Wreckage (Jungkook~BTS fanfiction)

♡Chapter 6♡

Hours later, the nurse sends me home. The kid hasn't woken up yet so I walk out of the hospital and wander home. I had to walk home from the hospital when Umma got really sick a few years ago. That was the year Appa got a promotion and barely made it home for holidays.

When I finally reach my house, I unlock the door as quietly as I could. I take off my boots and stuff them behind the closet door. I tip-toe up the stairs, skipping the third step because of its loud creaking.

I stumble into my room and fall face flat on my bed. Moments later, I burst into tears. I try to stop crying but I can't.

I catch my breath and grab my sweats and t-shirt.

When I finally manage to remove my runny makeup and change out of my skin tight leggings, I throw my hair up in a loose bun and go back under my covers and shut my eyes.

A few deep breaths later, I open my window. I need air. I hang my head out and hum a song Appa used to sing to me. I miss Appa so much. Why can't Umma be the one in China right now? I hope Appa is holding up well there. I let another tear fall before I shut my window and get back under my covers.

I see my phone light up from the corner of my eye. It's probably Yuni asking me what happened, or Chanyeol apologizing. I laugh at my hope. Why would he apologize? He's probably asleep. Whatever that drink was, he had too much of it.

I shift myself to the other side of the bed before I completely disconnect myself from the real world.

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I wake up to the reality that I ran someone over while driving my angry, beat up, passed out boyfriend home after a party I snuck out to. Shit.

Umma's downstairs in the kitchen cooking something. I walk over to the bathroom and brush my teeth before grabbing a jacket and stumbling down the stairs.

"Morning," I yawn and hug my jacket closer to me, it's pretty cold out.

"Good morning," Umma says barely looking back up at me asI help set up the table and sit in my usual seat, across from her. She hands me a cup of coffee and she has a glass of tea.

"How'd you sleep?" I try breaking the awkward silence.

"Fine," she responds slowly. "What about you?"

"Fine as well," I nod my head awkwardly. "Umma, would it be alright if I visit my friend at the hospital today?"

She looks up at me and her eyes widen.

"Hospital? Why...?" she trails on.

"I heard they got in a car accident," I say quietly.

"Aish, now you see why I don't want you to drive. What if you ended up in the accident?" she shakes her head. I choke on my eggs.

"Well, can I go?" I ask again, clearing my throat.

"I guess so," Umma says at last.

"Thanks, Umma! I'll take your car," I chirp, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

I run up the stairs, grab my phone, and race out of the house barely slipping on my shoes. Once I hop in the car, I realize I'm still in my sweats. Whatever, it's a hospital anyway.

When the car starts up, I take a deep breath. My palms are sweating and my heart is slamming against my chest. After all, this is my first time driving alone.

Putting the car in reverse, I roll down my windows and pull my hair out of its loose bun. I head on my way to the hospital. The morning breeze in Korea is exhilarating. It waves past my hair and face. I grin to myself and bring my focus back to the road.