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

2022, Jul 21 - Jimin (Woo Hyunsung & Yoongi Hyung)

(A/N: POV #1)

[Places: Practice room, hospital]

Namjoon hyung and Hoseok hyung were caught up in the whirlwind brought on by the redevelopment news. We tiptoed around each other, unable to say about it. In reality, the map of the soul sounded more preposterous. But I kept thinking about it and wanted to find out more about it.

When I left the practice room, I saw the road sign for Gyeongil Hospital. It was ten minutes walking distance. With my hands in my pockets, I walked looking down. Not on purpose. But I looked up and saw my reflection in a shop window. I looked like a boy walking with stooped shoulders or an old man without a hope or will to live.

The man's name was Woo Hyunsung. He must've been my abeoji's age, but I couldn't be sure. He kept saying, "The map of the soul was wrecked." Hearing that, I used to wonder if the map of my soul was also wrecked. Were the people locked up in the ward because the map of their soul was wrecked and they no longer knew which direction they should be headed or what choice should they make?

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(A/N: POV #2)

Woo Hyunsung didn't showed up until the waiting room monitor showed the end of sessions for the day. The outpatient waiting room became empty in no time. Had he gotten better so that he didn't need to see a doctor anymore? What should I do then? There was no alternative. I headed to the front door, and when I turned, I saw the side hallway. The hallway I'd run down to escape from this hospital. I slowly walked toward it.

I saw the kitchenette and the emergency staircase; in three more steps would be the end of the hallway. The imaginary line I'd drawn was gone. There were only the plain tiles you saw everyday. There was an alternative. The road to an alternative was there.

I walked back into the hospital and headed to the off limits ward. I took deep breaths. When the elevator was going up to the eight floor, I got all tensed up and couldn't breathe well. Was I really okay? I hadn't had a fit yet, but it'd been only two months. The hospital was still a place of fear, not to mention the off limits ward. The elevator stopped at the eight floor.

There was no one at the entrance to the ward. To get inside, I had to pass through three iron doors. Without a permit, they didn't let anyone in. I had to wait for someone I knew to come out or go in. Since I knew all the nurses and employees at the ward, I didn't think it would take too long. Taking a deep breath, I leaned against a chair. This isn't bad. I can do this. I thought to myself. And time simply passed.

"Hey, escapee!" an employee I knew came holding a tray. I'd known him during my days in the ward. "What brings you back here?" He teased me.

I stood up and said hi. "I didn't get to say goodbye to the nurses." I tried to look as innocent and guileless as I could. But my heart was pounding with my lips parched dry. "I was going to wait here. Can you tell them I'm here?"

He opened the iron door with his card key and said, "Wait in the lounge. I'll go tell them."

I thanked and followed him in. A couple of people were leaving after their visitation, all looking gloomy.

None of the people who came here were happy or cheerful. It was the same for the people who were locked up here and and the people who had them locked up. It was the same with my parents.

When they came to see me, they sat with their faces full of worry. Until I became a good boy who did what he was told to do, I cried and screamed every time my parents left. I would thrash about, kicking and screaming.

"Eommeoni! Take me with you!"

I heard it as soon as I walked into the lounge. Unwittingly, I walked back to the hallway, but I bumped into someone hard and was thrown down on the floor. I banged my head on the wall, and for a moment, the world became pitch black and white again. I felt a buzz in my head and heard a ringing in my ears. I tried to open my eyes but couldn't.

When I finaly opened my eyes, I saw a boy with tears streaming down his face. He was thrown down on the floor like me. "Eommeoni, I'm so sorry! Please take me with you. Eommeoni!" He tried to stand up but slipped again. And a nurse came to get him. He was kicking and screaming, and held onto my arm not to be dragged back. He kept calling out to his eommeoni, but there was no one by the door.

A couple more nurses came, and one of them gave him a shot in his arm. The boy gazed at me and said, "Can you please call my eommeoni? Tell her to take me with her." His face was wet with tears.

His body slowed down and soon became motionless. And the hand that was grabbing my arm fell limp on the floor.

"You shouldn't have seen this. I'm so sorry." One of the nurses said to me as they sat with me in the lounge.

I told her I was fine, but I wasn't. I held my hands tight, but I was still shaking. I felt as if I was filled with something hot and mushy up to my throat. Unable to swallow it or spit out, I felt I would suffocate on it.

The nurse told me, "Jimin, it is normal not to be okay. It was heartbreaking for everyone. If this doesn't faze someone, then there is something wrong with that person."

I nodded. I gritted my teeth. And I mentioned Mr. Woo Hyunsung. I tried to make it sound as casual as I could, but not sure if I pulled it off. The nurse didn't seem to notice anything peculiar and told me how he was.

"His session got to rescheduled to Saturday. Nowadays, he suffers an attack everytime he watches TV, so his appointment got scheduled to the last session on Saturday."

(A/N: Moments after.)

I took the elevator down to the first floor. I was walking with my eyes fixed on the floor and holding the ends of my backpack when someone rapped my head. He rapped hard enough for me to see stars in front of my eyes. I lifted my head up and saw Yoongi hyung standing there.

"I told you to call me, but you didn't and you didn't even answer my calls!" He looked mad. I tried to smile. "Park Jimin!" He said my name. He was worried about me.

"I'm okay."

"What do you mean you're okay when you look miserable, as if you've been starving for three days and got soaking wet in the rain. What happened?"

"Nothing. And I'm okay." When I was spilling out those words, something hot and mushy, which I thought I'd swallowed down, surged back up to my throat. "Just something that happen to a normal person." Was what I said as my eyes welled up.

To hide my tears, I hung my head low. When hyung tapped my shoulder, the tears rolled down.

"It's okay. Go ahead and cry."  I burst into tears and I couldn't stop.