Misconception | •Yoonmin• [REWORKING]

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Yoongi POV"

I listened as Jimin continued to ramble about the things that he had to do as class president, I mean, someone as smart as him is taking higher classes and on top of that he's taken on the roll of class president, and I thought I was stressed.

He continued to talk while I walked up ahead of him. I began to notice his speech slowing down, I simply thought he was taking time to gather his thoughts together. Only moments later his words were cut off and right after a thud came from behind me.

Turning around, I was expecting to see him standing but instead he lay there on the floor. "Jimin!" I began to panic, I shook him several times only to not get a response, he laid there still and unmoving. I quickly grabbed my phone and dialed emergency. The line on the other end was connected.

"What's your emergency?" The operator picked up in seconds waiting for my voice to respond to her question.

"M-My friend, he was fine and then he suddenly collapsed." I began to panic more as I Jimin's unconscious state began to hit me as hard as reality did.

"Ok sir, calm down, now I need you to tell me where you are." I looked around and then told the operator where we were. She then informed me that there was help on the way and I stayed there with Jimin, propping his head on my lap.

Right now I felt extremely guilty. He wasn't supposed to be out at a time like this, neither of us were, and I didn't even pay proper attention to him, my back was turned to him when I should have just trailed behind him like before.

Soon enough I heard the wailing of a siren and saw the flashing of blue and red lights. I gently put Jimin's head down and then attempted at waving them over, hoping they would see us, thankfully the spotted us within seconds and only moments after, different men hopped out and brought a stretcher with them.

"Wait! Is he gonna be okay?" The man nodded as he grabbed on side of the stretcher while the other paramedic grabbed the other side.

"We'll do the best we can." and before I got to say anything else "Are you going to accompany him?" I suddenly remembered that I had to inform his parents about this. Quickly I went and grabbed the keys out of his pocket.

"I gotta let his parents know!" I stated walking away and with that they took him into the ambulance and drove off, only seconds after I began a dead sprint towards his house, stumbling and tripping along the way in order to get there as quick as possible.

Frantically unlocking the door, I stumbled in, panting out of exhaustion and slight pain. I quickly stumbled over to the room where his parents were, I banging my fist on the door, the loud thuds echoing through the silence of the night.

"H-Huh? Yoongi? What's wrong?" His father opened the door, looking slightly concerned as his eyes studied my tired and worried state.

"J-Jimin....collapsed..ambulance..hospital." I managed to choke out through my ragid attempts at drawing in air to my straining lungs. Not having much time to catch my breath, we all began to scramble around, trying to get necessities before we left.

Finally having everything set, we hopped into the car and began to drive towards the hospital, not wanting to waste a second in trying to go and see Jimin. I hope he's doing alright after something so sudden

"Yoongi what happened to him!" his mother yelled as she turned back to face me, staring into my eyes as she desperately searched for an answer on the problem occurring with her son.

"Well he complained about stuffy air and just wanted to go out for a bit, and then before I knew it he just fell, I don't know what happened but he just fell!" I managed to say in one breath as I recalled the previous events, almost reliving them all over again.

I tried calming myself down, trying to convince myself that there was just a minor problem that could be easily handled. This was all so sudden, I wasn't thinking anything like this would occur. We had finally gotten there. Hopping out the car, we ran through the door, disrupting the quiet atmosphere of the waiting room.

"Where's my son!" his father yelled. At this point I don't blame him, I would be the same way too if I were in a situation like this

"Last name?" the receptionist asked all too calmly, not seeming to pick up on any of the panic and worry that we were exerting at that moment

"Park! Park Jimin!" His mother yelled, not giving her husband room to speak this time.

"He'll be in room 516, down the hall and to the left." The doctor instructed us and I didn't even waste time. By the time those words were out of her mouth, I was already gone from the desk and now dashing down the hall.

With his parents following behind me, I finally stopped in front of his room, seeing as a doctor rushed out only for two more to rush in. Managing to get a look into the room I see him lying in the hospital bed, unconscious and unmoving, completely unaware of what was happening to him right now.

"Jimin!" his mother screamed out