I Can't Breathe

Chapter 30

**Author's note**
Enjoy <3

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"Surprise! Welcome back, Hobi!" A loud ruckus of overly excited cheers erupted from the small little foyer of their penthouse the moment he stepped through the front entrance of their dorm.

Hoseok hadn't expected the sudden welcome committee waiting to receive him straight by the entrance, thus enlightening them with a show of his own as he shrieked and jumped a few feet in the air--to him at least it felt that way-- startled silly.

"Wha- Guys!" He protested pathetically, knowing very well that this was exactly what he was missing.

Home

It was an unspeakable and overwhelming sense of satisfaction. There were no words, not the right ones at least that could possibly be able to describe what he was feeling in that exact moment. To him it felt like he could finally breathe, appreciating the subtle scents that made up his sweet loving home. It was a weight off his shoulders, but an even bigger pressure that was slowly building inside his chest.

These emotions that he was feeling were none other than relief; peace of mind for he was given a second chance at life and he sure as hell wasn't about to waste it, not when he had six loving idiots that he'd called friends waiting for him.

"Are you just going to stand there gawking?" The eldest laughed his contagious windshield cackle, blowing on the small colorful party horn that was wrapped rather nicely between plump lips.

"Yeah, hyung!" Jimin giggled, sprinting forward with opened arms and quickly settling behind the young rapper. "Wait till you see the kitchen-"

Yoongi was holding onto some of their luggage next to their manager when he saw the mochi's immediate interaction and unconsciously stopped him from pressing forward. "Jimin-ah, be careful. His scar is right there." The rapper warned, using a louder tone than his usual slow and raspy one. He couldn't help it if he panicked a little; concerned for his post operated dongsaeng and frowning at the way the small dancer was back hugging the other member.

"What?--Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"No, it's okay. I don't mind. It doesn't really hurt anymore." Hoseok dismissed it with a wave.

Jungkook, ever the curious maknae, walked closer at the mention of a possible cool wound mark. "Hyung, can I see it?" He looked, big round doe eyes doing the trick.

"Sure, you can even feel the staples they used."

"No!" The leader intervened completely scandalized at the preposterous suggestion, much to Yoongi's relief. "None of you will touch it."

"What if I blow on it?" Taehyung geniusly proposed.

Sejin, huffing the last of the bags that were brought from the hospital inside the penthouse, chuckled when he heard the weirdly absurd, yet funny propositions. He had to handle it to these guys to come up with the most interesting of ideas at the wrong time. Exhausted, the man tugged at a piece of his shirt, wiping off the thin layering of fog that had clustered to his glasses, product of his own scorching body heat, before finally addressing them with much more visible clarity. "Boys, Namjoon-ah is right. You have to refrain yourselves from touching Hoseok's wound. It might get infected with all that poking around." He chided softly.

The rest of the team nodded in perfect unison as they shared the same given response to their manager.

"Okay, so now that that's settled. Where do you want me to take these?" Their manager, an easy going guy and good natured as always, smiled motioning to the heavy lugging that was leaning to the side of their feet.