Techni-Color | YoonMin

Chapter 31

I race through the apartment, Tae's worried voice calling out behind me.

"Jimin! Jimin! What's going-"

I slam the door shut, cutting his question off short. I sprint down the hallway, taking the stairs two at a time, my footsteps thundering through the stairwell. I throw open the door, my teeth gritting in pain as it collides with my shoulder.

No time for pain. Yoongi's the main priority.

Rushing through the lobby, I pull out my cell phone. I quickly dial Namjoon's number, placing the phone to my ear as it rings. It rings once, cutting off as Namjoon's deep voice greets me.

"Jimin?"

"Hyung! Where are you?"

"I'm at Jin's. Why do you sound so out of breath?" I hear a gasp. "Don't tell me Yoongi-"

"This is about Yoongi, hyung." I take a deep breath, trying to keep my emotions at bay. "He's hurt."

There's a second of tense silence before the line explodes, Namjoon's worried voice yelling at me.

"What do you mean? What happened? JIN COME HERE!" I flinch at his yell, pulling the phone back from my ear a bit.

"I don't know all the details. We were on the phone and-" I suck in a shuddering breath. "And then suddenly someone else was on the line, telling me that they were calling an ambulance for him."

I race down the street, weaving through the crowds of people as Namjoon relays my story to Jin. The phone clatters and Jin's voice comes through the line.

"Did they say what hospital they were taking him too?" I tell him the hospital. "Okay, it's closer to you but we'll be there as soon as possible okay?" I nod before realizing that he can't see me.

"Okay. I'll see you then."

"And Jimin?" Jin's calls softly, stopping me from hanging up.

"Yeah?"

"He'll be okay. Yoongi's the strongest person I know."

The emotions I was fighting surge forward, tears breaking free from my eyes to trail down my cheeks. I think about Yoongi and all the hardships he had to face: the colorblindness that was shoved on him for something he didn't do, the loneliness he tries so hard to hide from everyone.

"Me too," I say, my voice thick with emotion. I wipe my hand across my cheeks, wiping away the traces of my tears.

"Good. Namjoon and I are leaving right now, so we'll see you soon, okay?"

"Okay."

There's a soft click as he hangs up. Sliding the phone back in my pocket, I think back to what Jin said about Yoongi being okay.

He deals with so much already. Will this be the last straw? Will this be what finally breaks him?

I shake my head, pushing the thoughts away. I had to stay positive. Yoongi would make it through this, there's no way he wouldn't.

I keep running, pushing my legs harder as the hospital appears in the distance. The sun glints off the windows, taunting me. Anxiety builds in me as my feet pound on the concrete, each step bringing me closer to uncertainty.

I slow as I approach the front doors, taking a deep breath to try and steady my racing heart. The doors slide open as I approach them, my eyes darting around the sterile-looking lobby until they find my destination. Picking up my pace, I walk up to the information desk. The woman seated behind the desk makes no move to acknowledge my existence, her nails clicking obnoxiously against the screen as she types on her phone.