Encoded in our DNA (A BTS Reverse Harem x OC story)

Chapter 160

At 11:30 in the morning is when I come and spend my time here. I can only stay until visiting time is over at 7pm. However, my time spent here is highly populated with sleeping, and not completely as a result of boredom. No, mostly I find myself constantly lethargic, and I can't seem to snap out of it. Once again, I can only attribute that to stress. Most of the remaining amount of time I spend in the hospital is generally spent by pouring over each and every one of the letters that Jimin sent me over the course of our relationship. I even read them back to him in hopes that my voice and what he told me will encourage him to wake up. I also periodically find myself mindlessly tracing over the letters written on my arm.

When I get home at 7:30pm I spend more time with my family. My soulmates decided to go on an extended hiatus until Jimin manages to wake up, even though they had been working on the preliminaries regarding their next comeback. Lately, I have noticed small things that make me fear that they are starting to lose hope that he will end up waking up at all.

At 9pm I sleep with Joshua in his room. I'm usually asleep well before the toddler is, but he humors me and stays wrapped up in my arms anyway. I think it's because we both need to be comforted through the night.

Hye Rin was the woman responsible for the crash. She died on impact. No one is certain, but they think she was committing suicide since she didn't bother with her seatbelt, and her air bag was faulty. The only thing she did leave behind was a voicemail to Big Hit. In it she made threats against myself and Namjoon. I can only assume it was the two of us that she was trying to target that day. I won't ever refer to that car crash as an accident, because it simply wasn't one.

The person that pulled up in the car after the crash was Youngmi. His sister had left him a cryptic message that had him immediately concerned. Due to his savvy with technological gadgets he was easily able to track the signal on her cell phone. Of course, the tracking wasn't fast enough for him to stop the crash from happening. On the good side, he was arrested once the police ended up at the site of the accident and identified who he was. I'm thankful that I no longer have to worry about any other members of that circle of sasaeng still remaining in the wings wanting to cause me harm. Now, I just have to worry about getting my picture taken by reporters, and the crowds of Army camped out near the hospital.

Luckily Han Bin is completely fine after the accident. He suffered scrapes and bruises, but those didn't stop him from wanting to continue working. Big Hit insisted though that he at least spend a couple weeks with his family. Not only to make sure that his injuries are indeed actually minor, but to also make up for having to take his vacation time away so soon.

I'm pulled out of my reverie by an unexpected knock at the door. I sit up and before I can answer it an attractive East Asian walks in. Since security let him pass I know that I don't have to worry he might be a threat. I also work out immediately that he too is an idol, but I definitely don't know him or recognize him. We bow at each other. He starts trying to speak in fractured English before I hold my hand up. "I appreciate the attempt, but I can speak Korean."

His sigh of relief is almost humorous, and despite my perpetual melancholy I almost find myself chuckling. He holds out a vase of flowers that I at first think must be for my Jimin. He has had so many delivered over the past two months to the company that Big Hit stopped bothering bringing them into the hospital room. In fact, I haven't seen any more since the last set wilted a few weeks ago. I realize a second later that he is holding them out to me, rather than putting them on Jimin's bedside table. I awkwardly thank him for the gift before I sit them on the ground beside me, since I don't have a better place to put them right now.

"I'm so glad we can talk like this. I honestly don't speak much English so that would not have gone over very well." He pauses for a second. "Sorry, I should have first introduced myself. My name is Xu Minghao. I'm a member of the group, Seventeen, perhaps you have heard of us?" Due to his surname alone I am able to suss out that he is Chinese, not Korean.