❝ 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸
𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲. ❞
━━━━━ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a girl found a whole
new world within the presence of a stranger
and realized how much she hoped that life
would go easy on her...
"Where's Jimin?" A question naturally fled out of Yoongi's lips, noticing that there were only five members in the dining area.
"He refused to leave the room." Taehyung gave him a pointed look, sighing. "It has been a rough week for him."
On spur of moment, the appetite for breakfast ceased to exist as the thought of their absence brother came to mind. The seven of them were indeed like a sequence of dominoes, one toppled down, so did the rest. Jimin had been opened up about Crystal to them, but after the night of Rose Bowl, he pulled himself back to cut his story short.
There was one night at this week when they found Jimin practicing over and over again until he couldn't even stand up properly, and the next thing happened he just burst into tears. Are you okay? became such a complex question for him, he wanted people to think he had no weakness, yet all he wanted to do was crying his heart out.
Because Jimin had no idea what he had to do to mend everything, to turn back the time before they happened, to suppress the aching sharp pain within his whole body.
"Still no good news?" Seokjin asked, poking his meat with no interest.
Jungkook shook his head, his gaze fixated on the untouched food before him blankly. "I don't think there'll be one."
"Yeah," Namjoon agreed morosely. "I've searched about ARDS, most patients end up in. . . mortality."
"But, according to Jimin, Crystal's a strong girl, she has survived more than five years." Hoseok attempted to encourage the others to think positively, but his own voice betrayed him since it also sounded hollow. "What makes it different this time?"
Taehyung cracked a mournful simper at him, appreciating his efforts to convince them that there was always hope. "There are consequences for those years she survived, hyung."
"Well, we can't fix this for him," Yoongi exhaled a breath, running a hand through his hair. "Let's just be there and give him support."
But, maybe at this point, Jimin needed more than support. It was truly dreadful how things could change so quickly, last week they still called each other and even stayed up all night to watch Tangled, but now, all he got was the operator woman who conveyed that Crystal's phone was off.
His thoughts had been in disarray since Rory told him that Crystal had fallen into a comatose state, the kind of situation that goosed him degenerate into perplexity about how to react because one he was miles away, two he was afraid—climactically afraid not because he had no chance to say goodbye, but because of the fact that he needed to learn to live without her.
