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And they realized that the point of life was to follow your destiny, see the sunrise, enjoy the little things, the beauty and the sadness. Realize the chances that you of all people were created somehow, and that in a way, no one is special. We're all just little glitches and the world is like a video game.

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chapter 7: when things change

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The next few days were like a blur. In the five minutes, they called an ambulance, and it came. In the next ten minutes, a few of them who were closest to Yoongi were in the ambulance with him, heading to the hospital. In the next fifteen minutes Yoongi was taken into emergency. For the next hour, Namjoon, Jimin and Jin were sat in the waiting room. The youngest crying, not able to take any of the food offered to him by hospital staff. In the next four hours, Hoseok, Jungkook and Taehyung arrived. No updates about Yoongi ever spoken to them.

"Family of Min Yoongi?"

Jimin stands up faster than light. "Yes? Here! That's m-me." The dried tear streaks are evident under his widened eyes. The nurse looks him up and down with concern for a second, making him uncomfortable, before coughing and looking at her clipboard.

"He's physically stable, you can visit him in a few minutes, though he's still asleep." The nurse starts, Jimin letting out a sigh of relief that he's still alive. His knees start to shake so hits sits down, and the nurse continues. "Though the doctor does have suspicions that he may not wake up too soon."

"But you said he's stable?" Jin questions, standing up straight as his overgrown bangs fall over his eyes.

"Yes, but.." she pauses. "Dr.Chan said that he's in a.."

"Coma." Jin finishes her sentence. The nurse nods, pressing the clipboard against her chest. Jimin slumps down, putting his head in his hands. The group is silent, only sound being a few choked sobs from the ravenette.

Namjoon stares straight ahead, thinking.

"Namjoon-ah, take this." Yoongi hands him a notebook and a pen, his natural black hair peaking out from his favourite beanie. "It's a journal I bought for song writing, but I have too many, so I thought I'd give it to you. To write down any emotions you remember, or poems or whatever you want."

"Thanks hyung, you didn't have to." Namjoon takes the journal from the older, the mint condition cover appearing brand new. Immediately he felt attached to it.

Yoongi smiles, the genuine expression now unfamiliar on his face. "I wanted to."

"Joonie?" Namjoon breaks out of his trance, feeling a wetness on his cheek, rolling down. He wipes it away, gaze blank as he looks down and feels the eldest's arms wrap around him. Namjoon closes his eyes as Seokjin rests his head on his shoulder, the younger knowing that the pinkette probably felt overwhelmed by everything happening.

"You cried." The older mumbles, eyes resting on Namjoon's hands. His head is crowded with voices yet all he can think of is the present. He rests his palm on top of the younger's, holding his hand gently.

"Yeah." Namjoon's voice comes out hoarsely, eyes opening with a gloss covering them. He shakes his head and slouches. "It's just the chances of waking up from a coma.. they're really slim."