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RANDOM BOY -
In a shocked state, we five made our way to the hospital with a passed out Mika. Yoongi and Hoseok in their car while me, Jungkook, Mika and Yugyeom in one car since Yugyeom looked really absentminded and concerned for Mika. We didn't want to risk getting into accidents.
With a heavy heart and wet cheeks, I kept asking Jungkook who the caller was. But him being in a shocked statement, it just made him burst out in tears. I felt my heart clenching and stopped asking, finally realizing that it would be better to not work him up more than he already was. I pitied my poor boyfriend as he sobbed shakily. He seemed to be so happy just a few seconds. Life really is a rollercoaster. You're in for one hell of a ride.
I flew away in my own thoughts. Namjoon, the boy that worked at the gas station Jungkook always mentioned. I didn't know much about Namjoon but did know that he was Seokjin's bestfriend. Seokjin was Jungkook's senior who used to help Jungkook out of the bullies grasps before he unfortunately passed away. I guess Jungkook and Namjoon got close after Seokjin's death.
I was right now sitting on the passenger seat quietly crying in sync to Jungkooks sobs, holding his hand to be there for him while he tried his best to drive carefully towards the hospital where we'd find Namjoon. I glanced back at Yugyeom who kept sobbing in the back, holding Mika who had just opened her eyes. Mika, my first love that gradually became one of my closest friends.
While my mind drifted away I kept staring at Mika. This all seemed to affect her the most out of us all. What was her connection to Namjoon? I attempted to ask her twice but couldn't sound the words out. I looked away from her and fell back into my seat, silencing all my curiosity.
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I was tapping my fingers against the green hospital armchair as I watched Jungkook who was standing on the parallell side, softly hitting his head against the wall. I tried to stop him but it was impossible. Hoseok was staring down at the floor and Yoongi had fallen asleep, his head leaning against Hoseok's shoulder.
I did recognize Hoseok. I remember the first and only time I saw him while I tried to confess to Mika. I had managed to catch a glimpse of Hoseok's facial features, and also grow hatred for him. But now, I just thought I was being pathetic. To stop myself from falling into flashbacks, I shifted in my chair, my eyes leaving the two boys and going further, looking at the other couple.
Mika was dry crying now. Her tears wouldn't come out. Yugyeom was just embracing her as he tiredly tried to whisper soothing words in her ears. Or at least, That's what it looked like he was doing. My eyes caught on someone else, standing a bit more in the back sitting on the floor, his face hidden in his arms as he leaned against the wall.
I stood up from my chair quietly as I made my way towards the stranger. I noticed how dirty the beige pants he wore were, and how his grey strands of hair were spread out all over his head, some drenched in tears, plastered to his jaw, some just messily hanging to his neck.
Two steps away from the boy, I 'cleared my throat', staring intensily at the boy who dropped his arms down and looked up at me. His brown orbs surrounded by redness, cheeks also red and aching, trembling lips and a facial expression I found hard to read.
"A-are you o-okay?"
I asked, mentally facepalming myself. It seemed quite obvious that the torn out boy was everything but okay. But I wanted to know who he was so that was a good question either way. The boy opened his mouth just to shut it as I saw him gulp. Then he tried again.
"I-i..."
He closed his eyes as another tear rolled down his cheeks.
"...I-i don't think-k I'll be okay-y if he's de-ead.."
He whispered out in pain as multiple tears rolled down his cheeks and a loud sob left his mouth before he cried into his arms again. I squatted down to his level, grabbing a hold of the stranger's hand, earning his attention once again.
"Who are you here for?"
I asked more calmly before I, while still holding his hand slided in to sit besides him. I just had to comfort him. My guts didn't want me to do otherwise.
"My cous-sin..what about y-you?"
He asked and it hit me hard how deep of a voice he actually had. But that thought was quickly shrugged off as I let out a kim namjoon. I don't know my relation to said boy. I know him, but not enough to call him a friend. The boy gasped in between two sobs as he pulled his hands away from me and stood up.
"Th-hat's my cous-sin!"
He shouted as I just now understood that this boy wasn't mentally normal right now. I found myself looking at him in shock, feeling the burning stares from ten other eyes. As the boy kept stuttering and begging me to say this was all a dream and that everybody was just joking around when they said Namjoon had died. He shook my body repeatedly as I felt my cheeks drench in tears again as I pulled him in a hug and muttered two I'm sorry's while caressing his back.
That made him shut up and cry louder and soon Jungkook showed up and hugged the boy too, the two of them seeming to know each other.
"Any relatives of Mr.Kim here?"
An unfamiliar female voice asked politely when we just got a bit silence, making both Jungkook and the stranger turn around and shout me evenly with Mika. Before I could tell Jungkook to calm down, he had pulled the stranger with himself and Mika followed and they were going away while crying,
