Jin POV-
I was in my room, on my phone, I was kind of disappointed I didn't get to kiss Y/N, when we were so close, if her phone never started ringing I would've had my chance with Y/N.
As I was lost in my thoughts I heard a scream, more like someone yelling, I stood up, off my bed, and walked out of the room to follow the voice, I was listening and I heard Y/N crying in the shower. I knocked the door but their was no reply, I guess she didn't hear me. "Y/N are you okay?" She didn't answer, I was about to walk away, because I decided to give her space, but as I was walking away I heard a loud thud.
I started banging on the door but their was no reply, I looked at my hands and I was shaking, I ran down the stairs into the kitchen and into the closet, where I kept a hammer. I ran back to the bathroom and broke the door.
I made a hole in the door, and stuck my hand in and unlocked the door. When I opened the door I saw Y/N laying on the floor, with blood around her. I panicked and walked up to her, I sat besides her trying my best to figure out what I was going to do. I couldn't take her to a hospital she doesn't want Jimin to find her, so I ended up calling a doctor to come. I carried Y/N to her room and laid her on the bed, she was soaking wet, I felt terrible.
After the doctor came, he treated her injury, and wrapped her head with a white gauze, he then handed me a paper of medications I had to get for Y/N. I thanked the doctor and walked him to the door, and he was gone.
I walked back up to Y/N and realized she was still in her wet clothes, if I let her stay in them she'll get sick, and I really don't think it's what she needs right now.
I looked over at Y/N and blushed, was I about to change her clothes, should I even do that? I took a deep breath and walked to her bag, I grabbed some clothes, and walked back to Y/N.
I pulled the blanket off of Y/N and started undressing her, I tried to close my eyes for most parts, but some parts I really did have to open my eyes. Like when I had to put on the bra, I didn't have any idea how to do it, so I ended up figuring it out. I felt like I was a mother.
After she was finally dressed I carried her to my bed, because her bed was now wet, I dried her hair with a towel easily because I didn't want to hurt her. When I was finally done with what seemed like I was doing it for hours, I laid her down, and covered her up with the blankets.
Her hair was on her face, I moved the stroke of hair and tucked it behind her ear, she was breath taking, as I felt her head a fever was already starting. So I left the room and straight to my car, I had to go get the meds before Y/N's fever got worse.
I drove to the closest pharmacy, I walked in and gave them the paper that had the meds, as they told me to wait. I sat on a chair waiting for the medicine, when a guy walked in the pharmacy drunk, his eyes were puffy it looked like he had been crying, and his hair was messy, he looked terrible. I rolled my eyes at the unpleasant sight, when someone else walked in after him, I noticed the other person, he looked familiar.
"You Bastard!! why would she be in here?" The second person spoke. "I don't know, I'm going to look everywhere, I have to find her!" The drunk guy spoke. The second person turned around now frustrated, as he turned around I knew who it was, it was Jimin, he looked like he also had been crying, I didn't want him to notice me, but he did.
"Jin?" Jimin called out as he walked closer to me. "Jimin, how've you been?" I asked trying to look like I didn't know anything. "I'm living and you? What are you doing here?" I felt bad for him, he looked lost, I wanted to help him but I couldn't. "Uhhh, I just came to get a couple of meds. And you? Jimin are you okay?" I asked obviously concerned.
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