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Ephemeral

Taehyung

Word to Describe: Ephemeral

"Taehyung! Get to the hospital now!" Hoseok yells in the phone.

"What? Why?" I ask.

"Just get here!"

I slide my shoes on and rush out of my apartment, the dusk sunlight being the only form of light to form a path. I get into the silver car, starting it in a rush. Driving to the hospital, I turn on the radio to get away from the panic building up in my chest.

As soon as the hospital comes into view, I turn off the radio, the sound of music becoming too unbearable for me. Lazily, I pull into the closest spot I can get.

"Taehyung!" Hoseok yells, running up to me.

"What happened?" I question quickly.

He sighs, a look of guilt over washing his face, "Just...follow me."

I nod, following him through the hospital building. I watch as the numbers go by. 314...315...316...until we stopped. 340. I look at the clipboard on the door.

Patient Name: Yoongi. Min

Age: 24

Room Number: 340

I gasp, backing up, "H-Hoseok, please tell me this is a lie."

Once again, he sighs, "Tae, I'm so sorry. Do you wanna see him still?"

I nod eagerly, "Of course I want to!" I push past Hoseok and go into the room.

In the room, the usual hospital bed holds Yoongi, where his blonde hair is in a messy form. Next to him, lay cords and machines. On the monitor near him, his pulse stays at a very calm pace. The green line bounces up and down, creating a rhythmic beep in the room.

"What happened?" I ask quietly.

"I don't know, I was on a date with Somi and all of a sudden we saw him passed out on the ground," he explains.

I sit on the bed, looking at Yoongi with loving eyes. My hand caresses his face, the milky tone contrasting against my darker hand.

Out of nowhere, a nurse comes in, "Oh! Sorry."

"It's fine." Hoseok smiles, "We were just checking on him. Did you find anything out?"

She nods, "Well, based on results, he hasn't broken anything. He has a sprain in his wrist, but that should be healed in a week or so. However, his brain seems to be a little bit off. Possibly memory loss."

All the air in my lungs leave, "M-memory loss?"

A sad nod from the nurse, "He shouldn't have lost too much. Also, I think he should be waking up in a few minutes."

We smile sadly, watching as she flips through some papers.

"I'll give you some time alone," she whispers, leaving the room momentarily.

I get on the bed all the way, cuddling into Yoongi's side. A tear escapes from my eye, falling onto Yoongi's shoulder.

"You really love him, don't you?"

"With my entire existence."

He begins rustling around in the room, not saying anything.

From beside me, I feel movement. I open my eyes to see Yoongi squinting at the bright lights.

"Yoongi!" I scream, hugging him tightly.

He coughs, hesitantly wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

I get up and look at him, too many emotions filling my mind.

"Hey Yoongs." Hoseok smiles.

"Hey Hobi...and...who are you?"

My jaw drops, every muscle in my body becoming tense, "Y-Yoongi...It's me. Taehyung."

"I'm sorry but I don't know who you are." Yoongi smiles awkwardly.

"I-," I take a deep breath, "Yoongi..."

Hoseok pats my back, "Sit down Tae. I think Yoongi needs a minute."

I nod, sitting at the chair in the back of the room.

"Yoongi, do you really not remember Taehyung?"

Yoongi nods, looking at me for a small moment. He shrugs, "Not at all. He must not have been important then."

My jaw drops further down. Not important!? I was your boyfriend for crying out loud!

"Yoongi, he was the most important person in your life." Hoseok says, gesturing to me.

"I'm telling you, I don't remember him. How can something so important be forgotten?"

I nod, he has a point.

"Yoongi! He was your boyfriend!"

Yoongi hesitates to say anything, looking at me with the most sorrowful look ever. He bites his lip, "Hobi, if you say he's my boyfriend, then he must be...but I don't remember anything."

I lift myself off of the chair, "Yoongi, I know you don't remember me...but I still want you to know that Hobi's not lying. I'm sure you know that much, as well...I love you. I'm gonna go now."

Yoongi looks down, "Taehyung...can you tell me about our relationship?"

"Later, Yoongi. I need to go home and think about this." I say, leaving the room.

He really doesn't remember me? He actually doesn't know who I am. Just when I was happiest, it all comes crashing down. Why does everything have to crash down?

How are you?