Sumi's Pov

I was floating in the air peacefully. I saw my parents waving at me from the distance. I saw Beilinh smiling at me and everything felt so right. I was floating away from them. Away from everyone I cared about but I enjoyed the feeling. Suddenly the peaceful floating was over and it was replaced by this horrible sensation of choking. I coughed a lot of water out of my lungs before starting to breath hardly. I didn't even try to open my eyes and just were. I put my all energy on breathing since it didn't feel right at the moment.

"Yoongi go and get Mr. Choi." I heard familiar voice and a familiar name from someone's sentence. I felt someone's warm skin touching my cheek area spreading the warmness on my face. "Sumi? Look at me please."  That someone continued and I felt like I needed to open my eyes. It was hard and took  a lot of energy but I lifted my eyelids up to see a blurred person in front of me.

"..." I squinted my eyes and tried to make my vision clear again. "Namjoon?" I whispered almost inaudible but he heard it. Namjoon's gaze was now on me.

"Sumi? Can you hear me?" He asked and his eyes flickered.

"What--?" I was about to ask what happened but his arms around me pulling me in to his arms stopped me from doing so. I was leaning my head against his shoulder as he squeezed me tightly.

"You don't even know how worried I was." Namjoon whispered in to my ear and hearing that made me smile slightly.

"SUMI!" I heard Beilinh exclaiming somewhere near me as Namjoon helped me back down. I turned my head to my right where I saw Beilinh kneeling down. She took a grip of my right hand and squeezed it tightly with both of her hands.

"Beilinh." I managed to whisper. Suddenly a bunch of people came running to us. I saw how they spread around me and were all gasping to the sight which in this case was me.

"Sumi! Are you okay?" Mr. Choi asked as he squatted down next to me. I nodded once.

"You need to take care of that wound on her forehead." Yoongi pointed at me and I blinked. What wound?

"Of course. We need to move you to the teachers' cabin." Mr. Choi stated and stood up. "I'll carry you so don't move." He continued.

"I can carry her." I heard Namjoon saying right next to me.

"You can? We can both carry her if it's easier?" Mr. Choi suggested and I saw Namjoon glancing at me worriedly.

"Anieyo. I'll carry her." He stated with serious tone as he slid his left arm under my knees and right arm under my back. Namjoon stood up lightly and I felt safe in his arms. I wrapped my left arm around his neck and looked at Yoongi who walked to Beilinh.

"You're coming with me." Yoongi told to her and placed his hand on Beilinh's who didn't jerk her hand off.

"Take good care of her." Beilinh said weakly to Namjoon who nodded to her.

With that Namjoon started to follow Mr. Choi towards the teacher's cabin while I was lying on his arms. I was surprised about the fact that Namjoon could carry me so lightly. He's gaze was wondering on my face once in a while like checking how I was feeling. I leaned my head against his chest and groaned in pain not because of Namjoon but because of my forehead.

"You okay?" He asked immediately and I nodded against his chest.

"I thought I died." I whispered and felt Namjoon tightening his hold of me as if he was making sure I really was there.

"I've never been so worried about anyone in my life." Namjoon said with low tone and I smiled before closing my eyes.

"I thought I died without having the chance to say that I.." I tried but my eyelids felt suddenly heavier.

"What?" He asked softly. ..think I like..

"..you." I ended the sentence which I never even finished.

"Don't strain yourself too much. We're almost there." Namjoon snorted to my confusing words and I agreed. Talking was taking too much energy.

When we got in to the cabin Mr. Choi ordered Namjoon to place me on one of their beds. I had my eyes closed since it took too much energy to keep them open. I felt someone sitting on the bed next to me so I opened my eye slightly to see Namjoon eyeing me.

I saw another figure walking to me and soon recognized her as our music teacher Mrs. Song. She looked at me and then my wound before reaching something from the side.

"Namjoon I think you need to move so I can take care of her." This was the first time I heard Mrs. Song sounding like a human being.

"Of course." Namjoon stated and stood up.

"No." I squeaked and took a weak hold of Namjoon's right hand's fingers. I saw how he turned his gaze to me same us Mrs. Song. "Don't leave me." I felt my voice quivering as I said those words and even a warm tear rolled down on my cheek. Namjoon's gaze was instantly on Mrs. Song who was looking at me while wearing this pitying expression.

"Arasseo." Mrs. Song sighed as Namjoon sat back down. I still held his fingers but he soon took a proper hold of my hand. "Sumi. I won't disinfect the wound before it's stopped bleeding so first I'll put this lint on it. I'll go now." She moved closer to me and I closed my eyes. When she touched the wound and I felt a piercing pain in that wound, I squeezed Namjoon's hand.

"Does it hurt?" Namjoon asked and I bit my lips.

"Okay it's a thick lint but only because I know it'll bleed for a while now. We need to lift you head higher than the rest of your body so can you sit up for a while. I opened my eyes and started to get up only slightly so Mrs. Song would have enough space to place some cushions under my upper back. "That's good. Now we only need to wait for your wound to stop bleeding. Sumi. You can't sleep at all while the wound is bleedi