Spring Day | BTS ✔

17

"Is he okay now?" Namjoon's voice was scratchy and tired like he'd been talking a lot. Had he been talking to Jimin while the younger one was in his coma?

"He'll be fine," Jin sighed, gesturing to the various seats around the room as he took one himself. Soon we were all sitting, space between each of us that made the room feel cold and unwelcoming.

"What happened?" Taehyung bit his nails anxiously. I guess some habits never changed.

"I don't know...it might've been him," he nodded at Jimin.

"How could Jimin have done that?" Hoseok questioned, even his voice was plagued with fatigue.

"It's gonna sound weird, but..." Jin looked over at Jimin, "We have coma patients who go through episodes like that and when they wake up they always ask what happened while they were asleep, asking if something happened to them. We're obligated to tell them, since it's their health and all, but they never seem surprised about it. There've been a few who described this sort of...in between place. Like they were there, but weren't. They said they'd pinch or hit their physical selves to see if they could somehow manipulate this...plane of existence I guess you could say. I never believed them until one told me the exact times of the episodes. I was a bit skeptic after that. I mean he couldn't have seen the clock and times are written down on the data sheets after the incidents are over, not the exact times they happened."

"Strange," I muttered and Namjoon hummed in agreement.

"What's strange is that we're all in the same room again," Jungkook said quietly from his perch on the windowsill. We all sat in silence for a while.

"Yoongi..." I looked up at Namjoon who looked hesitant to ask the question behind his eyes.

"Yeah?"

"Was it you?" his voice turned quiet, but it was still loud and clear in the room. Everyone looked at me...well everyone who was conscious. I sighed and held my head in my hands.

"I'm so sorry, Joonie," I winced silently as the nickname slipped. I hadn't called him that since that day four years ago and I had no right to think it let alone say it anymore.

"I know," he replied silently.

"What happened?" I looked up at a bitter Taehyung, staring at me in hatred. I sighed, biting tears back.

"The day of the accident the guilt was too suffocating to deal with so I had a few beers and went driving to clear my head. The sobriety test said I was still clear to drive, but my phone distracted me for a second...it was just a goddamn second."

I wiped tears from my eyes I tried to quell the building anxiety in my throat.

"When I looked back up," I motioned to Namjoon, not able to finish. The room was silent again.

"Guilt?" Jin didn't look past the end of Jimin's bed.

"Yeah, guilt. About not trying to say anything to anyone of you in the past four years," the others looked up, "About leaving most of all..."

"I forgive you, Yoongi," I looked up at Namjoon. He stared past my eyes, right into the heart that was threatening to spill out of them. The forgiveness was for more than just the car crash, I could tell. I nodded in thanks to him and he bare a small smile, though it didn't last long as his gaze returned to Jimin. The room returned to silence once again, this time for a solid half an hour according to the wall clock. Night had begun to fall outside the window.

"Do you hate us Taehyung?" I looked up at the youngest in shock as he broke the silence.

"What?" the addressed boy looked startled by the question.

"Do you hate us for leaving?" he restated, "You're sitting the furthest away from everyone – except for Jimin, not that anyone's sitting all that close to begin with..."

"Yes I hate you, you left me," Taehyung scoffed at him before returning his eyes to Jimin's unbandaged hand in his, "I left you too though...so I guess I hate myself too."

But I never stopped thinking about you, not even a day, I wanted to say to him, but the words never found my throat.

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I might double update tomorrow too...

eh probably not I'm lucky I remembered to update now too lol