Author’s POV…

Reporters, fans and press of all sort hounded the hospital where Hoku and Seungri were now being held. Thanks to the woman, Hoku had received a large gash to her head, just at her hair line, that in turn needed stitches to close up. As of now, police and security kept the reporters out while everyone including Seungri sat nervously in Hoku’s hospital room.

“I called her father.” YG informed as he walked into the silent room. Jiyong hadn’t left her side since the moment they had rushed her in last night. She was taken into the operating room immediately for almost an hour before they brought her out.

“Is she alright doctor?” Tyra asked being the one most worried about her friend.

“She has a mild concussion, and we had to stitch up the laceration on her hair line, but either than that she is fine.” The doctor in formed to the large group waiting for any news. Ever since then, no one had left her side. Seungri had even nagged about being moved into the same room, which YG Okayed to keep everyone together.

“When is she going to get up?” Seungri whined from his bed as everyone kept quiet. Jiyong massaged her knuckles of the hand he had been holding for the last few hours. The only noise that filled the room was the silent beeping of the medical equipment in the room, breathing, slight snores every now and then followed by various buzzing that came from the members cellphones.

“VIPs just tweeted.” Bae mentioned as everyone looked over to him.

“Hoku-unnie, Hwaiting!, Thank you for saving Seungri oppa, VIPs are forever in your debt. Jiyong oppa, don’t cry.” Bae said reading various tweets before Eden began pulling up the fan club on her laptop.

“State side fans are going crazy.” She mentioned turning the laptop to show the forum labeled ‘VIP Hoku, FIGHTING’ to the room to see that every second a new message was uploaded about health praises, prayers and messages sent to Hoku.

“The press conference will be tonight.” YG mentioned as everyone nodded. YG was set on having Hoku be the one to explain to the press every detail of her findings, even to the point that he already signed her hospital release papers. As soon as she gets up, she was free to leave. But Jiyong was hesitant about her leaving the hospital so early, even if the doctor said it was alright.

Hoku’s POV…

My head hurt. No, that was an understatement, my head burned, stung, it was an indescribable feeling that just sent flames of pain, all over my face. I tried opening my eyes to scream in pain, but oddly enough my eyes wouldn’t open, it was too hard. I could hear the soft muffled whispers of voices around me and then nothing. Everything went quiet, blackness took over again.

It had passed whatever pain I had been in moments ago was now reduced to a numbing pain, something bearable. I groaned in annoyed, tasting a strange flavor in my mouth before slowly my eyes fluttered open to the dim light above me. Blinking a few times, trying to adjust to the light before finally I looked around the room. I was in a hospital room, oxygen mask on before I noticed the dozens of bodies that littered the room, asleep. Looking to each of them and then to my roommate in the bed next to mine, I smiled gently, Hissing when that slight movement sent shooting pain up to my forehead. My hands naturally pulled up to where the pain resonated from to feel that my head was wrapped in some time of gauze. Finally I had noticed the hand in my free hand. I looked down to the peacefully sleeping figure lying on my lap, smiling. He was clearly exhausted from the dark circles under his eyes. I wanted nothing more than to see his smile again, but those circles were more noticeable then they should. I sighed, lying my head back down before resting my other hand onto his cheek. He was warm, it made me feel warm as I let my exhaustion get the best of me.

“You think it’ll be ok for noona to still do the press conference?” Seungri’s voice asked as I was slightly woken from my sleep, feeling a hand massage my fingers gently.

“It’s up to her if she still wants to do it when she wakes up.” YG interrupted as my eyes slightly fluttered before adjusting to the room.

“I’ll do it.” I whispered scaring everyone as they looked to me in surprise. I yawned through the oxygen mask on my face before my eyes drifted to the man sitting next to me.

“Noona.” Seungri cried out as I smiled looking over, accepting the hug.

“Thank you noona. Thank you.” He thanked causing me to laugh as he pulled away.

“Anything for my maknae.” I whispered causing him to smile.

“How are you feeling Hoku-ah?” YG asked as I looked over to him before putting a hand on my head, hissing in reaction.

“Still a little sore.” I mentioned before he stood up and nodded.

“You don’t have to do the press conference. I’ll do it.” He explained before I sat up slowly with the help of Jiyong.

“I can do it.” I whispered with Jiyong’s arm around my waist to steady me.

“Are you sure?” Jiyong whispered worried as I looked to him smiling.

“I’m G-Dragon’s girlfriend. A small scratch can’t bring me down.” I whispered teasingly as the whole room broke out laughing.

“I’m so glad you’re ok.” He whispered hesitantly and carefully hugged me.

“I love you Jiyongie.” I whispered surprising him before he laughed.

“I love you, more than anything.” He whispered kissing my cheek carefully before pulling away.

“Are you sure Hoku-ah?” YG asked once our exchange was finished. I just smiled and nodded slowly.

Now that I was awake, the doctor came in to do one last minute check on me before I was given the okay to leave. Jiyong kept to my side the entire time, helping me off the bed into a wheelchair. He gestured for the nurse to leave, just so that he could push me. Everything with security and the police had been planned out to the moment we got to the studio where the press conference was being held. Jiyong made me put one of his oversized beanies over my gauzed covered head, to hide it from the press as much as possible, even though they would see it at the conference. I did as told, wearing his beanie plus his hoodie, as he finally wheeled me out the hospital doors where we were bombarded by press.

“Hoku-ssi! Hoku-ssi! Jiyong-ssi! Jiyong-ssi, comment before you leave?!” The press shouted as I held my head down to cover my head and face from them. We finally got to Big Bang’s van where Top oppa, Youngbae oppa, and Daesung were already waiting for us. Seungri had left a few moment before with Tyra and Eden, he hadn’t taken it well when I finally told him about Selena.

Flashback:

“Noona.” A voice whispered in the silent room as I looked over to see Seungri sitting up in bed, looking down at his lap.

“Hm?” I answered as he looked up to me with a sadden expression.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked worried, carefully climbing off the bed before walking over to sit next to him.

“She left, didn’t she?” He asked as my eyes shot open in surprise.

“Who?” I asked trying to act innocent, not sure if we were talking about the same person.

“Selena. She’s hate me, doesn’t she?” He whispered as I sighed, reaching my arm around his back to pull him closer to me.

“Seungri. Selena’s been dumped, abused, cheated on, and everything else a man can possibly do to ruin a woman’s self-esteem.” I explained carefully as his hung head lower and lower.

“Noona, I love her. What am I supposed to do?” he whispered sounding as if he was on the brink of tears.

“Seungri, I understand the feeling of both knowing that the person you love isn’t lying but at the same time, it hurts from the possibilities.” I whispered before I heard him sniffle.

“I’m sure she didn’t leave for good.” I whispered pulling his head so he could rest it on my shoulder.

“But she left.” He whispered as I nodded.

“Yes, she left, but I know her, like the back of my hand. She’s different, ever since she met you.” I whispered looking at the darkened sky outside out room window.

“She’s let go of her stubborn persona, she’s more out there with everyone. Have you not noticed that she actually smiles when she’s around you now?” I asked as he laughed through tears, sitting up a bit before nodding.

“Will she come back?” He asked looking over to me with blood shot eyes.

“I’m sure that’s the same thing Jiyongie was thinking when I left, right?” I asked as he nodded.

“I’m back, aren’t I?” I asked gesturing to myself before he nodded again.

“Just give her some time to herself, alright? I’ll give her a call after the conference to see what’s up.” I reassured before he nodded and looked away. I could tell that he was extremely hurt and concerned that she had left, even knowing the truth.

End of Flashback:

He was hurt, I could tell. Once I finished what I started out, I was going to make sure that I wouldn’t see him cry again.