The doctors entered Taehyung's room with a large cart. They exited soon after with Taehyung on a bed, asleep. He had a breathing mask on, probably the anestheic. They brought Taehyung into the surgery room.

I paced back and forth and back and forth in the waiting room.

"Jungkook, please calm down," Jin said.

"Yeah, Jin is right. You should probably sit down. It won't help Taehyung pacing around like that," Namjoon pointed out.

Jungkook nodded and sat down next to Suga.

"Don't worry Jungkook. Taehyung has some of the best surgeons working on him," Suga reassured.

"Thanks Suga. I'm worrying too much," I replied.

"It's ok to worry," Suga said.

Horrible thoughts were circling through my head.

What if his brain swells up too much?

What if he can't perform anymore?

What if the doctors make a mistake?

What if he doesn't make it?

What if they're too late?

What felt like hours later, the doctor exited the surgery room.