sᴄᴀɴᴅᴀʟ | ᴍ.ʏɢ + ᴘ.ᴊᴍ

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My eyes opened, coming face to face with the doctor as he smiled.

"Welcome back, Sir."

'What happened?'

I looked around the room, doctors and nurses staring at me.

'Go away.'

I looked down at my abdomen.

No impaled objects or imperfections.

Just the white linen sheets.

The doctor explained everything that I'd missed before finally deciding to leave me alone.

As they all filed out I met the gaze of a tearful boy.

My tearful boy.

He entered the room, coming up to the bed as he took my hand within his gently.

"Y-Yoongi-Hyung?" He asked softly.

I stared at him blankly before muttering my reply.

"Who are you?"

He furrowed his brows, jaw dropping softly before I suddenly let out a weak chuckle.

"You're so gullible, Yeobo." I teased, watching his face continue to contort. "Stop crying~"

He only wrapped his arms around my neck gently as he sobbed into my shoulder.

I looked at the door, seeing Taehyung as I smiled softly.

Taehyung nodded, smiling calmly before leaving us be.

"Thank you for being alive, Jagiya." He sniffled, before pulling back and huffing. "You are so stupid!"

'Uh oh, here we go.'

Jimin began to scold me, calling me a careless driver and such.

"Yeobo."

"What?" He asked, stopping himself mid scold as he furrowed his brows. He made a small pout with his lips as I held his hand.

"Can I have a kiss?"

He immediately became red as he looked away. "W-Well I-"

"Please?"

He huffed, his facade breaking as he rolled his eyes. "Fine."

He then leaned forward to peck my lips.

As he did, I gripped the collar of his shirt; pulling him back in for round two.

"Woah." A voice teased.

I let Jimin slip away for just a moment as I looked to see Jungkook—hand still keeping its tight grasp on the latter's collar.

"Jungkook."

"Hyung."

"Can't you see we're busy?" I asked, making him scoff.

"I can." He replied slyly. "Quite unfortunate you couldn't stand five minutes without being all over each other."

"Jealous?"

"A bit, but that's only if I'm being honest." He muttered.

I chuckled bitterly, letting Jimin go.

"K-Kookie, can you g-give us a minute?" Jimin asked, turning to face the maknae as he scratched his neck—face the colour of a tomato.

Jungkook couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah, glad you're alive; Hyung." He said, moving his gaze from Jimin to me.

I smiled softly. "Thanks, kid."

As soon as Jungkook left Jimin turned back to face me, flashing a shy smile.

"Can I have another kiss, Jagiya?" I asked softly.

Jimin nodded. "Mmhm."

He then moved and connected our lips once again.

Oh the sweet taste of being alive.

After kissing him for a little while longer, I was beginning to heat up.

I pulled away, meeting his gaze.

"You have no idea how glad I am that you're alive." He whispered.

"So am I, Suga-Hyung." A voice said.

I looked to see Namjoon, wheelchair and all as Seokjin wheeled him in.

I smiled. "Yoongi-Hyung." I corrected. "I almost killed you, remember?"

"Ah, what's a little death these days? Close calls are the new trend." Namjoon joked.

'Ah, Kim Namjoon.'

"Are you okay, Hyung?" Jimin asked suddenly.

I was crying.

Min Yoongi, crying.

"I'm fine." I reassured, "I'm just so grateful to be alive."

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