Serendipity {Vmin}

40. Progression

A few days later, he was allowed to stand up. This was necessary according to the doctors, so that he would recover as fast as possible, and so the muscles and other important things that his seventeen-year-old, untaught head couldn't understand, wouldn't get damaged further.

They didn't warn him however, how much pain this process would cause. Every movement hit his thigh as a splitting pierce and a numb pressure at the same time even though he used a walking frame. The job seemed easy, grabbing his supporter once or twice a day, and under someone's attentive surveillance, waling to the door of the hospital room, then back to the bed where he could lay back already. What a freedom... And even this much was hard for him.

Jimin listened to the visiting medical groups while rolling his eyes sometimes, who repeated the same thing over and over. Broken femur and ribs, cuts, hopefully complete recover, a little concussion from a few days ago, and etcetera, etcetera.

The Kim family or Hoseok were always present in the room, sometimes more of them looked after him together. From day to night. Twenty-four hours. Of course, he liked his friends, practically his family, but he hated the fact that he couldn't do anything alone, he had to depend on the others with everything, who couldn't leave him alone even for a moment which he would have needed very much to sort everything out in himself. Even if they talked to him, he didn't always answer, just stared at the ceiling, and acted as if he didn't even notice their presence. Sometimes, that was true.

He didn't know why he became so unkind, a jerk, even. It still happened somehow. Because everything bothered him, everything made him annoyed and frustrated. No, he didn't want to watch animes with Taehyung, he didn't want to listen to Namjoon or Jin's chatter, he didn't want to take the encouragement seriously. Still, they tolerated this new grumpy Jimin too, and the boy couldn't decipher why. How they could still act kindly with him after the boy interrupted them to say that he had no interest in what they are saying. Why they stayed even if he didn't even glance at them. Jimin wanted to be alone. And at the same time, his worst fear was to stay alone.

"You must eat something, Chim!" nudged his arm Taehyung, making Jimin flinch.

"Don't call me that" he reached for the aching part where the other's finger pushed him, but he didn't turn to the tray put in front of him.

"'Kay. Jimin? Park-ssi? You still have to eat" crossed his arms the teen and leaned back on the chair.

"I hate all of them" grimaced Jimin. None of them were him.

"Then Jack, and I'm forcing your lunch down your throat."

"I thought that your brothers warned you to not have any violent act towards me."

"And how do you know that?" tilted his head Taehyung and blinked at the other with terrified puppy eyes.

"So, I was right. Everyone's walking around me on tiptoes."

The other cleared his throat as he realized that he got caught.

"Well, Jack, eating is still a must. The threat was for your good. So don't tell anyone about it."

Jimin, getting soft, took hold of the chopsticks and put a small amount of rice into his mouth. Every food felt like sawdust between his teeth, and he had absolutely no appetite.

"Good job, Jack."

"Shut up."

Other days, he woke up in better spirits. Sometimes it didn't take days, only a few hours, minutes were enough for his mood to take a complete turn. Only the direction was at question.