Jimin's POV
I went to the beach after leaving Taehyung's house. I know he wouldn't be here, but the memories here calmed me down. His appa was fucking scary. I hope Taehyung is okay.
I look at the time on my phone. It's already 2 a.m. I should get back home. When I make my way onto the sidewalk I hear crying.
"Hyung, I need help. It's really serious and I need you right now," the voice rings throughout my ears. I know that voice. I turn to Taehyung and walk towards him when I see him suddenly collapse.
I run to him and see a pool of blood flow out of him. I should've never left him alone. "Don't worry, I'll get you some help," I reassured him.
I hear his phone go off and I look at the screen. It was Namjoon calling. I answer the phone for him. "Tae, where are you?" he asked. "Namjoon, this is Jimin. Taehyung is really injured right now. I found him near the beach. He's bleeding a lot. I need to call an ambulance or he'll die," I tell him.
"Whatever you do don't call the hospital just yet. They'll ask what happened," he replies. "Does that really fucking matter right now? He could die in a matter of minutes if I don't do something. I love him, I can't leave him like this!" I yell.
"Chill, I'm on my way. Just don't do anything. I'll figure out what do when I get there," he answers. "But-" I look at the screen and see he hung up on me. That bitch.
I see a car pulling up to us not long after our call. Namjoon examines Tae closely. "Damn, he's losing too much blood. Call 911 right now," he pressed down at the wound with his shirt.
After I finish calling them I turn to Namjoon. "Tae, can you hear me? I know you have the best hearing in the world, so please listen to me. You're gonna be okay, like you always are. Just hold on and don't you dare die on me...or Jimin.
"I don't know what you see in him, but he's fucking crazy. Though he did find you for me, so I guess I owe him. You should be glad you have two people looking out for your scatter brain," he said to Tae.
Seeing him speak like this made me so afraid. Was he going to be okay? Was he going to die? Is another person going to end up leaving me? I can't handle this, especially now that I see what he has to live with. It makes me sick.
More tears start to form in my eyes. Namjoon looks up at me and put his hand on my shoulder. "He'll be okay, he always is. Has he told you about the time he jumped off a cliff? He almost got paralyzed," he softly chuckled.
"Yeah, he told me. He's still so naive sometimes," I say. I hear alarms go off around us. There was the ambulance. They get a carrier out and lift him onto it. I get into the truck with Tae and Namjoon rode in his car.
I grasp his hand as I see the oxygen mask being put on over his head. They rush him into the E.R. while I worry in the waiting room.
Namjoon takes a seat next to me and sighs deeply. "Well, this has taken a turn for the worst." I show him a concerned look. "Is he okay?" I asked.
"From what I heard the doctors say, he should be okay to leave in about two days. He just needs some stitches and bed rest," he informs me.
"I'm glad he's fine." I felt a wave of relief flow over me. "Do you know what happened that caused this?" he wondered. I nod.
"Your appa found out about us and freaked out. I guess he took it too far. Tae forced me to leave once it happened so I would be safe. I was so worried and then I found him out on the street like that. It didn't make me feel better," I mentioned.
"Life sucks when it springs stuff on you like that. Once Tae gets out of here, I'm going to make him move in with me. It's ridiculous if he has to stay with my appa anymore. It just might take some time. My appa is not a person to mess with," he shuddered at the thought.
"Do you even think Tae can leave? It sounds like he doesn't have a choice to leave or stay. He's trapped here. You can't just run away, even if you keep him safe. What if he starts hurting someone else? If you just run, he could end up abusing other people. You have to deal with him before anyone else," I advised.
"I wish I could, but I don't know how," he sighed. "Reporting him to the police is always an option," I suggested. "Last time I reported it, no one believed me. My appa is a very persuasive person, no one outside my family would think he's anything but a saint. That's how it is when you have a psychotic parent," he told me.
"Though there has to be another way-" "Even if there was, I've probably tried it already. That man is unstoppable. There's no way of limiting the powerful impact he has put on people. That's just the reality, both Tae and I have accepted it. Nothing he does surprises us anymore," he admitted.
"Can you still and at least try to contact the police, for Tae's sake," I pleaded. He hesitated, but nodded still. I muttered a small thank you.
I hung my head, dropping the subject and waiting for Tae to be alright. Patience is not one of my best qualities. Sitting around like this, doing nothing is driving me insane. I drift off into sleep after being so exhausted.
...
"Jimin, wake up," he nudged me on the shoulder. My eyes slowly fluttered open. "Tae's awake and we can see him now," he told me. My eyes widened in excitement. I got up and frantically looked around. "Which room is he in?" I wondered.
"Follow me," he says. I trailed behind him and was lead to room 145. I see Tae looking bored out of his mind and I feel better. He's still his crazy self.
"How's my alien?" Namjoon apparently calls him that too. "Joonie! You're here. How did you find me?" he wondered. "This crackhead over here," he signaled over to me.
I roll my eyes at him and go over to Tae's side. "Chimchim, you should be at school right now. You already missed a week of school, if you miss anymore you'll fall behind. Exams are already happening and if you don't take them you'll graduate later than everyone else," he scolded me.
"Do you think I care about school right now? Tae, you're in a hospital right now. There's no way in hell I'd not be here," I replied. "I'll be fine, go to school," he insisted.
"There's no way I'm leaving until you get discharged. It's your fault that you're dating me. Don't complain if I want to keep you company," I told him.
"Fine," he gave in. "Stop grossing me out. You guys fight like an old married couple. It's sick," Namjoon complained. "I bet you're worse when you're with Jin," Tae said. "Well, you're not wrong," he joked.
Taehyung's POV
Jimin stayed with me the whole time while I was at the hospital. It was sweet, but I sensed something wasn't right. What happened when I passed out?