Mental //[J.H.S]//

Love

Y/N's POV:

I shivered as my eyes took in the new surroundings. I felt like absolute shit, my eyes felt swollen, my body was cold and numb. My eyes scoured the new place I was in and I found myself in a worn down motel room, laying on the bed. Why was I here? I needed to be at the hospital not here. Then it hit me.

My breath was stolen from me as my heart wrenched at the imagine of a dead Jungkook engraved in my brain. That couldn't be right, Jungkook had to still be alive! I pushed my aching body to move off the bed and I saw Jisoo, Yoongi, and Hoseok sitting at a small table in the room. "You're awake, thank god!" Jisoo said getting up and rushing over to me. She began to check all over my body in case anything had happened to me.

I started crying as I could not take my mind off of Jungkook. "Oh my god, are you in pain?! Where does it hurt? I'll see about getting you medicine! Just tell me where it hurts!"

I pointed to my heart, "Jungkook...he..." I couldn't get the words I wanted out. Jisoo's eyes lowered as she stared at me with sympathy. "It's all my fault. I'm the one that got him killed. If I hadn't come up with this dumb plan he'd still be alive!" I fell to the ground and began to beat myself up for being so stupid.

Jisoo got on her knees and held my hands so I couldn't hit myself anymore. "Listen to me Y/N, Jungkook is dead, but he knew what he was doing. He knew that he would be saving you by taking that bullet. He loved you so much..." I shook my head. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I love someone like him who was so perfect?

I looked up and saw Hoseok's eyes staring at me but there was no feeling in them. They were dead. Why is he looking at me like that? I sniffled, "Jungkook..." Then there was a loud crash. The small table was thrown against the wall and had a leg shattered. Jisoo got up from the floor to confront the culprit. Hoseok was breathing heavily as his eyes now had anger in them. I stood up from the floor, shaking.

He rushed at me and grabbed my shoulders, slamming them against the wall. "Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook this, Jungkook that! Stop saying his name! Get over it, he's dead!"

"Hoseok let go of her!" Jisoo screamed at him but he wouldn't listen. I looked over his shoulder at Yoongi who was conflicted. He wanted to help but he was frozen in place. Hoseok kept shaking me as tears streamed down my face.

"Forget about him! He doesn't matter! Why do you keep saying his name when I'm right in front of you! My name should be the only name to come from your lips! No one else matters but me!"

Jisoo pushed the syringe in his neck and Hoseok's grip lessened until he fell limp on the floor. "I didn't want to do this, but I couldn't watch him keep doing that to you..." I nodded my head. I wiped my tears away as I kneeled down next to Hoseok's unconscious body. I pushed his hair off his face and frowned.

Everytime I thought I had him figured out something else happens. What's going on in your head, Hoseok? Who did this to you? "Why is he acting like this towards you?" Jisoo asked.

I caressed his face absentmindedly, "He's scared. He's acting violent because he's scared of abandonment. I'm all he has right now."

"He'll wake up in an hour or so, the dose was low." Jisoo said. I nodded and gently pulled his body to lay on the bed. I sat on the bed next to him and Yoongi had sat back down as well.

"Can I ask a question?" Jisoo said. I nodded. "Which Hoseok was that?"

I sighed, "I wish I knew. I want to say though that it was the real one. The vulnerable one." My eyes felt tired as I stared at Hoseok's form.

"You should sleep some more, Y/N. Yoongi and I will stay up for a bit longer." I nodded and laid next to Hoseok before closing my eyes.

I woke up at the feeling of someone cuddling into me. I opened my eyes to see Hoseok's eyes looking into mine. He pushed to move his body into my arms and I adjusted them for him. Childish Hoseok was very well awake. I held him close to me as he buried his face in my chest for comfort.