Stuck With Jungkook

Hospital

I groan and open my eyes to a white ceiling. My head is surprisingly clear, and I remember in detail the events leading up to this, and I assume I'm in the hospital. A quick glance around proves my guess to be correct. My hand is heavily bandaged, and an IV is buried in my arm. I'm also wearing a hospital gown.

My eyes shoot wide open as I notice the seven sleeping figures scattered around the room.

Taehyung is sitting on the chair closest to my bed, just within reach, and I shake him awake.

"Hey, wake up," I whisper. He stirred and yawned.

"Hmm?" he mumbles and looks at me. "OH!" Realizing who I am, he gasps and jumps up, falling off the chair...and faceplanting on the floor. I am belly laughing at the sight. 

"Are-are you alright?" I manage to ask through my wheezing. He nods furiously and sits up, dusting himself off.

The others have been awoken by the loud crash of the chair, and my hyena laughter. One by one, they crowd around my bed and start asking questions. My anxiety is kicking in. I'm suffocating, I can't breathe, I'm tensing up, I-

"HOLD YOUR HORSES! KEEP YOUR SHIRT ON! ONE AT A TIME!" I shout at them. Instantly they go silent. "That's better. Now, take turns okay?" They nod. Joon goes first.

"Does your hand hurt? Do you need us to call a doctor?" he says worriedly.

"Nah, I'm fine. By the way, why are you here? Don't you have to get back to work or Korea or something?" He looks uncomfortable.

"Uh..." he looks at the others for support. They avoid his eyes. "Um..."

"What? Spit it out! You just couldn't resist this beautiful face, could you?" I smirk, watching him blush and splutter. "I'm kidding, but seriously, I don't bite unless I have reason to. There's no reason is there?" I raise my eyebrows and rest my chin on my hands.

He coughs. "Well, you see...uh..." he grabs Jungkook's arm who looks guilty. "You say it!"

"What? Why me?" 

"Because it's-you're-you know!"

"But I don't want to! I can't!"

"But you're supposed to be fearless!

"Jin hyung, you're the oldest!"

Jin's eyes widen. "Leave me out of it! I'm here strictly for emotional support!"

I can't help but laugh again. How old are they again? Legal adults, right.

"Just tell me. It can't be that bad. Am I dying or something?"

Kookie looks down. "No..." he mutters.

"Then what's the big deal?"

He pulls up the sleeve of his shirt.