Jimin, 15 May, Year 22

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Hoseok hyung stood next to me when I opened my eyes. An all too familiar ceiling looked down at me with a familiar darkness. I tried to sit up, but he put his finger up to his lips. Everyone was sleeping. The room was quiet. Hyung offered me a new shirt and jerked his head toward the exit of the hospital.

"We all came together." He said that Namjoon hyung was keeping guard while Yoongi hyung was buying time talking with the nurses. Jungkook and Taehyung would meet us at the elevator. Hyung reached out a hand when he saw my confused expression. I was still in a daze.

I'd dreamed of the day I'd leave the hospital sometimes. I wanted to leave and see my friends so I could spend time with them and laugh and talk the way we did before, but now I didn't know. Was it actually a good idea to leave? My parents hid me here and buried my existence. People whispered that I had a mental illness. I didn't know if Hoseok hyung viewed me the same way. Maybe he thought I was strange. Maybe I made him uncomfortable.

"Come on. We're running out of time." The clock's second-hand sound seemed unconventionally fast because of Hyung's words. The sound of footsteps, like an auditory hallucination, came closer to the hospital room. Hyung and I looked toward the door and then at each other. He never let his hand leave me.

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