WHAT IS LOVE.

愛 39 愛

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"are you sure he's coming?"

"i'm sure of it. i mean, we all know that he cares for hoseok, a lot."

"yeah, but he blocked him. he said he hated everyone, but especially him. do you think he cares for him as much now?"

"i'm sure he didn't mean it, well, i hope he didn't mean it..."

two boys were having a conversation, whilst another four were staying quiet, either looking down at the ground, keeping their eyes on the door or watching the two talk.

the room was filled with beeping noises, each beep wasn't at a slow, but not a fast pace.

"youngjoon?"

"yes?"

"did you even tell him to come here? it's been half an hour since..."

"i'm sure i told him, namjoon. but please do remember, he doesn't live near."

"ah, yes, i forgot, i'm sorry..."

"it's okay."

it grew silent and the boy placed his hand next to the patient resting on the bed. he was on the verge of tears, seeing his beloved friend in a terrible state.

when he lost hope that a certain someone wasn't going to show up anytime soon, quick paced and loud footsteps noised from underneath the door. its sound grew nearer to the room.

the door to the room busted opened,

and there was a boy panting heavily, with his hand clasped onto the doorknob.

"i-i'm sorry that i'm terribly late.."

"what took you so long?!"

"i-i have my reasons..."

"yeah, yeah and you also have your reasons to block all of your friends, almost get someone killed and not listen to any of us when we tried getting you to come here." yoongi snapped.

"i-i almost killed s-someone?"

his eyes drew to the person whom was unconscious on the bed. he walked over to their body and held their hand with both of his.

"i... did this?"

nobody answered, they all weren't in a good mood. tears formed on the brim of the kid's eyes as he couldn't believe if he truly did something like this or not. he held the waterworks from spilling out. he looked glumly at his unwell friend, when a hand pressed into his shoulder.

"n-none of this is your fault, taehyung. i promise." a voice lowly cracked. he wasn't okay, no, namjoon was definitely not okay.

the kid's frantic eyes gazed upon the patient's unconscious body sadly, his hand caressing their arm gently.

"w-what happened?"

"oh, wouldn't you like to know, taehyung?" yoongi said furiously.

"yoongi, that's enough."