Your Heart's In Danger | Jikook

Unanswered

JIMIN POV

"Jimin!"

"I think he needs more time to rest before-"

"No! I need him now!"

"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave..."

The faint sounds of a nearby argument rang through my fuzzy mind. Not really processing what was being said, I attempted to open my heavy eyes. When luck was obviously not going to help with opening my eyes, I emitted a low sigh and gave up. I wasn't even really sure where I was, but it was slightly chilly. A shiver coursed through me as a cold hand touched my exposed arm. Alarmed, my eyes finally burst open to see whom the icy hand belonged. I couldn't really place who it was. My mind wasn't really working properly. I wonder what had happened to me....

Fixing my blurry vision on the man-at least I'm pretty sure it's a man hovering above me- I tried to recognize him. His black hair was styled up out of his face, dark brown almond shaped eyes, long yet handsome looking face. He seemed familiar.....

"Jimin?" Called the blurry handsome guy in front of me.

"Yes?" I croaked in return.

"I need to tell you something-"

"No!" A firm male voice screeched from close by, "Do not get him worked up! He needs rest, not a brat like you telling him 'bad news' about some 'boyfriend' that you have been babbling on about for the past thirty minutes."

Boyfriend?

"He needs to know!" The handsome guy retorted before turning his gaze back to me. "Jimin, I know it's hard now that you know you have leukemia-"

Leukemia....? I couldn't hear anything else the boy said. All I could think about was that one word. Leukemia. I couldn't have it-right? I have always been pretty much healthy, eating vegetables here and there and always plenty of meat... How could this happen? He must be lying. Yes, that must be it.

By the time I had snapped out of my thoughts, the handsome man was crying. His mouth was still moving, so I decided to let his words flow through my ears.

"I'm so-hic- s-sorry J-jimin. I-I know Jung-jungkook was yours b-but I don't Kn-know what to do!" He sobbed.

His blurry face finally came into focus. It was Jung Hoseok. One of Jungkook's gangmember friends. "What happened, Hoseok?"

"Didn't y-you hear a word I jus-just said?"

He looked at me with sad, tear filled eyes. His cheeks were streaked with the physical form of sadness. Red rings hung around each of his eyes, indicating he had been crying for a while. "Hoseok, what happened to Kookie?"

At the sound of Jungkook's nickname, Hoseok chocked back a wail of despair. He pursed his lips and shook his head sadly.

"Please tell me he's not..."

Hoseok reached a clenched fist up to his mouth to help hold back sobs. Closing his eyes, he look a deep breath.

"Hoseok,"

"He's here,"

"What?"

"He's here in this hospital. He was beaten up and stabbed last night by some ToppDogg members. I was not there with him so what the fuck could I do to help him? He made us stay so he coul' do it by himself. They not sure if he's gonna make it but...we gotta hope, right?"

Everything left my mind. Hoseok left my mind. Leukemia even left. Everything except Jungkook. The boy I had admired from afar for so long and was finally mine was going to be taken from me. I wanted him safe. I wanted him to live. He meant so much to me, how could this have happened?

A doctor walked into my small field of vision and grabbed Hoseok by his shoulder. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. You seem to be upsetting our patient and we can't have that. We still need to give him his report and ask for someone we will be able to call to come for him. Please exit now you may visit later." The white coat waited with an impatient look on his face as Hoseok gave me one last grief filled glance. The tall boy sauntered out with a slouched back and hands tucked in his pockets coolly. When the door swung closed behind the handsome young man, the doctor turned back to me with a very fake, child molester looking smile. "Hello there, Park Jimin, is it?"

I nodded with a hidden glare behind my polite eyes.

"Mr. Park, we ran a few tests the past few hours we have had you, and it seems that you are indeed showing signs of leukemia. Now, we don't know for sure but the odds of it being true are very great. Who would we be able to call to come and help pay for the hospital expenses?"

Hospital expenses? I'm most likely dying and all they care about are the stupid expenses?

He cleared his throat after reading my shut-the-fuck-up-greedy-motherfucker look and spoke again, this time a lot less uncaring. "Do you have parents we can call so you can have some support, I suppose?"

I glared with even more anger. All he wants is money, he could care less about my health. Just when I had opened my mouth to say something I would regret later, a nurse burst through the door and frantically ran up to the doctor. She handed him a small clipboard with only a slip of paper on it.

The doctors eyes scanned the paper for a few moments. He scratched his balding head and looked over at me with emotionless eyes. "Park Jimin, is there anyone you would like to come visit you during this next week?"

"How long am I-"

He cut me off. "Not long. But is there anyone in particular you wish to see? Maybe your parents or other relatives?"

I scrunched my nose at the thought of any of my family being here to see me. There was only one person I wanted to be in here with me. "Yeah there is one person I can think of that I would like having in here with me for a week."

He smiled that perverted smile again. "Who would you like me to call?"

"Jeon Jungkook." I answered without any hesitation at all. I needed to know he was okay. I needed him with me during this, if he was even still alive, that is.