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十二

I'm walking on the street, alone. It's warm. I'm looking around for clues about Jimin.

I miss him.

I came all this way for a boy I've known for only around a week.

Why am I doing this?

For Jimin. I can't give him up.

I came all this way for something. I can't come back without him.

I find myself staring at the trees again. The motion of the leaves is so comfortable to me.

I shake my head and keep walking away from the house.

I turn left to the first street I saw that crosses horizontally.

I kept walking and thinking.

Am I really doing this?

I'm already here, in Busan.

I wonder what my mom would say about me skipping this much school days.

She doesn't care about me.

My dad divorced her when I was four, so I don't really remember him a lot.

She was very nice, very caring, I loved her and she loved me.

I came out to her a few years ago.

She completely cut off contact with me. I remember the way she reacted.

Going from laughter, to tears and to screaming.

My mom is bipolar.

She got diagnosed with it a long, long time ago.

I miss her.

What would she do if I told her I liked Jimin?

Do I really like Jimin?

Yeah, I do.

What if Jimin is straight?

I stop walking.

I didn't think about this at all. I feel tears stream town my eyes.

I wipe them off and keep walking. I don't care. All I need is him beside me.

I finally realize I don't know where I'm going.

Not metaphorically talking, like my life isn't organized, but I actually don't know where I'm going. Physically.

I look around and notice I walked for a really long time.

I'm lost.

I begin to panic.

What if I can't find where Jin's house is?

I turn around and run, my vision becoming blurry.

I turn right on the first intersection I find, not noticing the light is red.

A grey car hit me. Hard.

I fell down, my head hitting the concrete road. I felt an immense pain on my right ribs.

The driver opened the door and ran towards me.

"Taehyung? Taehyung! What are you doing?!"

A familiar voice wakes me up.

I open my eyes, head still ringing from the impact.

I notice Jin's distressed face before passing out.

-.-.-

I wake up in a hospital gown, the neon lights blinding me.

"He's awake."

I can't see anything. I feel immense pain in the back of my head and ribs. My wrist is killing me as well.

A nurse starts asking me questions like "How many fingers am I holding?" or "What's your name?"

I answered nonchalantly. I heard the nurse talking about brain damage.

I recall what happened and begin panicking.

I try to rise up from my bed, but a group of employees order me not to move.

Jin enters.

I see the worry in his eyes.

"J-Jin. Let me go, I need to find Jimin. I nod to find him! Please!"

I break down in tears.

"T-Taehyung, you have two broken ribs, a sprained wrist and a fracture in the back of your skull. You really need to rest."

I stop moving and stare at Jin.

"F-For how many time do I have to stay here?"

Jin talks to the nurses for a few seconds before looking back to me.

"Three weeks in the hospital for surgery and six weeks to heal in total."

My vision blurs up and I faint.

I wake up with immense chest pain and I try to take deep breaths to make it better, which only makes everything worse.

I start crying, lost in my own thoughts while a group of nurses transport me to a surgery room.

While a group of surgeons prepare me for a surgery, Jin walks towards me.

"W-Wha- Where am I..?"

Jin sighs and closes his eyes before responding.

"You broke two ribs on your right side of your ribcage. It's serious. You're going to have to need surgery to replace them before being sent back home to heal."

I stare at him while a group of surgeons quickly  place me on another bed.

A doctor asks Jin to leave.

While the surgeons put a mask on me, I think.

Who paid for my surgery?

-.-.-