Friday, 25/02/22
He overdosed.
The doctors words are on repeat in my mind as I pace around the waiting room of the hospital. Still in my pajama bottoms and a random paramedic's jacket.
He overdosed.
He took a whole bottle of pain killers. He tried to kill himself. He tried to kill himself and he would’ve succeeded if I hadn’t found him so soon.
He overdosed.
I take Jimin’s phone out of my pocket seeing as I left mine at home. I need to tell the others about what happened since I completely forgot earlier.
Hoseok is in the intensive care unit right now and there’s nothing I can do but wait.
The phone rings a few times as I call Namjoon first. He picks up after a few rings, his tired voice coming through the speaker, “Hi baby.” He greets with a yawn.
He’s been working nonstop since Monday because Hoseok’s father hired a lawyer for Danica.
Now Namjoon has to make a more solid case because we don’t know the power Hoseok’s father really has.
“Hi darling.” I greet back, my voice already sounding scratchy with emotion.
He’s already so tired and I’m about to dump this on him again but what choice do I have? “I... uhm, Hobi is at the hospital babe.” I tell him. It’s vague but I can’t get myself to elaborate.
Namjoon’s tired tone is nowhere to be heard when he answers, his voice immediately filled with panic, “The hospital? Why, what happened?” he rushes out the questions as I hear ruckus from his side. “Which hospital is he at? I’m coming.”
“But you’re worki-"
“It can wait.” He cuts me off as the slam of a door sounds from his side, “I’ll be right there.” He finishes before hanging up.
After that, I’m stuck on whether I should call Jungkook or not. He deserves to know too but I’m sure he’s in class at the moment so I’ll have to call Taehyung first.
He's a resident at the private hospital on the other end of the city and we’re at the closest, which happens to be a public hospital.
When I call him though, none of my calls go through. I’m sent to voice-mail each time and end up leaving a message for him.
He’s probably still doing his residency things, whatever that is. I tell him to call me immediately after he’s done or on break.
About half an hour passes before a dishevelled Namjoon comes through the hallway and straight to me, pulling me into his arms.
The tears I’ve been holding in for the past two hours finally burts out of my eyes.
All the worry, hurt and exhaustion comes out in the form of silent tears and Namjoon holds me through it.
One of his hands buried in my hair behind my head and the other rubbing up and down my back. His own sniffles barely concealed over my head. He doesn't eveb know what happened yet, hes probably crying because Im crying. Whipped.
By the time I pull back, his shirt has a wet spot and is crinkled on his chest. His thumbs wipe the tears from my cheeks as I try to compose myself by taking deep breaths.
When I finally pull back and look around, I notice that some people are staring at us including the nurses at the reception area, they quickly avert their gazes when they see I’m looking.
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Only Seven- Rewriting
Fanfiction(EDITING- Storyline changes a lot) This is a polyamorous story between all the members of bts. It's gay. It's smutty. It's angsty. And it's fluffy. 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 It's my first book so it's obviously cringy.
