I do believe in your galaxy//KTH FF

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As the doctor left, promising to provide updates on Taehyung's condition, a sense of relief washed over me. Knowing that he was going to be okay, even if he needed to stay in the hospital for a while longer, eased some of the tension that had been coiled tightly within me.

But before I could fully process the news, Jimin dashed towards Taehyung, enveloping him in a tight embrace that spoke volumes of his relief and joy. Watching them, I couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth in my chest, a familiar fondness for the bond they shared.

Jimin's words echoed through the room, a mix of concern and affection evident in his voice. "I was so scared, Taehyung," he confessed, his worry palpable. "You should have at least taken me with you or called one of us."

Before Taehyung could respond, Jimin showered him with affectionate kisses, his actions a testament to the depth of his emotions. With a soft smile playing on my lips, I watched their interaction, feeling a pang of longing for the camaraderie and closeness they shared.

As Jimin turned towards me, nudging me gently towards Taehyung, I felt a flutter of nerves in my stomach. This was it—the moment I had been waiting for, yet somehow dreading. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I approached Taehyung's bedside, my heart pounding in my chest.

As Jimin left the room, leaving us alone, I felt a surge of nervousness wash over me. With hesitant steps, I approached Taehyung's bedside, unsure of what to say or how to react. Before I could gather my thoughts, Taehyung spoke, his voice soft yet filled with remorse. "Sorry, Jagiya," he murmured, his words hanging heavy in the air.

My heart constricted at his apology, the endearment he used stirring up a whirlwind of conflicting emotions within me. Despite everything that had happened, he still called me Jagiya, a reminder of the bond we shared, the love that had once blossomed between us.

Unable to find the right words to respond, I simply sat by his bedside, my hand clasped in his, offering what little comfort I could. But as the silence stretched between us, the weight of his apology hung heavy in the air, a tangible reminder of the pain and regret that lingered beneath the surface.

Summoning all my courage, I finally mustered the strength to speak, my voice barely above a whisper. "Sorry, Taehyung," I began, my words laced with sorrow and regret. "I should have at least heard what you wanted to say. If I had listened to you, maybe..." My voice trailed off, the weight of my guilt pressing down upon me like a suffocating blanket.

But before I could continue, Taehyung squeezed my hand gently, his expression one of understanding and forgiveness. With a subtle shake of his head, he silently urged me to let go of the burden of guilt that weighed so heavily upon me.

In that moment, I realized that forgiveness wasn't about absolving ourselves of responsibility or blame, but rather about finding the courage to let go of the past and embrace the possibility of a brighter future. And as Taehyung's reassuring touch enveloped me, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, bound by a love that was stronger than any obstacle.

As Jimin burst back into the room accompanied by Yoongi oppa, I was surprised to see him still in his hospital coat. Clearly, he hadn't left the hospital as I had assumed. Rushing to Taehyung's side, he quickly examined him, his expression filled with a mix of relief and affection. "I knew you'd be back in no time," he exclaimed, his trademark gummy smile spreading across his face—a sight that always warmed my heart whenever he was with his brothers.

I couldn't help but smile at the sight of Yoongi oppa's genuine happiness, his unwavering faith in Taehyung's recovery shining through. It was moments like these that reminded me of the unbreakable bond between them, forged through countless trials and hardships.

Turning to Yoongi oppa, I offered him a grateful nod, silently acknowledging his role in supporting Taehyung during his time of need. Despite his gruff exterior, Yoongi oppa had always been there for his brothers, offering them a steady hand and unwavering support when they needed it most.

Together, the three of us stood by Taehyung's bedside, united in our shared hope for his speedy recovery. And as we watched over him, surrounded by the gentle hum of the hospital room, I couldn't shake the feeling that, despite the challenges that lay ahead, we would face them together, as a family.

Jimin POV:

As the door creaked open, our family members entered the room, their expressions a mix of relief and anticipation. Appa  eyes brimming with unshed tears, led the way, followed closely by Jin hyung, Hobi hyung, Kookie, and Joonie hyung. Each step seemed laden with hope and trepidation, the air thick with the weight of the moment. As they crossed the threshold into Taehyung's hospital room, a sense of collective relief washed over them. the sight of Taehyung conscious and awake a beacon of hope in the midst of uncertainty.

As they entered the room, a wave of gratitude and relief washed over us all. Our  family members,  Yoongi hyung , Y/N and I, were filled with a mix of emotions - gratitude for his return and relief that he was finally awake.

"Taehyung!" Jin hyung exclaimed, rushing forward to embrace his younger brother. "You had us all worried sick!"

Hobi hyung chimed in, a wide grin spreading across his face. "You gave us quite a scare, baby . But we knew you'd pull through."

joonie hyung nodded in agreement, his expression a mix of relief and concern. "You had us all on edge, Taetae . But now that you're awake, we can finally breathe easy."

Appa, his eyes shining with emotion, stepped forward to clasp his son's hand. "We're so grateful that you're back with us, tae," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "We were all so worried about you."

Beside me, Yoongi offered a reassuring smile, his presence a source of strength amidst the emotional tumult. "You had us all worried sick, Taehyung," he said, his voice gentle yet firm. "But now that you're awake, we can focus on getting you back to full health."

Amidst the laughter and tears, I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the love and support surrounding us. Despite the trials and tribulations we had faced, we were a family, bound together by love and a shared determination to see each other through even the darkest of times.

Just as the atmosphere began to settle, Y/N spoke up, her voice filled with curiosity. "How did you all find out about Taehyung?" she asked, her gaze sweeping over the assembled group.

Taehyung's father, his expression somber, stepped forward to answer. "The hospital informed us," he explained, his voice tinged with concern. "We rushed over as soon as we heard. You and Jimin should have let us know sooner."

The room fell silent at his words, a collective sense of guilt settling over us all. But amidst the tension, there was also a shared understanding - we were all in this together, united in our love and concern for Taehyung.

And as we stood together, a united front against whatever challenges lay ahead, I knew that, no matter what the future held, we would face it together, stronger and more resilient than ever before.