BTS HYYH Notes (Book 1, 2, BUS Game) // COMPLETE [Part 2]

2022, Jun 14 - Jimin (Am I Really Okay Now?)

[Places: Just Dance Academy, bus stop]

"How do you like being back home?" Hoseok hyung asked as he showed up at the Just Dance practice room.

He sounded indifferent but looked worried. Ever since he paid a visit to Jungkook in the hospital, he had been down. Behind him, I saw cars whizzing by with headlights on.

If the seven of us could really become one, Hoseok hyung would be like our guardian, always taking care of us. But he wasn't really as carefree or outgoing on the inside as he seemed on the outside. He acted that way because he thought that's how he should or ought to be, more or less. He responded more sensitively to the pain and hurt of the people around him, and he suffered because of it. And he tried to liven up the mood more because of it.

"Do you know why I went back home?" When I said that, hyung turned around.

"You said I wasn't honest about my narcolepsy, and I felt ashamed. But I felt encouraged at the same time." Hyung smiled.

"You smiled!" Hearing that, he waved his hand and adamantly denied he'd done such a thing.

(A/N: Moments later.)

I left him and got on the bus. I saw him growing distant and thought. What I said to him was half true and half not. He seemed pretty cool as he came clean about having told lies, but that didn't help me muster up courage.

It had been a month since I runaway from the hospital. I went back home, signed up at a hagwon for the high school certificate program, and became a member of Just Dance. While I struggled to adapt to the world, time flew by. I hadn't had a fit, but on days that looked rainy, I became terrified.

"Am I really okay?" I thought looking at the night streets of Songju.

I had been locked up in the hospital for two years because the people decided that I was sick. And that decision was still valid.

After I ran away from the hospital, my parents officially had me discharged, but that did not mean I had been cured. The symptoms were simply lurking inside me like a monster catching his breath in some alleyway.

When I got off the bus and walked into my apartment complex, the air felt moist. I rubbed my arms and walked on.

Am I okay? Am I really okay now?