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The Logical Song pt2

"Just down the hall, second bed to the right "

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."
Yoongi rushed away from the desk, running down the hall to the bed she'd indicated. He stopped there, frozen in fear. Fear that he might find her lying there in a terrible state.

Terrible scenarios played in his mind and he felt tears sting his eyes, anticipating the shock. He took a step forward, taking a good look at her face.

His heart skipped a beat and relief flooded through his veins. This wasn't Dawn. She wasn't one of the wounded people caught up in the incident. It made him want to cry out of pure joy and relief. However dread re-invaded his heart at the thought of the 4 dead people...

He needed to call the records of the accident and make sure she wasn't one of them.

He quickly exited the hospital, scrolling on his phone and looking through the numbers before jumping in the first bus he saw. He missed a figure sprinting past him and rushing into the hospital, panting, with traces of tears down her cheeks.

"Hello how can I-"

"Min Yoongi!"was all she said, heavily panting. "Is he okay!? Do you have him here?? The train accident! Is he- is he here??"

The woman scoffed muttering, "They're all suddenly inquiring about the people from yesterday, what is this?"

Dawn let out a painful sob and repeated pleadingly. "Min Yoongi. Please. Please tell me he's not here."

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All the names were given to Yoongi by the man on the other end of the phone. None of them were a Dawn Peters. So she was okay, thank God.

Yoongi went home with a lighter heart, knowing she was okay and he immediately called Hoseok to tell him all about it. He wished he could tell her though, tell her he was okay, tell her how worried he was when he thought she'd been caught up in the accident.

Meanwhile Dawn knocked at his studio door endlessly, calling out his name in hopes that he would answer.

The next day turned out to be more difficult. He had to change his itinerary and take the bus. He hated that he didn't see her figure slip through the door and sit across from him, hair completely disheveled and taking out her drawing set to capture an expression or a specific moment.

He still felt the bitter taste in his mouth at the thought that he wouldn't be able to contact her or ask her out. He waited for her to show up at his studio maybe, hoping she'd take the time to come there but she didn't.

She was stuck in her art room, working on her project while wondering if he was doing all right. She closed her eyes, picturing them in the train, talking like nothing else mattered. She pictured his gummy smile and his gorgeous eyes.

And she painted it. She painted the scene, linking the both of them with a pair of earplugs, knowing exactly which song was playing.

Yoongi waited in vain, he went home with a heavy heart, listening to the same music all day and finding no inspiration. Wednesday came, and he met with Rap Monster, better known as RM, whose real name was Namjoon. The animosity was clear as day between the two of them but they put it aside for practice and for Hobi's sake.

"So have you guys got anything prepared?"Namjoon asked.

"What do you mean something prepared? You mean you haven't got anything with you??"Yoongi replied and Namjoon raised his hands.

"No I'm just asking."

"Didn't have the time for that."he shrugged and Hobi nudged RM.

"Issues with a girlfriend to be."