misunderstood || bts x red velvet

➣ Thirty Five

"Hey, hey, what happened?" Taehyung was squeezing him in a tight hug on the edge of his perfectly made bed. The difference between them is that Taehyung's parents only thought of the two to be really close friends. 

Nothing more.

"My- parents- car- accident-" He choked out, tears dampening his boyfriend's perfectly soft sweater. 

"Oh..." He rubbed his hands along Jimin's back like a mother would, trying to comfort him. They stayed like that for awhile, until Jimin's cries turned into soft sniffles.

"I'm so sorry." He sighed, a tear spilling from his eye, hurt washing over him, to see the boy he loved like this.

Jimin sat up and saw the clear damp patch on the other boy's shoulder and sighed. "I don't know if they're okay, but Aunt Lee said it was kind of bad."

Taehyung lifted his chin with a single finger and gently wiped a tear away. "Kind of. That means there's still a chance that they're perfectly okay, right?" He spoke softly and gently, afraid of breaking the fragile boy again. 

"Yeah." Jimin whispered. One of the reasons he loved Taehyung was because he always looked on the bright side. He slid back to put space between them, something out of habit since they couldn't let Taehyung's parents find them so close. As of on cue, Taehyung's mother popped her head in.

"Hi boys," Then to Jimin, "Jimin your Aunt is here. She says she needs you to come home." 

"Was she crying?" He asked, standing slowly.

"Looked like it." Her tone was soft and sweet just like his mother's. "I hope everything is okay at home."

"Yeah." Jimin said softly waving goodbye to Taehyung as he left the room, wanting to be in his arms again. "I hope so too."

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Soon after, Jimin was in the car with Aunt Lee, who had remarkably pulled herself together in a short amount of time. They were on the way to the hospital and Jimin's heart was crashing against his ribcage. Aunt Lee wasn't told anything apart from which hospital they were in, and now they both were slumped in the car, the weight of not knowing what happened dragging their shoulders down.

46 minutes later

"Emi Lee?" Aunt Lee's head jerked upwards as she heard her name being called. Blinking, she cleared her head of sleep and stood to go to the nurse. "You can see your sister now."

"Thank you." She coughed, her throat dry from lack of water. She looked over her shoulder and saw her nephew asleep in a tattered blue waiting room chair. She contemplated whether to wake him up. After all, his entire existence was against everything the world was made for.

But these were his parents.

"Hold on." She tiptoed towards Jimin and tapped his shoulder gently. "Jimin? It's time to see your parents." The boy immediately snapped awake as if he was already cruising on the edge of conscious and unconscious. Only his eyes were rimmed red and puffy. 

"Um, ma'am?" Both turned towards the nurse, who suddenly had a concerned expression on her face. "Is this the son?"

"Yes." Her forehead creased with worry as the nurse beckoned her over.

"Um," She whispered, glancing at the half sleeping boy, "there's something I should tell you before you bring him into the room."

Jimin didn't know the exact words of what the nurse said to his aunt, but afterwards, she had a broken expression. 

"Jiminie, stay here. I'm going to go int first." 

He was too tired to take in the fact that she'd called him Jiminie for the first time in forever. And too tired to even wonder why he wasn't allowed in. Instead, he flopped back on his chair, hoping to catch sleep again.

But he couldn't.

Because his aunt's tone and words sunk in and he was stuck wondering.

What happened?

When the door opened next, his aunt's eyes were empty and a void of emotion, except for a hint of pain.

"Aunt Lee-"

"You should go in." She interrupted. "Your mother wants you." 

So he went in.

"Eomma?" He gasped as his heart squeezed again. There was a deep cut across her forehead, probably from glass breaking, and her arm was completely swollen. 

"Hi." She whispered. It wasn't a weak whisper though. It was more like a sad whisper.

"Eomma, are you okay?" He asked, sitting on the edge of her bed, stroking the thin, white sheets.

"Yes." Again, whispered. Something was wrong. Again.

"Eomma?" He swallowed, afraid of the next question. "Where's Appa?"

"He-" She choked on a sob. It was clear what had happened.

"Is he..." Jimin trailed off, too afraid of the answer. After awhile she finally spoke again.

"I'm sorry baby." He looked up at her as a tear fell onto her bruised cheek. "He's in a better place now. Yeah?"

"Mm." He grumbled under his breath. There were no tears this time. Only heart wrenching. The fact that his father was gone hadn't settled with him yet. It wasn't possible. It couldn't be.

"Jimin, let's go home." Aunt Lee had creaked the door open again and tried smiling at him. 

"Jimin?" He faced his mother again and moved to stand next to her. She stroked his cheek with her good hand and smiled sadly. "I love you."

They left the hospital.

A few weeks later, his mother was discharged from the hospital, with a couple of injuries, but they weren't life threatening.

He told Taehyung.

He told the boys.

They had a funeral.

He lived in pain.

Another couple of weeks of watching his mother deteriorate right in front of his eyes.

Until one day, she left.

And she never came back.

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