, to be happy. he always helped me out and now looking at his still body breathing in and out, bruises everywhere in his body, I didn't know what to make of this situation.

I felt helpless like I was a worthless friend because part of me regretted leaving him that day even though I knew things weren't going too well for him. if only I was here to protect him, be there for him like he was there for me.

*FLASHBACK*

I was in the midst of packing my bag to go to France for my photoshoot. Even though i'm part BTS, i also work as a model for GUCCI. suddenly my phone starts ringing. I looked at the caller ID. it was Jimin-ah. I eagerly picked up his call and greeted him. "jimin-ah, what's up!", I said cheekily. instead of the happy-go-lucky response, I was expecting, he gave me the most nonchalant response I've ever heard from him. "nothing much", he said. I instinctively asked "Yahh! jiminipabo, what's wrong?gwaenchanh-a?" jimin didn't answer for a few seconds and then he answered " ya, I'm fine, dont worry about me" I didn't find any truth behind his word, but decided to let it go. now that I think about it I should've pushed him to share with me.

"jimin-ah how are you and yoongi hyung? didn't you guys say both of you going on a picnic?" I asked excitedly. " hmm, i guess we are not going since he's busy with his work producing songs and stuff" jimin said in a low tone. i felt bad so asked jimin to join me but he declined. " sorry tae tae i don't feel good, i rather stay home, you go and slay them all with your GUCCI swag." i laughed and so did he. " Areasyo, areasyo i'm going" we talked for a little and decided to cut the call.

the next day I left Seoul. the plane ride was bearable I think. when I finally reached France, the airport was swarming with fans screaming my name. I'm usually calm with fans surrounding me this time I felt off. jimins call from yesterday was still bothering me. I decided to force down the thought to the back of my head and focus on my upcoming photoshoot. ill make myself known as the Gucci boy after this.

the photoshoot went great. I decided to ask the photographer to send some pics to me so I can show it off to jiminie. as I pull out my phone I see the countless twitter mentions, Instagram notifs and a missed call from jimin? the weird call from yesterday came rushing back to my head. I worriedly pressed the call button and waited for him to pick-up, but all I got was his sweet voicemail that goes "annyeong, this is jiminie aka the cuuuutest mochi, if im not answering right now, I'm probably making out with yoongi teehee, leave a message!". I decide to not call him again if he might be busy so I decide to hit the tourism spots since I'm already here in le Paris. I went back to my hotel and packed my necessities to go to the Eiffel tower. I need to make sure I snap some good pictures to make jiminie jealous for not coming with me.

I took my sweet time to come back to the hotel as I decided to stock up on souvenirs from the shops. I picked out this pair of matching bomber jackets for yoongi and jiminie and I know for sure they are gonna look goals in it. after I made the purchase and was heading back to my car, suddenly I saw this crazy fan who was rushing to my presence. I swear it looked like she was gonna headbutt me so I made a run for it. I kept running until I went into an alleyway to catch my breath." thank god, I hope that crazy girl isn't chasing after me anymore. I check my surroundings one last time and call it safe and start heading back to my car. Just when I thought I lost her, I see the girl again, same clothes and everything, except this time she had her hair up. I decided to not take any more chances and called the police that was walking on the sidewalk and I used my broken French to let them know there was a crazy girl chasing after me. even though i watched from a far distance, it seemed like this was a different girl when they caught her and taking her away. I was about to tell them it's not her but namjoon hyung called, so I got in my car and picked up the phone.

"hyung, how are you?" I said excitedly. "taehyung....ji.....mi...." hyung voice seems like it was breaking. "what? hyung i can't hear you speak up!" I told him. "taehyung-ah.... jiminie got... in..to a car...accident and.... getting a surgery at this moment" my heart dropped into a million pieces when that sentence left hyung mouth, I stepped on the gas and drove off furiously.

FLASHBACK ENDS*

I was sitting next to jimin, constantly praying for him to wake up. I want to pretend this is a bad dream but every second jimin breathes, makes this whole situation the worst reality of all. Suddenly someone barges into the room calling jiminie's name. I looked behind to find the owner of the voice and it was none other than yoongi hyung.