Important Business

Part 13.2

A/N: I am very nice....You realize that? :)

Remember the like... that makes me happy and motivates me.

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Slow and steady beeping sounded in his ear, along with several hushed voices, but he couldn't understand what they were saying. He felt drowsy and didn't really want to wake up but his heart rate picked up when one thought penetrated his mind and the beeping sound got faster as well.

"Taehyung!" he called out and opened his eyes. Blinding light was shining down on him and he squeezed them shut. He could only lift one arm to shield his eyes, the other wasn't moving and constricted to his chest. A curtain was shoved to the side and he turned his head in the direction. Four men were standing around a cot, but they were looking at him now.

Hoseok, closest to him, stepped up to where he lay.

"Jungkook-ah," he said gently. "I'm glad you are awake."

"Where is Tae?" Jungkook asked urgently. "Where is he?" And he tried to sit up. His whole body suddenly seemed to hurt.

Hoseok helped him. "He is right here, in the other bed," he explained soothingly and pointed to the cot.

Jungkook tried to focus, concluding he was in an Emergency Room and registered that Hobum, Seokjin... and the gallery owner from the Cartier photo shoot stood there. He couldn't remember his name, but he was a strange addition to everyone.

Taehyung had a white bandage on his forehead, his face less radiant and somehow gray, and Jungkook felt emotions rise that were overpowering. His vision got blurry and he hid his eyes with the arm he could move. He took several breaths, keeping the tears and emotions down. He couldn't cry now.

"He has a concussion but he is otherwise fine," Seokjin said gently and touched his shoulder. Jungkook winced and looked at him in pain.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," he hurried and his face contorted in empathy and embarrassment, his hands floating around Jungkook, not daring to touch again to console him. "Sorry, so sorry."

"Jin, let him breathe."

"Namjoon, he is hurt and emotionally not fine."

"I can see that!"

Jungkook sat slowly on the edge of the cot, the wires to the heart monitor pulling on him and his body was one blob of pain. "Why are you here? Who called you?"

"We are Taehyungie's emergency contacts," Namjoon said and pointed at Seokjin.

"And I called Hobi," Seokjin explained, "when I knew you were with Tae."

Jungkook took a deep breath and winced, looking down at his arm in a sling.

"You sprained your arm and your shoulder was dislocated," Hoseok elaborated without question. "But apparently nothing else got damaged. But it will take a while to heal."

"I... fuck... this is so fucked up," Jungkook swore. "I..."

"The police will question you later," Namjoon said. "But can you tell us what happened?"

"Why are you his emergency contacts?" Jungkook asked, still confused.

He saw Seokjin and Namjoon share a glance. "We are his brothers," Seokjin answered. "You can call me Jin and him Joon, if you like."

Jungkook somehow felt like he was in a twilight zone. Were there any more surprises tonight?

"And are you his uncle now?" he asked, directed at Hobum, who had been quiet all this time.