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Survival - Jung Hoseok - Chapter 26.2

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I softly chuckled by myself like a deranged psychopath in the dim medical room as I slowly got onto my feet, then turned to stare at Yangcha's pale face. I gently squeezed his cold hands for the last time and strode out of the room with the keychain clenched tightly in my palm. I could no longer feel myself... all I felt was the dreadful hollowness swelling inside my chest.

"Are you okay?" Taehyung quickly got up from the bench the moment he saw me.

"Me? I'm fine," I scoffed, dismissively waving my hands at him. Taehyung frowned unsurely at me.

"Transfer Jae Yangcha to the Kim's mansion. I'll take care of his funeral," I instructed, stopping in front of the doctors, who immediately bowed at me in fear. Did they just recognize me now? [Edited]

"Transfer Jang Yangcha to the Kim's mansion. I'll take care of his funeral," I instructed, stopping in front of the doctors, who immediately bowed at me in fear. Did they just recognize me now?

"You can't do that, your parents-"

"Wae? Are you going to stop me too?" I blankly smiled at Taehyung. He fell quiet and tried to search my eyes for whatever he was looking for, but I guess he didn't find it, so he frowned at me with an anxious look. 

"No, I won't stop you," Taehyung gulped at me. Good, at least I don't have to hurt him.

"Take me to Jimin, please," I sighed as I walked up to Taehyung's bike and placed the helmet on my head without his assistance. 

"I told you-"

"I know you know where he's at. So, will you take me to him?" I asked, locking my eyes with his. At this point, Taehyung was very uneasy by my sudden 180-degree change. He sucked in his cheeks and hopped onto his bike without another word. I need my safety pin... or I'll explode...

Taehyung sped down the highways and through a large empty field before zig-zagging between small alleys. Just then, I felt something cold on my hand. It's raining... and before I realized it- we were racing through a heavy shower of cold droplets. Thunders clapped across the dark sky, followed by a loud earsplitting boom. Instead of leaning backward, I leaned against Taehyung's back and tightly wrapped my arms around his waist. Taehyung briefly glanced at me through his mirror but said nothing, so I averted my eyes to watch the blurry view. I like the rain... it makes me feel at ease... I like it... I'm slowly fading away. 

After an hour's drive, we finally came to a stop under the heavy rain, soaking wet. We were in a dark empty street, so the only light source was Taehyung's headlights. I hopped off the bike and turned to look at Taehyung. He glanced away with an uptight expression. Sighing, I turned to find... Park Jimin... standing in front of us. The headlight... illuminating his sullen face. He was standing in the rain... holding an umbrella over his head. I felt a sharp pain hammering against my chest in his presence. Ah... that's right... it's always reminding me that I'm still alive.

Jimin stood watching me stiffly in his usual gray sweat pants and an oversized T-shirt. Slowly... he averted his eyes to Taehyung in disappointment. I guess Taehyung didn't tell him I was coming. I was about to take a step forward when Jimin suddenly turned around and numbly walked away. Crack... the lightning lit up the sky... everything slowed down as I stood watching Jimin turn his back on me... boom. The thunder clapped over our heads, causing pain to surge through my entire body. All I could hear was my own unsteady breathing and the pouring rain droplets hitting the asphalt road. I watched Jimin walk away from me in a painful realization. I won't let it happen. Not today. I took a step forward, walking at a slow pace, then... I began jogging, and even before I knew it- I was sprinting at full speed towards Jimin. I lost Yoongi once... because I was weak... I won't let it happen again.