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Yoongi laid his head on the washing machine, the house phone clutched in his hand, a painful sob leaving his mouth. He stood up, wiping his face before opening the lid to the washing machine and shoving the freshly washed clothes in the dryer. He started the dryer as he dialed Hoseok, who answered after the first ring. "I'm on my way," Hoseok simply said, hanging up the phone as Yoongi simply tossed it on the couch, sliding his shoes on.

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Yoongi cried the whole way to the hospital, not even bothering to sign himself in, knowing Hoseok would handle it himself as he ran towards the stairway, running up to the 10th floor. His lungs burned but he didn't dare to stop and try to breathe, if he collapsed before he even got to his husband's room, he'd might as well just slide off the stairs. He made it to the room, tripping as he entered the room, locking eyes with the one he had hoped to see.

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