"Is he online shopping in a fucking coma?" Jungkook nearly shouted, his volume making Namjoon groan.
His friend had banged on his bedroom door at, god, what time was it, 5:30 in the morning? Some ungodly hour, Namjoon was sure. He squinted at the fully dressed Jungkook, who was standing just inside his room and holding a giant box with the word 'Nordstrom' on it under one arm.
"Look! It says Lee Seokjin!" his friend continued, getting even louder if that was possible. "I know he likes to buy stuff from American stores, but how is he shopping when he's-"
"Jungkook, please shut up. I am going back to sleep and so should you," Namjoon mumbled, but his friend ignored him and walked past the doctor, starting to pace back and forth across the room.
"When is he going to wake up from his stupid coma? I want to ask him how he did it," Jungkook snapped, laying the box on the foot of Namjoon's bed as he stomped passed it. "He's not in a coma, he's only been out for two days. His body needs time to recover, you're overreacting," Namjoon replied drowsily, crossing his arms and shutting his eyes. He was still standing by the door, but it didn't seem like Jungkook was leaving any time soon.
"He probably ordered whatever it is before the whole thing," the doctor added, an afterthought. His brain was taking longer than normal to reason things out. "I'm going to open it, I have too ," Jungkook said, as if he couldn't hear Namjoon at all.
"That's mail fraud," Namjoon replied, squinting as his friend glared at him and asked, "Does it look like I give a fuck?" Jungkook pulled his switchblade out of his pocket and began slicing through the tape sealing the package with a ferocity that was mildly alarming. Once it was nearly torn to shreds, Jungkook looked inside the box and barked out a laugh. Just one syllable. Just 'Ha' .
"It's fucking clothes. I don't know what I was expecting, of course its clothes!" he exclaimed, shoving the box onto the floor and collapsing face first on Namjoon's bed.
"Either go to sleep, or I'm spiking your food with sleeping pills. You haven't slept in two days, and your mental state is seriously worrying me," the doctor said, curling up on the armchair by the window since his bed was now occupied. "Seokjin is sleeping enough for both of us!" was his friend's very unsatisfactory reply.
"Wake him up. Give him that crazy shot thing like last time, and do it now! I'm sick of waiting for him to wake up on his own!" Jungkook continued, standing back up so fast that it made Namjoon's head spin just watching.
"No, we've been over this," the doctor said, trying to not to sound as frustrated as he was. "Do it right now, or I'm going to do it myself," Jungkook snapped, coming to stand right in front of Namjoon's armchair and looking the textbook definition of menacing.
Realizing that his friend was just sleep deprived enough to make good on that threat, and that Jungkook would mess it up if he tried, the doctor sighed loudly. "If he dies, it's your fault, not mine. Just so we're clear," Namjoon grumbled, pushing himself to his feet and stomping out of his bedroom, Jungkook close on his heels with the box of clothes back under his arm.
The medical ward was only one door away, Namjoon had chosen this bedroom specifically to be close to his patients at all times, so the journey was a short one. The large room was dim, a single light on by his desk, the first rays of sunlight starting to trickle in through the window shades.
"I'm going to give him an extremely diluted dose, only about an eighth of what I gave him last time. If it does wake him up, he won't be all bouncy and hyper like before. It's more like a nudge to get him going," Namjoon said, starting to feel a bit more awake.
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Fanfiction'As soon as he turned eighteen, Seokjin gave up on his useless doctors, moved out of his parents' house, and steadily began to burn through the contents of his enormous bank accounts. His days on this hell planet were already numbered and Seokjin di...
