Wrong ||Park Jimin

Twelve

He gaped at me, trying to process what I said.

"Hana.."

But I was down, trying to breathe.

"Hana, no no." Namjoon stood over me.

"Jimin, go get her medicine and water."

My vision was slowly deteriorating, but I could hear Namjoon on the phone.

Why is everyone on the phone when I have an attack?

"Jiwoo, honey, come quick with my case."

I felt a splash of water on my face and the shock got me out of my state of unconsciousness. Well, half.

I felt the liquid medicine run down my throat. Swallowing it with much difficulty, I grabbed the closest thing.

It so happened to be Namjoon.

"Jimin..Jimin I'm sorry..." I wanted to apologize to Jimin. I didn't want to lose him.

Namjoon's voice was faint, but I could make it out. "Jimin-ah, she's calling for you."

I a second I felt warmth rush up my left hand.

"Hana, its okay. Please be okay, I'm sorry I didn't know, I'm so sorry I'm so stupid, Hana. I'm stupid, right?"

His laugh was bitter and his hold on my hand was desperate.

The panic was subsiding and I managed a smile.

"I'll tell you everything when the time comes, Jim." I managed to choke out.

I could see him nodding as tears made their way down his cheeks.

"Hana, relax, just close your eyes."

Since it was Namjoon, I listened.

Eyes closed, hands in Jimins, I drifted off.

I could hear Jimin saying something, bit I couldn't hear it well.

Well, I'll ask him.

***

I woke up to Jimin's voice. Again.

"Hyung, I don't know. It just slipped."

"Jimin-ah, I'm so proud of you. Now all she has to do is learn, too. "

"Yes, Hyung. "

The voices were coming from the foot of the bed, but there was a weight to my right.

"Nam, I think she's awake!"

Jiwoo.

I opened my eyes and smiled.

Instantly, Jimin was wrapped around me, muttering apologies.

"Hana, oh Hana, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'd never have asked for anything I just-"

I returned the hug.

"Ji, its okay, you were just insecure. It happens. I should've told you earlier, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I'm sorry, I'll need time to trust you enough, Jim." The guilt was eating me alive.

Why couldn't I trust him?

"No, don't be sorry. Take all the time you need. I'll wait."

My heart clenched.

Oh, Jimin.

He was still on top of me, one arm around me neck, cradling my head, and another on my waist.

Contentment. All I felt.

Maybe I do trust him?

But I'm not ready.