Man in Black || myg

𝐗𝐈𝐕. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

Park Soomi

"Taehyung's in the hospital?" Jimin stammered.

"Why would the suspect target Taehyung?" Jungkook questioned.

I was utterly speechless, but they were asking the exact questions swirling around my muddled head.

"You and everyone you love aren't safe..." Yoongi muttered. My breathing quickened as those words finally returned to haunt me. I remembered the exact moment I read that threatening note. I remembered how every muscle in my body tensed up, how I could practically hear my heart pounding in my ears.

My phone buzzed in the back pocket of my shorts, and with trembling hands, I reached towards it.

Are you afraid now?

I quickly powered off the device, the unknown message striking me with a sudden surge of fear.

"Soomi? What is it?" Hoseok asked.

"W-we thought there was nothing to be worried about. W-we said so this morning."

Everyone grew silent.

But one lingering question only grew in volume, terrifying me.

"Is Taehyung okay?"

I anxiously awaited Hoseok's answer.

"There were only minor injuries, and the surgery was successful, but he hasn't woken up yet."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Successful. That was the only word I could focus on.

"We can take you to him now. I have the address," Hoseok said.

I froze.

Do I want to see him? My heart was screaming yes, but my head was saying no.

He ripped your heart to shreds, Soomi. He's fine. He doesn't care about you, and you shouldn't care about him.

But I couldn't help but feel guilty. Taehyung was hurt because of me.

"No...I don't want to see him." I finally managed to answer. Hoseok's eyebrows creased together in confusion.

"What? Don't you want to see your boyfriend—"

"He's not my boyfriend anymore, and I don't need to see him," I said as firmly as possible. His eyes widened in surprise. "Can we just go home, please?" I asked the others.

"It's okay if you want to see him," Yoongi said.

"No, I've made up my mind. Please, let's just go home."

"We, umm, kind of had a surprise waiting for you at the house," Jimin said, rubbing the back of his neck, "but we'll completely understand if you're not up for celebrating anymore—"

"Why wouldn't I be? Of course I'm up for it," I said with a nervous laugh. "What are we waiting for then? I wanna see the surprise."

*

"Okay, open your eyes."

I gaped in awe. With the darkening evening sky, the fairy lights adorning our patio shimmered like stars, and the paper lanterns painted splashes of pastel colors on the dark canvas.

"When did you guys do this?"

"Jimin and I decorated last night," Jungkook responded with a grin.