Day One Hundred

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Don't hurt me please.😅

"Ouch, I have lost myself again
Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found
Yeah, I think that I might break
Lost myself again and I feel unsafe"

I woke up, feeling exhausted and sore. I opened my eyes slowly, expecting to see Taehyung in front of me, but instead I saw bright white lights, white walls. My eyes went wide as I panicked, whipping my head from side to side as I noticed my surroundings. I was in the hospital. I could feel the needles poking through my skin. I could smell the antiseptic.

The door creaked open, a mint-haired Yoongi walking in. He had black hair just the other day.

His eyes landed on mine and he dropped the pudding cup in his hand.
"Oh my God! Kook!" He ran to my bedside, cupping my cheeks and investigating me.

I coughed, unable to speak as I felt a tube down my throat. I couldn't breathe. I watched Yoongi run out to the hall and shout, bringing nurses back with him. They removed the tube, making me groan in discomfort.

Yoongi's eyes had tears slipping from them as he came back towards me and gave me a strong hug. "I thought I had lost you."

I hugged him back, feeling overwhelmed with confusion. "W-what happened?"

Yoongi took in a sharp breath before sitting down on the edge of the bed. "You've been in a coma for months."

"W-what? That's not possible."

Yoongi nodded, a sad look in his eyes. "I've visited you every day. I didn't want to give up on you. I knew you just needed time."

"But-" My eyes scanned the room, only seeing signs of Yoongi being there. "Yoongi, where is Tae? Is he at work?"

He gave me a confused look, his head angling slightly as his eyebrows scrunched together. "Who is Tae?"

"Taehyung! My boyfriend! I met him at the coffee shop on July 21! You've met him many times! You two are even friends. Your boyfriend dated mine for a short time! Any of this ringing a bell?"

"Kook, you never made it to your shift that day." Yoongi's voice was quiet, nervous.

"B-b-but Taehyung! That's the day I met Taehyung!"

"You collapsed on the way over there. Dr. Grey had to move you up on the transplant list. Once you received your transplant you didn't wake up, until now."

I felt like my throat was closing up. My palms were sweaty, arms weak. Mom's spaghetti.

"S-s-so w-where is Taehyung? Seriously. You need to stop pranking me." I could feel myself breaking down.

Yoongi shook his head, eyes not leaving mine. "I have never met a Taehyung in my life."

My breath hitched in my throat as I released a loud sob, unable to hold it in. I felt my whole heart shatter in my chest as I scratched at my throat, begging for air to get entrance into my lungs. It was too much. He had to be real.

"Hey, it's okay. Calm down." Yoongi's voice was right next to my ear as I felt his embrace tightening around me. His hands drew circles on my back. My hands clutched tightly onto the front of his sweater, not even caring if I ripped it off at this point.

"I-I want T-T-Taehyung. I n-need h-him." My cries only grew more pleading and painful. My tears soaked through Yoongi's clothes, but he didn't release his grip, even after I started to punch aggressively at his chest, demanding for him to tell me it was all a joke.

The nurses ran in after I started to scream. They put something in my IV, and after a few seconds, I felt myself relax to the point where my body could hardly move. I felt like I was trapped, surrounded by people who looked at me as if I'm some spectacle at a museum.

Sadness filled Yoongi's eyes as he stared at me, now standing next to my bed with a hand in mine.

•••

When my eyes opened once more, Yoongi was talking quietly on the phone, obviously trying to be secretive. He clearly didn't know I was awake yet, since my name was said, followed by the word "crazy."

I cleared my throat, watching Yoongi jump and face me with wide eyes, instantly hanging up his phone and pocketing it. "Kook!"

I was too tired to make a big deal out of it. My voice was hoarse when I spoke, most likely from the screaming and crying. "I'm not crazy."

Yoongi's bottom lip sat between his teeth as he nervously chewed on it. He nodded gently, sitting on the bed facing me. "I just... To my knowledge, you have never met a Taehyung. It is just odd that you wake up and the first thing you do is ask for someone you've never met."

I could feel the threat of tears again, but I forced it back in. I pushed my head deeper into the pillow. "I met him at the coffee shop. He came in and we started dating and eventually we fell in love. I love him so much. H-he was the one person who made me feel like I was actually worth everything. Worth the transplant, worth living. He made me feel as if I had nothing to do with Yugyeom's death. I- He made me feel like I was on top of the world. Have you ever felt that before?"

Yoongi nodded, still chewing on his lip. "I feel like that with Hoseok, but Hoseok is actually real."

"Taehyung is real too! I just have to find him. He is the love of my life! My soul mate! I need him, Yoongi."

My best friend didn't respond. Instead, he brought me back against his chest and ran his fingers through my hair. He hummed softly until I felt myself calming down again and drifting back to sleep.

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Lol.

I don't really know if I like how this chapter turned out, so I might rewrite it eventually. But I couldn't keep in the big surprise anymore so here it is! Lol

I almost killed Kookie but I didn't.

You're welcome.

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