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

2022, May 11 - Jimin (Hospital Daily Life)

(A/N: Loop #1)

[Places: Hospital, Arboretum]

"Why are you here? You don't look sick at all."

"You got me there, kid. What about you? Why are you here?"

"I dunno either. That makes us friends. Right?"

Grin.

Plop.

"Huh? W-what's wrong? Are you okay? Hey, kid! Get up! Help! Somebody help!"

"It's alright!"

Ssk.

"Hoseok hyung?!"

"... There we go. He just fell asleep, that's all. He's like me. Where the hell are his parents? How could they just leave him here all alone? They remind me of my eommeoni... Ya, he was lucky! At least he collapsed in a human cushion... See this? I got this from collapsing while I was walking by myself. I should've kept you around, too. Pfft... Jimin-ie? It's been two years since we last saw each other, right?"

"... Hyung, my clock stopped ticking at some point. So I can't really say how long I've been here. Or how much longer I need to stay." Clench.

Whoosh. Splash.

*Jimin was on sink based on Fake Love MV, submerged like on Lie Reel / I NEED U / RUN MVs (KR, JP) etc.

Grass Flower Arboretum. 2.1km.

*Then a scene from April 6 Year 11.

Huff. Huff. Huff.

Slosh.

***

(A/N: Loop #2, POV #1)

[Place: Hospital]

I look down at my feet. I stopped at that spot again. I stare at the door for a while, then turn around - and I bump into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

"Are you alright?"

"Seokjin hyung?"

How is he here? I'm so shocked that I can't say anything.

***

(A/N: Loop #2, POV #2)

At first, I wanted to leave. I called my eommeoni and cried until my voice went hoarse, asking her to take me home. That I didn't want to stay here. But she didn't listen. Because this is where I should be.

"Hyung... Even if I leave, I'll eventually come back."

***

(A/N: Loop #3)

[Place: Hospital]

I was transferred to the surgery ward about two weeks ago. At first, it felt strange to see people coming and going so freely. Soon, I found out that it was just another part of the hospital. There were patients, nurses, and doctors. I was given drugs and injections. All in all, it was about the same as the psychiatric ward. The only difference was that the surgery ward had a longer hallway with a lounge halfway down. Of course, there was one more major difference. I was allowed to freely roam around the ward. At night, I sneaked out of my room and wandered around. I jumped and danced in the lounge and ran down the first-floor hallway at full speed. These were simple joys that weren't allowed in the psychiatric ward.

One day, I discovered something strange about myself while I was running down the hall. At some point past the kitchenette and emergency staircase, my body just came to a grinding halt for no reason. I still had about five more steps to reach the end, but I stopped and was unable to take another step. At the end of the hallway was a door. The door opened to the outside world. Outside the hospital. The door had no "Off Limits" sign, and no one came running to stop me. But I just couldn't go any further. I soon found out why. That was the stretch of the hallway just like the psychiatric ward. As if a line was drawn on the floor, I came to a stop at exactly that point, where the psychiatric ward hallway would've ended.