Have You Fallen In Love, Yet? | TK

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Jungkook POV

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Taehyung POV

The wailing of ambulances and the sirens of police cars ring through my head. My eyes flutter open and close.

"Stay with us, Mr. Kim," a unfamiliar voice mutters.

Pain

All I can feel is pain.

"Someone call his family!"

"Mr. Jeon is losing blood!"

"He's unconscious!"

"K-koo," I whisper just before everything goes dark.

My eyes shoot open as my body jolts.

What happened?

"Oh my lord, Taehyung!" A voice yells from beside me. "He's awake! Call the doctor!"

As light unexpectedly floods my vision, I find myself in a hospital room surrounded by the cool, sterile walls and the hum of medical equipment. Strapped onto the stretcher, a maze of wires and tubes snake across my body.

A rush of panic hits me as fragments of memories flood my mind, causing my heart to race and my breath to turn shallow. "W-what happened?" I manage to stammer, feeling the weight of confusion and discomfort settle upon me.

"Oh no, honey. Don't talk yet," I hear my mom say. "I'm so h-happy that you're okay. I was so scared, my son."

"Mrs. Kim, let's give the patient some space," a unfamiliar voice exclaims.

"Yes, of course," my mom replies. "I'll be back, Tae. I'm going to go let everyone know."

"J-Jungkook," I whisper, my voice all croaky.

Concern etches across my mother's face as she tries to divert my attention. "We can talk about that later, honey."

"No. W-where is h-he?" I ask. "T-take me to my K-koo." With a groan, I try to get up but the doctor quickly holds me down.

"You gotta take it easy, Kim," the doctor says. "Let me examine you first and then you'll get your answers. Sounds good?"

I weakly nod.

He has to be okay.

He will be okay.

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Several fractures in my legs, broken arm, twisted and fractured ankles, sprained wrist, road rash, a concussion and muscle damage. 

But I'll be okay.

The doctor said that I've been passed out for a week. That's a long time.

"T-tell me," I urge as the doctor and my dad leave. "Everything."

"Oh Tae," my mom sighs. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes," I croak out.

My mom takes a seat on the bed, a look of concern etched into her features. "You two got into an accident. It was attempted murder, Tae," she says, her voice tinged with a mixture of sorrow and disbelief.

"W-what?" I stutter. Who would do such a thing?

But deep down, I already know the answer.

"We got a call 2 hours later when you were rushed over to the hospital. We got to know that the brakes of Jungkook's bike were removed, harshly and quickly," my mom explains, her voice low and solemn. "A car, without a driver, then crashed into you but thankfully missed hitting you directly. It's all connected, Tae. Whoever wanted you dead, removed the brakes and then crashed you guys. The cops are trying to find out who it was but certainly don't have any leads."