Techni-Color | YoonMin

Chapter 32

The first thing I become aware of is the beeping, the steady sound almost lulling me back to sleep.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

My mind wavers, fading in and out of consciousness. I try to focus, to keep from sinking back into the comfort of sleep.

Wake up. Wake up. I need to answer Jimin...

At the thought of Jimin, my mind clears a bit.

I was on the phone with him... then-then... what happened? 

The memory rushes back to me: leaving Hoseok, calling Jimin, the pain in my stomach, the darkness that overtook me.

Where am I? What happened?

I try to open my eyes, but they feel like they're glued shut. I try once again, a sliver of light stinging my eyes as it breaks through the darkness, only to be shut out again as exhaustion overtakes me, pushing me back into the darkness.

Third time's the charm.

I pry my eyes open, a woman's face coming into focus above me. My visions wavers, her features blurring together. I focus trying to clear my head, her features becoming sharper as the fog clears away.

Seeing my eyes open, she smiles at me. "Why hello there," she says quietly. "You've been out for quite some time, haven't you?" She chuckles and straightens, leaving my field of vision. Too tired to move my head, I try to speak to her.

"Wha-" I flinch at the raspiness of my voice, my throat scratching with every breath.

Her eyes widen, a frown pull down her lips. "Don't try to talk, honey. Your throat's going to be a bit sore. I'll get you something to drink. It should help with that." I hear her take a step back, but then her face pops back into my line of sight, startling me slightly. "Should I wake your guest?"

Guest? Who would be here? Must be Namjoon.

Not wanting to deal with Namjoon's worried hovering, I shake my head. She nods her head and I hear her footsteps walk away from me, a sliding noise I assume is the door following shortly after.

I take a deep breath, a pain twinging in my stomach at the movement. I grit my teeth, preparing myself for the horrible pain that assaulted me during the accident. Relief sweeps through me when it never comes.

Curiosity getting the best of me, I turn my head, the small movement agonizingly difficult. My mouth drops when I see Jimin sitting in the chair, his orange hair falling over his face as his head tilts forward in his sleep, mouth parted in a small "O".

What's he doing here?

I want to shout at him, to wake him and ask what he's doing in my hospital room. Maybe then he would explain why I was in a hospital room at all. I open my mouth and yell at him, but the sound comes out as little more than a whisper thanks to my sore throat. I try again only to be met with the same results. I groan, letting my head fall back into the pillow.

My eyes drift over Jimin, my heart swelling at the sight of him. It has been weeks since I last saw him and I let my eyes take him in greedily, memorizing the way the lights shone off of his bright hair, the way his nose would twitch occasionally. I chuckle at the odd movement, wondering what he would be dreaming about. Would they resemble my own, showing us as we should be, happy and together? Or would they be normal things, like dreaming about flying? As I watch the slow rise and fall of his chest, I find myself wishing that I could see into to his head, to see what he was seeing at this exact moment.

Jimin's eyes flutter, my heart stopping as his lids raise, shooting open once he sees my own staring back at him. His head whips up, so fast I'm sure it must have hurt him, and he leans forward, his mouth parting. "Yoongi," he breathes, the huskiness of his voice causing my heart to flutter.