Chickadee - A Yoonmin Fanfiction

Part 27

~Jimin~

I sit at the back of Jungkook's car, wrapped in a fuzzy white blanket. Beside me, Taehyung fusses with my injured hand, offering me pain medication amongst a host of other remedies. "You know, it doesn't hurt that much." I remark.

The blonde haired boy shushes me, smoothing his fingers over my splint. "You're just trying to be brave."

"Oh come on." I complain. "You and Kookie were literally there when the doctor took a look at it. I fractured my little finger, that's all."

"Still, you haven't broken a bone before." Taehyung responds, bundling me into a hug. "Something like that can be very traumatic and I'm determined not to let you make light of it."

"Really Tae—"

"He's right." Kookie interrupts, looking back from the driver's seat. "Taehyung and I have decided to book the day off from school to take care of you. We want to go out for breakfast as a treat, so when you start feeling hungry, let us know."

A jolt of panic runs its way up my chest. I can't go to a restaurant now. I would have to starve myself for days to make up for the calories, not to mention the risk that eating out with someone might expose my diet. "Really, you don't need to skip class for me." I respond, picking fretfully at the corner of Tae's blanket.

"Of course we do!" Kookie insists, smiling brightly back at me.

"Plus." Taehyung adds. "We're all exhausted from spending a night in the hospital waiting room. Consider this a mandatory rest day."

"What do you want to do first? Watch a movie? Go out for breakfast? We could even order takeout."

"Actually..." I respond, biting the corner of my lip. "I'm wondering if you guys could help me."

"Help you with what?" Tae asks, glancing worriedly at my injured hand.

"I...I need to go see Yoongi."

The atmosphere in the car turns suddenly tense. "Jimin..." Taehyung begins.

"He left his computer and camera at my place." I explain hurriedly. "If I don't get them back to him, he won't be able to submit our pictures in time. It's...it's really important."

"Tell him to come pick them up at your house." The blonde haired boy suggests. "Jimin, you need to rest."

At these words, Jungkook casts a glance through the rear view mirror, searching his boyfriend's eyes. It's as if he is debating whether or not to speak.

"What are you thinking?" I prompt.

"I...I'm thinking that Tae's right, but...I sort of have some questions for you."

"We don't need to talk about this right now." Taehyung interjects, giving Kookie a reproving look.

"What is it?" I ask, glancing between the two of them. "What's going on?"

Tae sighs, turning back to face me. "It's just...why wasn't Yoongi at the hospital? Jungkook and I were talking, and we couldn't understand why he didn't come to support you. You told him you were hurt, right?"

"He...he knew." I say, lowering my eyes to the floor.

It's been eight hours since Yoongi's breakdown, eight hours since he pushed me to the floor, looking like someone possessed. In the moments after I hit the ground, I became aware of a throbbing pain in my hand, which had been pinned underneath me during the fall. Tae and Kookie rushed to my place the moment they heard I was hurt, but even with their help, it took hours to be admitted for medical care. I was almost relieved to have to navigate the hospital waiting room, because with all the noise and bustle, we barely had time to talk.