misunderstood || bts x red velvet

➣ Fifty Five

"Hello?" Seulgi pushed her apartment door open with a creak as she peeked into the dim living room, the afternoon sun being blurred by translucent sheer curtains. "Jimin?"

His room door was closed, which would usually be odd, but since the confrontation at Jungkook's apartment he'd closed himself off from her.

Which made trying to rediscover their friendship a lot harder.

She stepped closer to his room and heard nothing but silence. No sound came from any corner of the cozy area and Seulgi was fairly sure he wasn't home.

But it wouldn't hurt to check.

Pushing the room door identical to hers, she peered inside, half hoping for him to be there and half hoping for him not to be. As she shifted her upper body so it was inside more, she realised it was the latter.

So much for time with Jimin.

His room was slightly larger than hers and she laughed to herself as she remembered the day they met-

Dizzy.

Seulgi squeezed her eyes shut and grabbed at the door frame, her sweaty hands luckily placing themselves on solid wood. A woozy feeling began flowing from her head downwards and she knew that it was going to happen.

It happened a lot less lately, but it still happened.

She opened her eyes-

Wrong move.

Instantly her vision began shrinking as black took over the edges and blurred the room away.

And as she heard the front door unlock, the woozy reached her legs and she fell to the ground with a soft thump.

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Just as Jimin stuck his head through the front door, he saw a familiar body fall to the ground with a soft thump.

"Oh my Go-" He dropped his keys onto the floor and sprinted forwards before sliding rock star style on his knees, across the floor until he was beside her. "Gee thanks for making life so much simpler and less painful for me Gi." He muttered under his breath.

Effortlessly, he slid his arms under her limp form and carried her to the sofa. Although he'd experienced this before, he would always worry that this was it. That her mind and body had given up.

That she would never wake up.

A chill climbed up his spine as he set her down on the soft cushion and sighed, taking his own seat on an identical armchair beside the sofa.

Please wake up.

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Been awhile huh?

Seulgi blinked awake to the view of her dirty white ceiling and sighed.

What now?

Last time she passed out she experienced two of the most painful moments in her life. She was not looking forward to what was going to happen now.

Can't I just wake up? Do I have to go through with this?

Of course she had to go through with it. She sat up and felt around her. The same brown sofa and the same throw cushions. There was no one else in the room.

Confused, she stood and walked over to the two bedrooms, her steps light and airy. Each bed was made to pristine condition and both rooms were neat.