Spring Day | BTS ✔

10

I felt my chest constrict as the train pulled into one of Seoul's stations at last. I ignored Hoseok's existence as I ran off of the train and back into the rain. The last half hour was torture.

I ran down the street, dodging umbrellas held by the shorter members of the population as I weaved through the surprisingly concentrated amount of people on the sidewalk.

"Hang on Jimin," I repeated for the hundredth time to myself, "Just hang on, I'm almost there."

I nearly toppled another person who was also running down the sidewalk. The most I got of them was the vision of soaked brown hair and a white sweater with two black stripes. I yelled an apology to them as I continued racing to the hospital.

I ended up getting held up at a crosswalk, not being fast enough to reach it before the little walking man disappeared and traffic resumed. Seoul's traffic was going a lot faster, surprisingly, so it wasn't like I could run right across like I had down with the cab.

I cursed under my breath. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out. The train ticket fell from my pocket by I didn't bother picking it up as it flew off in the wind. I saw an incoming call from the exact place I was trying to get to. I pressed answer a few times, the screen not registering my command because the rain drops were interfering. I wiped the screen off on my jeans and pressed the answer button one more time.

"Hello?" I asked frantically.

"Uh...hello. Is this Mr. Kim Taehyung?" I nodded vigorously before remembering that the receptionist couldn't see me.

"Yes, yes, that's me," I gasped, still out of breath from running. I spit rain water out of my mouth as it continues pouring down.

"Hello, sir," the voice sounded more comfortable, though slightly startled from me yelling hello into the receiver, "We just receive information from Busan District Hospital. You're the emergency contact for Park Jimin, correct?"

"Yes, I am."

"Great, can you get to the Seoul Center Hospital as soon as possible? Mr. Park has gotten into a car crash," I almost laughed bitterly. Of course, I already knew all of this, so I cut her off.

"I know I'm already on my way. I was on the phone with him when it happened," I panted, "I wasn't able to show up before today because I was out of country."

"I'm sorry you had to hear that, sir," the lady sounded genuinely sympathetic, not the usual customary sympathy they normally give you.

I hung up the phone a minute later as the crosswalk light changed again. I barely waited for the walking man to light up before I took off across the street.

God Jimin, I miss you already. Don't leave me yet. I miss you don't leave me. Don't leave until I get to tell you that I miss you. How long do I have to wait for you to wake up so I can tell you?