𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐍

jin

in celebration of my 16th birthday today, i decided to publish another chapter! thank you all so much for constantly supporting me and reminding me of how much you love my work. every single one of you mean the world to me and i don't know where i would be without you all making my day and bringing a smile to my face. i love you all so much!! 💜💜💜💜

YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME

- in which you stay beside jin's hospital bed until he wakes up from his coma

Clicking your tongue in annoyance, you guide your hand to the control panel beside you and push the skip button, a smile of satisfaction blooming on your face when a song that has more beat to it starts playing. Returning your hand to the wheel, you hum the tune under your breath, happily allowing your fingers to tap along to the beat.

Nothing could possibly ruin your day and it's odd that you believe that because it usually isn't the first thought to enter your mind while you're driving home from work.

In fact, your day has almost been too good to be true. After bidding Jin goodbye with a lingering peck, you had driven off to work feeling energised. At work, you had received a free lunch, fresh coffee, a chance to pitch some of your ideas to the board and the chance to go home early.

As you dwell on these thoughts a little longer, your stomach begins to twist with a slow dread; the ever so tight feeling in your middle making you gulp worriedly.

Perhaps your day has only been so good to make up for all the bad that's coming your way.

And just as the thought begins to fade from your mind, your phone starts ringing, breath hitching in your throat.

Furrowing your brows together in confusion, you spare the phone that rests on the seat beside yours a quick glance, noticing that the number calling you isn't saved in your contacts. You begin to worry your bottom lip as the ringing of the phone starts to echo in your head.

And when your heart skips a beat at the thought of simply letting it go to voicemail, you pull your car over to the side of the road, palming your phone immediately after killing the engine.

"Hello?" You desperately call into the device, hoping that you picked up in time to answer whoever is making your skin tickle with goosebumps of nervousness and your breath waver with worry and uncertainty.

"Hello," a deep yet feminine voice responds, "Is this Miss. Y/N?"

"Yes," you reply, allowing your eyes to flutter shut as your hands begin to tremble. "May I ask who is calling?"

"My name is Park Hyebin and I work at Severance Hospital," she politely informs you, her tone slowly dropping into one that sounds thick with emotion and empathy. "Your number was the most recent one dialled on Mr. Kim Seokjin's phone. May I know what your relationship with him is?"

Your heart stops, words getting caught in your throat as your eyes burn with tears. Even though she hasn't said anything yet, you can just tell by the way your heart suddenly sinks that whatever they're calling you for is not good.

"I am his girlfriend," you stutter, swiping at the tears that drip onto your cheeks in individual drops, each one feeling like a cold pinprick to your skin. "Is there something wrong?"

"I'm so sorry to have to be the one to tell you this but Mr. Kim was in an accident a few hours ago and was rushed to hospital with injuries to his head and legs," she explains solemnly, continuing on hesitantly at the sound of heavy breathing and soft sobs coming from your end. "The staff here did their best to stabilize Mr. Kim but he is still in a critical condition."