Stuck With You [Taekook ff]

40 | When They Could Finally Talk

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The words hit Taehyung like a freight train. An explosion? Jungkook had been gone for just a couple days. How did he end up in New York and had already survived being in a place that had more than likely been bombed?

"I'll be there," Taehyung said to Nurse Johnston, his voice barely above a whisper. He hung up, his hand trembling as he set the phone down on the island.

For a moment, he sat on a bar stool frozen, his mind racing. The image of Jungkook lying in a hospital bed in New York, injured and alone, sent a wave of fear crashing over him. He needed to get to New York. Fast.

He pushed himself to his feet, kicked the bitch Tailor out of his condo, what the fuck? Why was she even there? He grabbed his suit coat, and dialed Namjoon's number. Namjoon picked up on the third ring.

"Taehyung? What's up?" Namjoon's voice was calm, always the steady one among them. They had just spoken earlier at work so Joon wondered what had happened to warrant a night call.

"It's Jungkook," Taehyung said, his voice tight. "He's in a hospital in New York. There was an explosion, and he's hurt. I need to get there now. Since you and Yoongi had planned to go with me in a couple of days anyways, do you think you can come with me?"

There was a brief pause on the other end, and then Namjoon replied, his tone serious.

"Of course. I'll call Jin and Yoongi. We'll meet you at the airport."

"Thanks," Taehyung said, his voice faltering. "I don't know what I'd do without you guys."

"Don't worry about that," Namjoon replied softly. "You'll get through this Taehyung."

Taehyung hung up and made his way to his bedroom, grabbing his crossbody bag with everything in it he would need, locked his apartment up. As he made it downstairs, his mind was already focusing on the next steps. His heart ached with fear and uncertainty, but he knew one thing for sure—he needed to be with Jungkook, no matter what it took.

At the airport, Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi were already waiting for him, their expressions tense but determined. Jin, ever the caretaker, immediately wrapped Taehyung in a tight hug. "Everything is going to be ok," he whispered.

Yoongi placed a comforting hand on Taehyung's shoulder. "We'll find out what happened. And we'll make sure he's okay. I've purchased the tickets already online. There is a plane about to leave in a few. We got lucky."

Taehyung nodded, unable to speak. They boarded the plane in silence, each of them lost in their own thoughts. The flight to New York felt endless, every minute stretching out painfully. Taehyung kept replaying the nurse's words in his head— Jungkook was stable but injured. There was an explosion. It all seemed so surreal, like a nightmare he couldn't wake up from.

When they finally landed in New York, the group moved quickly, catching an Uber to the hospital. The city buzzed with its usual energy, but Taehyung barely noticed. All he could think about was Jungkook, lying in a hospital bed somewhere in this sprawling city.

At the hospital, a different nurse met them in the emergency room's waiting room. Her face was serious, but there was a glimmer of reassurance in her eyes. "Mr. Kim, I'm glad you're here. Mr. Jeon is stable, and we're doing everything we can for him."

Taehyung's voice was hoarse as he asked, "Can I see him?"

She nodded. "Follow me." Taehyung followed and left his bag with his friends.

The walk to Jungkook's room felt like it took an eternity. When they finally reached it, Taehyung hesitated at the door, his heart pounding. He wasn't sure he was ready to see Jungkook like this, but he knew he had to.