11) Hold On

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Before I start this chapter, some people get easily triggered with mentions of mental health issues and suicide. If you are one of those people, then don't read this chapter. You can skip down to the author's notes at the end and I'll explain what happened in this chapter without much detail. Thanks!
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      I ran as fast as I could to Jimin's house. Something about his text message gave me a bad feeling. Even if we hadn't spoken, I needed to make sure he was okay. I just hope that I would get there in time.

I must have banged on his door at least fifty times before I came in through the front window, which to my advantage, was unlocked.

"Jimin!"

I shouted his name as I searched the whole downstairs for him. After no luck, I ran up the stairs and searched every room I could find. Finally, I entered his bathroom and found Jimin.

"No! Jimin!"

The sight in front of me made me gag and my tears began to fall as I sat by Jimin's barely breathing body. He had long gashes across his wrists and blood painted the whole floor. The awful stench of blood lingered in the small bathroom as I pulled Jimin into my chest and cried helplessly.

"No, Jimin. Don't leave me please!"

I screamed and screamed but Jimin didn't move. Finally, I got my act together and searched for his phone which was laying right next to him. Quickly, I called 911 and told them the situation.

"Sir, an ambulance is on its way right now. Everything will be okay."

"No, stop with the white lies! Just tell the fucking ambulance to hurry the fuck up!"

I hung up the phone and cradled Jimin in my arms, listening to his breath slowly disappear.

"Jiminie. Stay with me. Don't leave alone."

Soon, some guys came running into the bathroom. One pulled me away from Jimin while the other attended to Jimin, wrapping his wrists in towels and prepping him for the gurney. All I could do was stare. I brought my hands in front of my face and saw Jimin's blood on them.

Jimin

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Jimin. My Jimin was being carried out of his house and into an ambulance, barely breathing. And it was all because of me. I sat in the ambulance with Jimin and held his hand in mine, tightly.

"Jiminie...hold on."

The ride to the hospital was excruciating as I watched Jimin's chest move up and down slowly. Never once had his hand left mine. He was pulled into the surgery room, and I was told to wait outside. I sat down in a seat and put my head in my heads.

It felt has if my whole world had collapsed. Because that's what was happening right now. My whole world is Jimin. And he was collapsing. My tears wouldn't fall. I felt numb to everything in the world and only one thought was going through my head. Jimin.

"Jimin...hold on."

Hours went by and no one had come to get me. I was beginning to lose hope that Jimin would come out alive.

The 'surgery in process' light turned off and the surgeon walked out.

"Are you his family?"

"No."

"I'm sorry, I need to speak to a family member."

"His mom is out of town! I'm his fucking boyfriend so tell me how Jimin is!"

I needed to know if Jimin was okay. The surgeon was acting as if there was something wrong and I needed to know if there really was. The surgeon sighed before speaking to me in a calm tone.

"Jimin will be fine. He lost a lot of blood but we managed to save him. He'll have some pretty bad scars though. We'll try and get in contact of his mother."

I nodded my head.

"When can I see him?"

"His room is 411. He's unconscious at the moment but you can sit with him in his room. I bet he'll be glad that the first sight he sees when he wakes up is his boyfriend."

I smiled sadly, remembering the fight we had. I bowed to the surgeon and thanked him before going to Jimin's room.

I entered his room and sat down in a chair next to Jimin. His wrists were wrapped in bandages and an IV was connected to him. The machine had a steady flow to it and I felt like I could listen to the beeping all day because that beeping told me Jimin was still alive.

I took his hand in mine and brought it out my face.

"Jiminie..."

While Jimin was in surgery, I began to realize things. Jimin and I, maybe we aren't meant for each other. Jimin did this because of me. Since meeting each other, we have brought nothing but despair into our already painful life's. I don't want to be the cause of his pain anymore.

Jimin stirred and I stood up and watched him slowly open his eyes.

"Hyung..."

His voice broke my heart. It was soft and frail. It sounded like he was in pain and I felt powerless, knowing that I couldn't take his pain away. I helped him sit up and he drank a glass of water.

It had been a couple of minutes now since we sat in silence. I think both us were afraid to bring up everything that happened. We both knew what we had to do, but it hurt trying to say it.

"Hyung...we need to talk."

With those words, I knew the worst was coming.
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Ok, so for those who skipped reading this chapter cause of tiggers, I will explain what happened. Jimin tried to kill himself and Yoongi found him and brought him to the hospital. Jimin survived and now he wants to talk to Yoongi about stuff.
Alright, so I think I'll update once more today cause I'm really excited for the next chapter!!! The next chapter will be told from Hoseok's point of view. I'm really excited!! So VOTE, COMMENT AND ALL THE JAZZ!!!💜💜💜🦋

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