The Priest's Son

freedom is limited to when you are sleeping

third-person pov

Two bodies were escorted out of the flames that day, the two lovers barely clinging to their ragged breathing. As the emergency lights and sirens blared out of the city, the stress of the other 5 friends only began to double; As the storm was still dormant, waiting for its next chaotic strike.

At the hospital, 3 days later

Jin pov

At the moment, we were all squished into a two-bedroom hotel, a quick 6-minute walk to the hospital. Joon was passed out on the bed beside me, while the other three took refuge on the bed next door. We were famished, borderline fatigued, and incredibly stressed and scared for the lifeline of our two missing pieces. 

As I rung out the sleep from my eyes I heard a hushed groan, Namjoon silently waking up from his hybernative slumber. At least someone slept. I've been scared shitless, luckily stealing an hour or two before my eyes gauged an irritated red. "Morning babe," I mumbled quietly, quickly pressing a kiss to his forehead as I sat up and made my way to the shared area - trying to pull breakfast from 3 eggs and a few slices of bread. I wasn't in the mood, nor did I have the capacity to even attempt my usual french toast, scrambled eggs and bland bread it is.

It smelled unappetising and looked like what you would be served in an American cafeteria, but it'll do. "Come on guys!" I shouted, walked across the room and opened the door to see the three males huddled together, three sets of feet sticking out in all different corners of the mattress. Chuckling I shook what I think was Jimin's head, then ripped the blanket off them. After a few curses and groans later we all were sat at the wooden dining table.

It was eerily quiet, the only sound heard being the slow scrapes of a knife and fork. Before I could open my mouth, my phone began buzzing, vibrating in my pocket. I quickly recognised the number as I jumped up and shrugged on a jumper, slipping my shoes on as I raced to the counter to grab the keys. "Where are you going?" Yoongi mumbled, a puzzled look on his face.

"Jungkook's awake."

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third-person pov

What seemed to be a dull and distant morning turned into a desperate race down the cemented pathway, the five figures ignoring the glares as they raced 6 minutes down the road. The huffing turned into pants as they reached the front desk, barely speaking audible words as the nurses ushered them to a familiar room. They had been in there only 4 or 5 hours ago, silently crying over the figure that is now awake, shivering and scared.

"Hyungs!" Jungkook screamed, wrestling the grip of the doctor as he tried to jump out of his bed sheets. "Taehyung! Wheres Taehyung! Please! L-let go of me-" He shrieked, tears building in his waterline as he continued to fight against his tubed restraints. The group quickly helped restrain the frantic boy, keeping him still so that the needles did not accidentally get ripped out of his skin. 

"Where is he, w-where is Tae-" He continued to babble mindlessly. He stared off into space as his mutters became louder, but more distant. "Tae, where's Tae? He was locked up, is he okay? I Saved him! I saved him!" They each looked at each other baffled, wordless utters surrounding them as they fell from Jungkook's lips.

"Jungkook-ah," Namjoon uttered slowly, sincerely. The said boy looked up, meeting the concerned gazes of his hyungs. "How are you?" Not once had he worried about himself, ever since his eyes met those of his doctor, he was already yelling and screaming for Taehyung. "I'm fine, where is Taehyung," he said sternly, looking at them pointedly. "You certainly are not Jungkook, you could have died!" Jimin yelled, scared seeing his friend like this. Jungkook just shook his head, "No, I am fine," he spoke through gritted teeth. "Let me see Tae, I-I just-" "No. You need to rest, you have 1st-degree burns, a sprained ankle and a bruised spline." The doctor concluded.

Tears gathered in his eyes as he started shuffling around in his bed, "Tae," he sniffled. "He was locked up, he is so much worse than me right?" He said quietly, those desperate tears falling as he received a solemn yet remorseful nod. "Can I please, please can I see him? I just want to know he's okay," he said desperately. "Once this bag is finished, I will take another blood sample from you, then I will let a nurse help you-" "That will take too long!" Jungkook shouted, trying to pry the drip out of his hand. 

The others retrained him, shaking their heads as they waved the doctor goodbye. "You don't understand, he was barely breathing when I got to him." He said shakily. "I just want to know he is still breathing, at least give me the satisfaction that he is still alive," he whispered, teary eyes meeting those that were quickly breaking. "We visited before we left you a few hours ago," Hobi began, Jungkook looking at him expectantly. "He is alive, he was b-breathing," he then sighed. "His skin Kook, h-his skin. All I could see was blood and flesh," Hobi said as a singular tear raced to his chin. 

"Please just rest, I promise that we will help you see him when he wakes. You can't go to him when you are on the brink of death Jungkook, you will be no help to him if you are as immobile as a comatose body." Jin finished. Jungkook just nodded, mouth shut and mind warping. "We are going to go down to the cafe a few floors down, want anything?" Yoongi asked slowly. "Chicken sandwich and 2 babycinos," he whispered. 

"He can't drink anything yet Kook," 

"...1 babycino."