I woke up when I felt a hand lightly squeezing my hand. I look up through half closed eyes to see Erica looking at me with a confused expression painting her face.
"Yoongi, what are you doing here?" she asked retracting her hand from mine, her voice hoarse and croaky instead of the normal sweetness, words falling out in a whisper. Sitting up straighter I ask her if she wants anything, ignoring her question.
"Water will work. You didn't answer my question. How is Jimin? Why are you here?" she shoots question after question failing to notice how my eyes are teary while I adjust the pillows and sheets so that she can sit on the bed comfortably.
"Why do you always lie to me?" I fire back in a weak voice, passing her the bottle of water one of the maids got me the previous night, sitting back down on my chair looking right into her eyes. She diverts her gaze meekly.
"I don't know what you are talking about"
"You know it very well. The message that you sent, couldn't you just say the truth about Jimin getting mad at you? Had to lie, why? I have never gotten mad at you. I've never judged you. Why do you always lie? Why do you always hide things? Why do you always close yourself up, put you walls so high no one can bring them down? Why do you shut me out after opening up to me?"
"Didn't want to worry you. How is Jimin? I know he saw me bleeding. Please tell me he's alright" she says.
"He's fine. Just guilty about what he did, getting mad at you, not returning home on time and what not" I reply not wanting to bring up a conversation about her condition, trying to swallow down the lump in my throat.
"I'm sorry if I hurt you. I can see it in your eyes, you don't have to hide it" she said noticing the tears.
"I'm not hurt"
"Then hug me" I look back at her in shock not keeping my face turned away from her any longer.
"W-what?"
"I said hug me if you're not hurt" she replied, keeping her face neutral, a small smile threatening to break through. My body reacted way too fast for my mind to agree with giving me a whiplash, but I didn't mind it. I didn't mind it when she ran her fingers through my hair and I started crying, sitting there on her bed, wrapped up in her embrace. I didn't mind when she started rubbing my back to calm me down. It felt nice so why would I mind. It felt like she cared about me just as much as I did for her so why would I mind. I didn't.
After some time I pulled back from the hug, only to see a small smile lingering on her face. I ask her to relax while I go check if Jimin is awake or not. Jimin was shuffling things around trying to find something when I knocked on his open door. He turned to face me and inquired about his sister's health.
"She is awake and wants to see you. She was never mad at you, Jimin. She will always love you no matter what" I say while making my way back out of his room and towards Erica's. Erica had made herself more comfortable in the bed, now staring at the cold coffee mug lying on her bed side table. I ask her about it and she whips her head towards me.
"I made this coffee before father came up to my room. It's stale now. I'll ask the maids to throw it away. You called the hospital?" she inquired glancing at the needle pushed into her skin and the blood bag hanging from its stand.
"I did but don't worry I made up a lie about you coming back from the hospital after recovering from an accident and the wounds opened again after you fell down. I just needed to get you blood. I had already covered up the rest of the cuts and bruises but you had lost a lot of blood" I reassured her before Jimin hesitatingly shuffled into the room, looking down at the floor, playing with his hands. I excused myself and picking up the mug from her table I left the room heading towards the kitchen to get some breakfast and coffee for Erica, Jimin and myself.
Erica's point of view:
Jimin took his seat on the edge of the bed, still looking down. I knew it was because he did not want me to see his tears. Drops of the salty water making their way down his cheeks and onto the bed sheets when I held his hand, making him look up at me.
"I'm not mad Jimin. It wasn't your fault. I deserved it. I couldn't keep you happy like I promised mom. I became the reason for your anger and tears. I'm sorry" I initiated the conversation that we both knew we had to have by cutting the silence. Jimin's sobs grew in magnitude as he pulled me into a hug. I winced in pain, patting Jimin's arms asking him to let me go, letting out a grunt when he released me. His hands were putting pressure onto the cuts caused by the glass pieces on my stomach.
"I'm so stupid. I let my anger get the best of me. Please forgive me. I'm sorry I was so rude to you when all you did was take care of me. I'm so so sorry"
"I'm sorry too Jimin. I should have told you about me and Yoongi going out before. I just thought you'd distance yourself from him as well as the others and I could not bear to let that happen because of me" I apologized wiping Jimin's tears from his cheek with my thumbs and squeeze his cheeks with both of my hands.
"You're looking like squished marshmallow when I do this. Wanna check it out in the mirror?" I say with a smile. He lets out a giggle, slapping my hands away while wiping at his eyes himself. Just then we both turned our heads to the door to the sound of Yoongi standing in the door, carrying two plates of breakfast, a maid standing behind him carrying the third plate.
He walked into the room handing Jimin's plate to him while the maid gave me mine. He took a seat on the chair near the bed and we started eating our breakfast. Soon the maid came in with a tray carrying three mugs of hot coffee, the typical scent of coffee beans already floating in the room. I messaged the café owner saying I will not be able to attend work for a few days on Jimin's request and picked up the coffee set aside for me. After breakfast, Jimin leaves the room going to his own to prepare for his day at school while Yoongi gets up to leave for his home.
"Thank you for taking care of Jimin and me. I'm sorry for causing all this trouble" I say it out loud before he leaves the room, his feet stopping as soon as he hears me. He nods saying a quiet 'no problem' before heading his way and I knew he was not okay.
"Mistakes are always forgivable, if one has the courage to admit them" – Bruce Lee.
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A/N : Hello readers. Hope you're doing well. Thank you for reading the story and supporting me. Hope you like this part.
Pls put in a inline comment to ask me to study. I really really need it. Exams are approaching and I've become too lazy to study for it. I really need the moral support....Thanx
