the rejected bullet || yoonmin

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[yoongi pov]

yoonji was diagnosed with three types of disorders at the mental hospital we admitted her into in daegu.

one was obsessive love disorder, which sounds like just the name. 

the second was aspd, or antisocial personality disorder.

the last one was borderline personality disorder.

the doctors said that it would be extremely difficult to have yoonji back to a healthy mental state, and they said themselves that it would take a few years for her mind to fully heal. they even said the fact she had three disorders was going to take her a while for her to heal.

hearing this made my heart sink. i felt so bad.

i just knew that if she probably never left my mother and i that one day, for sure she would've been fine.

she would've probably be the person going to me, talking and asking about life things. i would be able to tease her, without her suddenly pulling a weapon on me. we could've walked to school together...

it just ached that i couldn't have that type of sibling by my side.

all because of my mother.

and once i was back in seoul, i was going to ask her.

why?

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[taehyung pov]

"kim taehyung?" i heard from the doctors.

it's been a day since jungkook's surgery. 

thankfully, it was a success to seal up the wound. even though he lost a lot of blood, the doctors said he was going to be alright.

however, after the surgery, he fell into a coma, but the doctors said it wouldn't be for long, and he would wake up after a full day.

"yes?" i heard. everyone else was here, except for yoonji, since she was admitted to a mental hospital earlier this morning. they all turned their heads to the doctor.

"you may come in. i think he's waking up soon." the doctor said. i smiled, so wide.

i was so happy. joy filled my heart once more.

i can finally see those beautiful brown eyes again.

i immediately got up, and bolted into the room he was in.

i saw him. he was still asleep, his hair was brushed neatly, and his eyes were shut. his eyelashes were so beautiful.

i took a seat next to his bed, and held his hand.

everyone else slowly came in.

"jungkook...?" i said quietly. tears were beginning to come.

please wake up...

i wrapped my hands around his hand that was near me.

it was warm and soft. 

it was quiet in the room. we were all waiting for jungkook to wake up.

i leaned onto his chest, and rested my head onto it, still holding onto his hand.

still crying, i closed my eyes. i felt his heartbeat thump below me.