C H A P T E R  F I V E

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❝ Inside the void where there's nothing but darkness and silent cries, and you don't open your eyes, I'm right here— never going to let you fall ❞

H O S E O K 

THE SOUND OF MY HEART POUNDING against my ribcage, blood gushing through my veins are the only the sound to my ears.

It's never beaten this fast—tremendous rapidly against my chest.

My eyes rip open.

Before I know it, I'm on my feet, out of Jungkook's arms, rushing at the raven-haired and chestnut man's side. I grab them by their shoulder and push them off to the sidewalk.

An ear-splitting tunnel echoing honk zooms towards my direction with bright flashing lights. 

I am frozen. 

Standing still, unable to process what's ahead of me, my heart pounds out of my chest, and winter snow struck my face, seeing nothing but blazing radiant waves of light reflecting off my aghast eyes.

The truck honks at me, speeding towards my direction and then slows down to what I hear is a bullet right through my heart. 

It sounds exactly like that like the bullet scissored through the air in a straight line then collided with me.

All in one swift move, the earth tilts on its axis, gravity pulls me down with a loud thud against the cold hard road—everything goes dark just like the black hole inviting any mass object, swallowing it whole in this galaxy—The Milky Way.

And I forget how to breathe.

"HOSEOK!"

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I can't see anything.

Someone, please explain where on earth I am?

I feel like throwing up.

The smell of medicine mixing into the cold atmosphere whipping at my face, chloroform, and the sweet scent of lilies flowing in the air, sting inside my nostrils, flow all the way up into my head, causing there to pain as I lay on a stretcher.

A large bandage is wrapped around my forehead.

My head hurts.  

My eyes are shut and my body aches with incredible pain throbbing the back of my shoulders.

Actually all over my body.

Every single cell living within myself corrupt as if it was my last day, but really only voices. . . . 

Screaming voices reside in my memory, attacking every organ in my body.

Concerned light, rough around the edges, maybe a softer voice also drips as I'm laying in a hospital stretcher, being carried by the wind swiftly, like there are six angles hurrying after what seems like a doctor, pushing the stretcher through the hallway. 

Faint wails yell.

They reverberate off the thin vanilla wall which extends till the very end of what I think is my deathbed.

When we turn, disappearing into nothing but complete dust . . . I feel every organ collapse inside me.

Am I dead?

I don't know if I'm breathing if I'm able to wake up ever again if I'll ever see my family if I'll see everyone who has been by my side since day one and so on. 

If dancing will ever remain in my heart, surge through my veins and heat me on the coldest days.

If I'll ever see my friends. . . . Namjoon, Taehyung, Yoongi, Seokjin, Jungkook, and Jimin—everything went so incredibly fast.

Now it's dark, really dark.

So dark I'm trying to smile the pain away until I realize my lips are tightly pulled down in a frown and that my eyes won't open. at. all. I'm in the hospital room. It's darkly lit, the curtains block out the moonlight. 

"Doctor Kim—is he going to be alright?" I hear Seokjin say breathlessly, panting.

I'm not sure where his eyes are at.

But the sheer desperation in his voice, his heavy pants tells me he's worriedly looking at a doctor.

"Doctor Kim!"

Jimin yells on the top of his lungs, I don't know where he is or the rest. I know for a fact he's bouncing off his feet from left to right; on his tiptoes. He's fighting to make sure I'm alive. A swish of green curtains swish across a window.  

Doctor Kim? That name rings a bell. But then again anyone could be Kim; I remember his name, Kim Channgyun. He took care of me last time when I was sent to the hospital being over stressed. But he doesn't respond, strolling the stretcher into a room. 

He falls to his feet, sighing heavily, and like he usually does even when frustrated, runs a hand through his hair. "Is Hoseok going to be alright?" Jungkook asks, anguish shaking in his voice.

His glassy dark chocolate eyes take in Seokjin's light caramel ones.

Seokjin walks towards Jungkook and pulls him into an embrace, brushing his hand down and up his back to soothe him.

Jungkook cries silently.

Tears roll off his pale hardened cheeks as he lets out shaky breaths under the condolence of Seokjin. Yoongi bolts out of a chair, wrapping arms around them from behind, and whispers, "If only I wasn't so childish if only I listened to her if only I wasn't drunk."

I hear in my mind. I can sense by heart even if I can't see.

I know them.

I know them so well.

I know they're disheartened, what they're doing even if I can't see them with my naked eye. 

They pull away, taking a step back at the sound of a door creaking open to a tall doctor wearing a green cap. His baby brown hair sticking to his forehead.

His face dims, eyes hollow.

"Is Hoseok going to be okay?" Jungkook breaths out, staring emotionally into the doctor's eyes. He grips his fingers around Yoongi's arm when he doesn't get a response.

Doctor Kim's lips pull at the end of his cheek, eyes turn light, and he smiles reassuringly. 

"He's going to be okay."

Yoongi, Jimin, Jungkook, and Seokjin let out a heavy sigh of relief as if they've been holding their breath.

They cuddle in a full hug but an oh leaves their mouth once the doctor says, "But Hoseok has a minor concussion. He'll feel dizzy, confused at who you guys are, the people he knows, but besides that, he'll be alright."

"Oh thank god!" Seokjin exclaims with relief and jumps at the sudden three bodies wrapping around him in comfort.

"C—can we see him?" Jungkook asks softly. 

He sinks his head, eyes bore at the white floor along with the others, hearing voices arrive close.

They slip out a hat from the pocket of their jeans and adjust it on their head, and a mask over their face from being revealed. Doctor Kim doesn't seem to mind as he's trusted and knows about us.

We know and trust him well too, Doctor Kim Changgyun. Now I remember.

I know because he'd ask me how are you. He'd say, is the sun brighter today?

He smiles softly and chuckles.

"Oh don't worry, these nurses are very highly wise and intelligent. They're not going to ask for your autographs even if they really want to," he laughs.

Yoongi stiffens a laugh, his mouth widens and shoulders cave in from Seokjin nudging him. He grinning at Yoongi.

"It'll be alright."

"How can I loosen up when all the fiber being inside of me is yelling for life why I was so childish and stupid and didn't listen, especially didn't listen to my elder!" Yoongi frantically shouts whispers.

He sinks his shoulder in, his gummy smile plasters across his face, noticing Doctor Kim staring at them, disturbed.

Doctor Kim shakes his head, letting out a small laugh.

"Oh don't worry, but if I were you, I wouldn't be woofing over each other here."

Yoongi widens his eyes, narrowing his eyes at Seokjin who has lost his windshield laughter at the moment Doctor Kim explained. Yoongi had his arm in the air, hand balled in a fist, ready to attack Seokjin's handsome face.

"Can we all calm down and go see Hobi? After all, he saved you both and made sure we're okay always, always makes a smile appear on our face and causes us to laugh." He pauses. "He's the center of our universe." At this Jimin sniffles, sucking in a breath to control the tears welling up in his eyes.

"Yeah let's do that. But I think you should visit Hobi first, Jimin." Yoongi insists.

I'm asleep, sound asleep, not really actually. The door opens, I am dead.

I am dead.

"Hoseok hyung, the doctor said you're going to be okay." I feel a weigh dip on the bed, and a hand running through my hair. "You're going to feel hazy and dizzy." 

I groan, unexpectedly seize an arm, "Jimin . . . why are you here? You shouldn't be here. Go home and take care of the boys."

I don't even realize this.

The words I am saying.

 They're taking over a very scary thing called sleep talking.

I hear someone call out to me, Jungkook? Could it be him or is it my father, my mom? It can't be, can it? That I am dead. 

I slowly slip off the bed, stand up and walk out of the room, not knowing what I am doing. 

Only my body drags itself towards a flight of stairs.

My feet lifts and then plop on a stair step before I begin taking steps downs.

A hand quickly grasps around my arm, tightly before I fall.

I know it's Jimin . . . right here, right now, right beside me, never going to let me go even if I die.

A/N: WASSUP PEEPS 😎 your girl is feeling nice so she decided to do a double update.  Over the past months, I'm realizing, growing, and seeing changes as a reader and writer, I hope to write better for you guys in the future. Thank you all for your encouragement and love. 

I know I usually say this, but I'll never get tired of it. I love you 💖 💖  

aerhopeplane I dedicated this chapter to you! I hope you liked it hehe and you're so kind, sweet, and comfortable to talk to when I told you about my problems. I felt better after that, thank you.

Oh, and what are you waiting for readers? Go check her book called Not Yours, a Taehyung ff  💖

Also, I don't know anything about Hoseok personally or Bangtan Sonyeondan personally, so I'm sorry if I get Jhope's doctor name wrong or anything else wrong in this ff because the WINGS Album is focused in this book. I know your probs confused, how Baekhyun and Sooyun are brothers when their last names[surnames] are different.

This is what I mean;

Byun Baekhyun and Park Sooyun [I'll get that into detail later in the story 😉]

Don't you think that was a bit too intense 😭 I personally got emotional writing this so I have no idea what you guys would think and this is just the beginning. More stuff will be happening hehe