Begin; jungkook

38."We're gonna tag team that south korean bitch."

MIA'S POV.

We were all piled up outside of Jimin's hospital room.

I was tapping my hand on my knees.

The truth is.

I was scared.

A doctor came out of the room and we all immediately jumped up.

Jungkook being the first one. "What happened? Is he gonna be okay?"

"Is he gonna be okay we need answers!!" Jungkook yells.

"Sir please calm down- w-"

"Don't you dare tell me to calm down." He points his finger in the doctors face.

Namjoon grabs his arm. "Chill out."

"Okay. So we have good news and bad news."

I sigh.

"The good news is....he's gonna survive.. he's gonna be fine..."

We all take a deep breath in.

"But see...the bad news is..... Your Friend Here suffered a really bad heart attack, which damaged his breathing...."

"It's best that he stops performing on stage for about 7 to 8 months...."

"A year at the most."

Yoongi glares at me and storms away.

Nigga fuck you.

I've had enough of his attitude.

He's lucky I don't slam his pencil stick ass.

"How are we gonna do it without him?" Hoseok says as his voice broke.

"We'll figure something out." Namjoon says as he gives hoseok a reassuring hug.

"Is he awake?" Jungkook asks.

"No he isn't."

"But he's breathing."

"He should be awake within the next few days."

"Well... can we see him??" I ask.

"It's best that you wait until morning...." the doctor says as he walks away.

Jungkook wraps his arms around my waist and buries his head in my chest.

I felt my shirt get wet and i sigh.

He was crying again.

I rub his back like a baby.

I hear a loud door slam and look up.

I see someone I never thought I'd ever have to come across.

Nancy.

What is she doing here?

I hold jungkook even tighter in my arms.