The Moment of Realizing

Forever Regretting pt.2

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.