Kitten ( Namjoon x BTS)

35- Awake

[Jimins POV]

It had been exactly 17 days, 5 hours, 57 minutes and 25..26..27..29...30 seconds since Namjoon was in hospital. Still, no response.

I was currently sitting beside him, wearing one of his baggy sweaters that hid my thin body, and I had a mask and hat on that shielded the paleness of my face. In those 17 days, I ate 3 times. An apple, a sandwich and bulgogi, that was it. I vomited whenever I seen food, I said no when somebody brought me food and told me to eat. Why should I eat when my beautiful boyfriend is trapped in his own body, dying.
I deserved to feel the same pain. I had once used him, and the memory made me flinch, I was an idiot. Using him for my own good, to pleasure myself, not caring if I left him crying or bleeding, and now karma had come back.
I deserved to feel the pain that he felt, or so the voice in my head said, and of course I listened.

Namjoon had gone through radiation and a course of chemotherapy while in his coma, the doctors doing everything they could to try and save him. He was still beautiful of course, and every day Jungkook would wash his face and apply lip balm while singing one of his favorite songs, usually "Euphoria".
Jin would brush his hair and style it liked he usually did, and Yoongi often applied a balm onto his hands, so he wouldn't bruise. He looked beautiful, even in the horrible blue and white hospital gown, with machines and wires everywhere, beeping now and then, he was almost ethereal.

I sighed, cracking my neck, accidentally waking up Taehyung who was on a chair in the corner of the room with a blanket over him.

"You okay Jimin?" he asked, but his eyes were on Namjoon. I nodded, giving him a weak smile. Taehyung sighed and got up, walking to the bedside table and pouring a glass of water before putting some sort of tablet into it, and I watched as it fuzzed and turned the water orange. He slowly walked over to me, and placed it to my lips, telling me to drink.
Before I could ask him what the orange thing was he answered me, "the tablet will give you energy" he simply said, and I nodded before drinking it all, my stomach feeling sick when I did.

Taehyung smiled slightly when I finished, and went back to his corner and sat down. He laid his head on the wall,his eyes closed.
"Jin and Yoongi hyung will be here later" he said, and I sighed once more, meaning I had to go home, where I would be forced to eat, shower and socialize.

Jin hyung had been released from the hospitals 2 days after he fainted, and was diagnosed with panic attacks.
So now, the 6 of us took turns, always making sure Namjoon was never alone. Myself and Taehyung were the ones currently in the room, Jin, Yoongi and Jungkook were at home, and Hoseok was downstairs in the cafeteria.

We had all informed our work but it was fine as we were the owners. However the social media and fans were worrying, all 7 of us normally posted every day or two, and were often seen out and about and went live here and there, and not one of us had done so in the past few weeks. All over the media were questions about us, but we ignored them.

We were told Namjoon could hear us, that he was just trapped inside his body, so we tried to keep all negative thoughts outside his room, and spoke about memories and beautiful things.

I couldn't help but sigh as I held his hand, which had become smaller and frail during his time here. I gently rubbed the skin were the needle was in him, smiling as I spoke to him.