You Need To Survive

Through the Hazy Mind

        J-Hope kept walking.
        Dimly he thought over what just happened.
        He hurt his best friend.
        He handcuffed his best friend to a table.
        And he had overdosed himself.
        He didn't care.
        He looked up at the sky. Imagined Jin beckoning J-Hope into his arms, like he did to Taehyung in that hallucination they all got.
        After he jumped, Jin had disappeared.
        Just disappeared.
        Jungkook ran away.
        Then Jimin, Namjoon, and he had jumped into the water to look for Taehyung and pull him up to safety.
        They didn't find him.
        J-Hope sighed. Then he thought about Jimin.
        He would be stuck there because no one knew he was there.
        J-Hope made himself turn around. Then he walked the other way.
        It was getting harder to keep his eyes open.
        He felt the tendrils of narcolepsy grab him.
        He had grabbed the wrong container.
        J-Hope felt a dry laugh in his throat. He would collapse, then whatever drug he had overdosed on would work its magic and kill him.
        And he would be back in Jin's arms.
        His eyes closed for a full second;he pried them back open with sheer willpower.
        He took a long deep breath.
        Wouldn't it be so much easier to let those tendrils take him away?
        He smiled. He wouldn't have to ever worry about anything ever again.
        His vision went sideways and he felt a cool surface on his cheek. Concrete. The concrete sidewalk of the bridge.
        Before he closed his eyes, he saw two figures running towards him. His eyes closed, and he heard the voices of the figures.
        "Is he still alive?"
        "J-Hope? Hobi? Can you hear me?"
        "I'll call the police."
        "The police?"
        Then he heard something that stunned him.
        "Hobi? I was still alive, you know."
        Then he was sucked into the blackness.
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        Jimin quickly explained to Taehyung in a few short words. "Out of control. Narcolepsy. Overdosed."
        "Oh." Taehyung kept running.
        They both saw a figure on the ground near the middle of the bridge. J-Hope?
        It was J-Hope, and he had fallen unconscious.
        Taehyung got there first. Jimin caught up, talking as he kneeled down to see J-Hope. "Is he still alive?"
        Taehyung shook him. "J-Hope? Hobi? Can you hear me?"
        "I'll call the police."
        Taehyung looked sharply at Jimin. "The police? The police?! I'm in TROUBLE with the police! I almost got arrested, remember?"
        Jimin looked at J-Hope. "It's the only way to help him."
        Taehyung sighed. "Okay."
        While Jimin called, Taehyung shook J-Hope even harder. "Hobi?" He leaned over and whispered into his ear. "I was still alive, you know." He squeezed his hand. "Jungkook died, too. I sang to him." He felt a tear on his cheek and wiped it away. "Hobi, you're the first person who knew. You were the one who supported me the most, the only person to talk to me that night-" he choked on a sob and turned away.