"Named 'the hoodie boy' further taking down local burglar, who was at fault for the recent robberies to stores throughout Seoul. A truly aspiring real life hero for many....."
"Further information on hoodie boy. Still unable to recuperate after attack....."
"Take him off support? No way! We will pay more money if we hav......."
"Hey, please come back... we are worrie......"
"Yoongi? Can you hear me? If you can I...."
My eyes feel like bricks. And my limbs too numb and heavy to move. "Yoongi. If you can hear please wake up. Everyone is worried about you." Who is that? My foggy mind doesn't feel like clearing up. I try to open my eyelids but they are too heavy. What is going on? I keep trying to open up my eyes, listening to the sounds. "I wish I went back to save you I really do. I should've tried harder to keep you in school that day. Or even make you stay home at our place!" With all my effort I force my eyes open, the bright light blinding me as I strain to even barely open them. I groan, a harsh croak burning my throat.
"Yoongi!" Seven voices exclaim at the same time. "Guys-" a violent coughing erupts from my throat, burning my chest as I cough into my hand. Blood spits out, I start to wipe it on the blanket but someone takes my hand, "Don't do that, here." They grab a cloth wiping down my hand. My fuzzy mind doesn't mind the lack of space at the moment. I scan the room, finding Bangtan, and Beomgyu? I raise an eyebrow at him. He just smiles at me.
"Make me go back to sleep." I groan. Hair tickles my neck and eyes. How much has my hair grown? "I'll get a nurse to check on him, stay here."
"Yoongi you can't go back to sleep, you've been asleep for too long!"
"How long?" I look up at Seokjin.
"A month."
I look at him, astonishment clearly covering my face until I squint my eyes at him. "Are you lying to me Seokjin hyung?" I reach my arm out pointing at him. He looks taken a back at my clear show of emotion, even saying his name, as well as with 'hyung'. "No he's not lying Yoongi." Namjoon reassures. I sigh. "All my progress is ruined!" Everyone looks at me in confusion. "Progress?"
"Progress. Of kil-"
"Hello Mr Min." A doctor walks into the room. "I'm Dr Lee. I'm here to take care of you in hospital." I gasp in horror. "I'm in the hospital?!" I take in my surroundings, looking at my wrists with chords sticking into my arms. "Are you stealing my blood old woman? I'll take yours first! Just let me-"
"Yoongi! Calm down. No one is taking your blood and you need to stop talking. Your throat is sore isn't it? You don't want to use your vocals too much." Namjoon buts in. I nod agreement. "Yes, Namjoon hyung! I shall be quiet! Starting now!" They stare at me in amazement, smiling at me. I smile back before zipping my lips and throwing away the imaginary key. Beomgyu looks at me in disbelief, his knees quivering slightly as he stares at the six next to him in fear for some reason.
Dr Lee stands in front of me. "I'll have to ask some questions, you may also ask some yourself afterwards. Although as Namjoon said, you will need to save your voice." Everyone was allowed to stay in the room while I was been inquired. "You had suffered brain injury when you collapsed so you will have selective memory loss. It is only temporary but will come back soon. This has also caused a personality change based on your friend's reactions. Did you suffer any possible injuries before this attack?"
"Well I was fighting this man before, though I forgot what reason it was for. I had severe wounds though. This was only a day or two before the second attack." She nods at my answer writing it down in her notepad.
"Would you say that these guys are your friends?"
I nod as they smile triumphantly. "Now I know what the real Yoongi was feeling." I hear their whispers. "Would they be able to take care of you when you receive leave from the hospital?" They nod but I frown. "What about Eddie?" Their heads immediately shoot towards me. "Who is Eddie?" They say at the same time. "Mmm I don't remember. But he was important to me." The boys stiffen, deep in thought until they crowd around each other in a circle whispering even quieter than before. "Well, as you forgot about him, I think that these people should be able to take care of you. Is that fair Mr Min?" I nod, still trying to rack my brain around an Eddie.
"Do you have any questions Mr Min?"
"Well when I was asleep I hear someone saying 'hoodie boy' or something like that. Who is he?" She smiles, as well as the boys as they look at me. "He's you. You saved many people the day you got shot."
"Wait. Me? And more importantly. I got shot?! How am I alive!" I run my fingers over my body, lifting up the gown I was in to find bandages wrapped around my chest. "Woah!" Everyone turns away as I lifted up my gown. "That's a big wound!" I pull the gown back down. "Yes, if it was any closer to the heart you would have died. You're lucky in went straight through as well. You will need to stay in the hospital for two weeks. Then you can take your leave."
"How did I become hoodie boy?" I ask changing the topic again. "You saved a group of people, including me while wearing a hoodie. You were shot in the process, and he got away last minute. But you saved basically a whole train worth of people!" Jeongguk announces. "Really Jeongguk?"
"Jeongguk hyung." He corrects again. "How come you called everyone else hyung except me I'm in September, 2002!" He throws his arms up exasperatedly. "Wait I'm Yoongi's hyung?" Beomgyu fumbles out. "How old are you Yoongi?"
"9th of March 2003." Beomgyu gasps. "So young. Sixteen is too young."
"How old are you Beomgyu?"
"13th March 2001. That makes me almost two years older than you!"
"Wait so you are Namjoon and Hoseok's age? But you look so young!" Jimin says in disbelief.
"I know! They look so old!"
"Wait, that's mean." Namjoon and Hoseok pout.
"Wah, Beomgyu hyung. That's weird to say." I say in wonder. "And you were calling me kid." Beomgyu tuts out. I think I will still call him kid anyways. He acts like one.
"Visiting hours will end soon. Please make sure you are ready to leave." Dr Lee announced before she left the room. "Yes Dr." Words were exchanged and pictures were taken of us together. Taehyung holds up his phone, "say Yoongi!"
"Yoongi!" The sound effect goes off, Taehyung bringing it down and studying the picture. "Let's take another, this time with a hoodie on Yoongi."
"But we don't have one?"
"I'll put the blanket over my head, but why?"
"We can't worry the citizens can we? They care about you now and want to make sure you're okay. Gotta give them the service you know? And we want to keep your identity a secret. It makes it more authentic." I nod at Taehyung's answer, pulling the blanket over my head. "Say Hoodie Boy!"
"Hoodie Boy!"
A week had gone by in a flash, and I had regained my memory back fully, much to some people's disappointment. As well as finding some new, warm clothes to wear. A knock sounds at the door as I let them in. Seokjin walks through the door, carrying a bag of food he snuck in. "Hey."
I ignore him.
"I got you some food. I'm not sure if you like it though." He takes out Chinese food. Placing the warm meals on the bed. He puts down a pair of chopsticks before he backs away and sits against the chair. I grab the chopsticks carefully, opening up the fried rice and eating it instantly. I was hungry and the hospital does not have good food. Speaking of hospital. I fucking hate this place. I need to get out.
He sighs after a while, knowing I won't start a conversation with him. "I'm sorry for taking you to a hospital alright? I don't get why you don't like them. We didn't have a choice-"
"Taehyung could have helped me."
"There was a bullet hole in your chest Yoongi! Ribs were broken, the bullet grazed you heart! If we didn't take you to the hospital, you would have died!"
"Don't act like you care!"
"I do care!"
"You don't even know me!"
"Then tell me Yoongi!"
"I-I fucking can't alright! You wouldn't understand!"
"Then make me understand Yoongi because until you do I'm gonna be here, we are all gonna be here the whole time for you!"
"Just because I said I counted you as a friend doesn't mean we are. I had memory loss Seokjin. Give up on me. You are getting further into this mess each and every single second that you are even in the same area as me."
"Just let us be there for you Yoongi-"
"No! Leave! I fucking hate you!"
"Yoongi-"
"I said get out! I hate you all!"
He stands up with his bag, marching out of the room. Almost slamming the door as he leaves. I look at the mess of food around me. I'm not even hungry anymore. I close the food containers, putting them in the bag and sitting them on a chair. I sigh as I lean back against the stiff bed. Fucking useless. All you do is yell at people and kill the rest. A tear escapes my eye. I need to finish this. Kill the bastard that got away again. I sit still for a few minutes not even thinking. My mind completely blank.
A faint chant rings in my ear. I look out the window and down onto the ground as a small group of people jump up and down. Big signs in their hands. "Hoodie Boy! Hoodie Boy! Hoodie Boy!" I even see a little boy on his mom's shoulders holding a big sign, 'THANK YOU FOR SAVING MAMA!'. I look down at the small group. Before turning away. I turn on the television, the news appearing.
"Local hero has officially recovered! A photo uploaded from the famous high school band BTS are seemingly close with Hoodie Boy. Here is a photo of his recovery." It switches to the photo Taehyung took. You could just see my smile underneath the blanket as everyone else were surrounding me grinning like madmen. I remember that. The day I woke up. I smile softly at the picture, turning back towards the group on the ground. I stand up carefully, walking towards the window and opening up the curtain. They're heads turn slowly towards me as I wave at them. They wave enthusiastically back at me, jumping up and down more than before.
I hold up my hand walking towards a shelf, finding cardboard underneath it and a permanent marker on top. I start writing in big letters on the card board. Walking back towards the window I already see their phones out. I wave before pressing the sign towards the window. The words 'Do your best!' Sprawled across the cardboard rather messily. I hope they know what it spells out.