As the hours ticked by, Jungkook gradually regained consciousness, the dim light of the room filtering through his eyelids. He blinked a few times, trying to focus on the figures around him. The sterile scent of antiseptic hung in the air, and the soft beeping of the heart monitor provided a steady rhythm, grounding him in reality.
A doctor entered, his expression professional yet warm. He began to examine Jungkook, checking his vitals and asking a series of questions. "Can you hear me, Jungkook? Can you tell me your name?"
"Jungkook," he croaked, his voice raspy and weak.
The doctor nodded, a reassuring smile breaking across his face. "Good. You're in the hospital. You took quite a fall, but you're stable now. We're going to take care of you."
As the doctor continued his examination, Jungkook felt a wave of relief wash over him. He was alive, and the voices of his friends and family surrounded him, filling the room with a sense of warmth and comfort.
Once the doctor finished, he stepped back, allowing Jungkook's family and friends to gather around him. His parents were the first to move closer, their eyes filled with tears of relief and joy. Jungkook's father squeezed his hand tightly, while his mother brushed her fingers gently against his hair, whispering words of love and encouragement.
Then, one by one, the members of BTS stepped forward, each sharing their own words of support. Jimin was the first to speak, his voice thick with emotion. "We were so scared, Jungkook. Don't you ever scare us like that again!"
Taehyung nodded fervently. "Seriously! You're our maknae you're supposed to be invincible!" He tried to joke, but his voice cracked, revealing the worry that had weighed heavily on him.
Amidst the reunion, Jungkook's eyes drifted to the far corner of the room. There, standing a little apart from everyone else, was dahyun. Her expression was a mix of concern and relief, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. In that moment, the noise of the room faded into the background, and it felt as if they were the only two people in the world.
Jungkook gave dahyun a weak smile, trying to show her he was okay, even though the exhaustion weighed on him. His smile was soft, almost apologetic, as their eyes met across the room. dahyun, however, couldn't hold it together anymore. The sight of him so vulnerable, after everything that had happened, broke the fragile composure she had been clinging to.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and before anyone could say a word, she turned abruptly and ran out of the room, her heart pounding in her chest. The sound of her footsteps echoed down the hallway, leaving behind a tense silence.
Jungkook's smile dropped instantly as he watched her leave, a pang of guilt and worry twisting in his chest. His hand, which had been resting weakly by his side, clenched slightly as his eyes lingered on the door she had just fled through.
RM placed a reassuring hand on Jungkook's shoulder, giving him a supportive nod. "You're going to be alright, Kook. We're all here for you," he said, trying to lift the heavy mood. The others murmured in agreement, their presence a quiet comfort.
Despite their support, Jungkook's gaze kept flickering toward the door, where dahyun had disappeared. No one mentioned it, but they could all feel the weight of what had just happened. The bond they all shared was strong, but at that moment, Jungkook's thoughts were elsewhere—on the person who had just run out, and the words he hadn't been able to say.
His mother noticed the slight distraction in his eyes and gently squeezed his hand. "We're here, Jungkook. Just rest now," she whispered, her voice soft but full of love. He nodded weakly, forcing a small smile for her sake, but the emptiness in his chest remained.
