Spring Day | BTS ✔

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Midnight had passed a long time ago. Yoongi might've woken up only to fall asleep again since it was so late. We all knew that might've been the truth, but we decided to stick with the lie that he was still asleep from the injection so we didn't have to leave.

Hospital cleaning came through a few times but Jin only told them to come back in the morning. The irritated lady kept giving hushed lectures about the importance of keeping hospital rooms clean. Jin just told her he'd help her clean the ward all night the following night and she shut up with a huff and left.

Jin and I were the only ones still awake. The rain outside was the only sound in the room as we both watched Jimin's heart beat on his monitor. Jimin hadn't had anything abnormal happen to him since the third episode hours ago.

Jin didn't seem too tired, sleep-wise. It might've been because he's usually on the night shift or maybe because he was too worried over Jimin to sleep. I couldn't tell which and I wouldn't be surprised either way.

I wanted to sleep, but I know that even if I did, it wouldn't do anything to ease how tired I was.

"Maybe I can never fly," I looked over to Jin as he began softly singing something, "I can't fly like the flower petals over there or as though I have wings. Maybe I can't touch the sky. Still, I want to stretch my hand out. I want to run, just a bit more."

I leaned my had back against the armchair as I listened to his voice. Jin had often sang to us back then. He and Jimin loved singing songs together once upon a time, though I never recognized the artists. Maybe they had written the songs they sang. Jin's voice still sounded the same, though now it was a bit more aware, as if the years of knowing the world better had added an invisible edge to it. He sang from experience of knowing the world now, not pretending he did.

"I'm just walking and walking, among this darkness. My happy times asked me this question: You, are you really okay? It asked me," I sighed softly, letting my eyes close, "Oh no, I replied, no, I'm so afraid. Still, I hold the six flowers tightly in my hands. I, I'm just walking, I said, oh no."

Jin sounded sad, but then again, who of the seven of us weren't weighed down by sadness.

"But it's my fate, it's my fate," his voice broke slightly, "Still, I want to struggle and fight. Maybe I can never fly. I can't fly like the flower petals over there or as though I have wings. Maybe I can't touch the sky. Still, I want to stretch my hand out. I want to run, just a bit more."

"Wide awake, wide awake, wide awake, don't cry," I could hear the tears as Jin sang through them, "Wide awake, wide awake, wide awake, no lie. Wide awake, wide awake, wide awake, don't cry. Wide awake, wide awake, wide awake, no lie..."

I felt my eyelids become heavier and heavier, even as they were closed.

"Maybe I can never fly. I can't fly like the flower petals over there or as though I have wings. Maybe I can't touch the sky. Still, I want to stretch my hand out. I want to run...just a bit more..."

Sleep fell heavily one me, but not before I heard Jin shift in his seat.

"Good night, Hoseok," he whispered.

Did he sing just so I could sleep?

I felt a tear fall down my face as darkness shrouded reality inside my head.

I was taken back to a place where I sat on a broken couch with six friends I called brothers. The oldest of us sang lyrics to some unknown song as we were all lulled into a sleep, angry because no one understood us and happy because no one understood us the way we understood each other.

How'd we come so far back then when we were now just barely passing by the edge of the cold winter.