I'll be there! | Jin one shots

Jinmin - I'll be there

The early morning sun peeked through the horizon as Seokjin steered his car through the busy streets of Seoul. His day as a doctor at Seoul General Hospital was about to begin, and he was already planning the surgeries and patient visits ahead. The streets were still bustling despite the hour, but his mind was focused, ready for the challenges ahead.

Suddenly, a figure stumbled out onto the road, causing him to slam on the brakes. His heart leapt into his throat as his car screeched to a halt just in time.

"What the-" Seokjin quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, stepping out of his car.

Lying on the asphalt was a young man, clothes disheveled and stained with dirt. His lip was split, his knuckles bruised, and there was a thin trickle of blood running down his temple. The man's eyes fluttered open weakly before he lost consciousness right in front of Seokjin.

Seokjin's heart clenched. Whoever he was, he looked like he had been in a fight. He crouched down, checked for a pulse, and let out a sigh of relief when he felt a steady thrum beneath his fingers. Without a second thought, Seokjin lifted the man into his car, muttering under his breath, "What on earth happened to you?"

---

When the man finally woke up in one of the hospital rooms, his reaction wasn't what Seokjin had expected.

"Where am I?" the man grumbled, sitting up with visible discomfort.

"You're in Seoul General Hospital," Seokjin replied calmly, standing by the bedside. "You passed out on the road, so I brought you here."

"Great. Just great." The man rolled his eyes, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You just couldn't mind your own business, could you?"

Seokjin blinked at him, stunned. "Excuse me? You collapsed in front of my car. I wasn't about to leave you there."

The man scowled but didn't argue further. Seokjin noticed the name on his driver's license while completing the paperwork earlier: Park Jimin. His ID revealed nothing about the stormy emotions clearly etched on his face.

"You're welcome, by the way," Seokjin added, his tone slightly sharper than before.

"Yeah, whatever," Jimin muttered, sliding off the bed. "I'm fine now. Thanks for nothing."

Seokjin watched, dumbfounded, as Jimin walked out of the hospital without so much as a backward glance.

---

Weeks passed, and Seokjin had almost forgotten about the strange encounter. Until one evening, as he drove home from another long day at work, he saw a familiar figure walking alone down a dimly lit street.

"Is that...?" Seokjin narrowed his eyes, recognizing the same disheveled form from before. He pulled over and rolled down his window.

"Park Jimin!" he called out.

Jimin froze, his shoulders tensing, before turning to see who it was. The moment their eyes met, Jimin's face twisted into a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment.

"Not you again," Jimin muttered as Seokjin stepped out of his car.

Seokjin ignored the comment, his doctor instincts kicking in as he noticed the fresh bruises on Jimin's face and arms. "What happened to you this time? Were you in another fight?"

"It's none of your business," Jimin snapped, crossing his arms defensively.

"Look at yourself," Seokjin said, his voice soft but firm. "You're hurt. Let me help."

Jimin hesitated, his gaze dropping to the ground. For reasons he couldn't explain, Seokjin's presence felt... comforting. Reluctantly, he muttered, "Fine. Whatever."

Seokjin took Jimin to a nearby convenience store and bought a first-aid kit. They sat on a bench outside, the cool night air wrapping around them as Seokjin gently cleaned Jimin's wounds.

"You don't have to do this," Jimin said quietly, watching Seokjin work with careful precision.

"I want to," Seokjin replied simply.

For the first time in years, Jimin felt something warm bloom in his chest. It wasn't just the kindness in Seokjin's actions but the sincerity in his voice.

---

Over the next few months, Seokjin and Jimin crossed paths more frequently. At first, it seemed coincidental, but gradually, they started seeking each other out. Seokjin learned that Jimin was a street fighter, earning money to survive after being disowned by his family for liking boys. Jimin admitted he didn't have a degree, making it nearly impossible to find stable work.

"I don't need anyone," Jimin would insist, but Seokjin saw through the bravado.

One evening, after yet another fight had left Jimin battered and bruised, Seokjin couldn't hold back anymore.

"You can't keep doing this, Jimin," Seokjin said, his voice trembling with frustration. "You deserve better than this life."

Jimin laughed bitterly. "Deserve? You think I deserve anything? My own family didn't want me."

"Your family was wrong," Seokjin said firmly, stepping closer. "You're worth so much more than this."

Jimin looked up at him, tears pooling in his eyes. "Why do you care so much?"

"Because I-" Seokjin hesitated before taking a deep breath. "Because I care about you, Jimin. And I'll be there for you, always and forever."

Jimin's walls crumbled at those words. No one had ever promised to stay by his side before. He reached out hesitantly, and Seokjin took his hand, their fingers intertwining.

---

As the weeks turned into months, their bond deepened. Seokjin helped Jimin find a steady job, encouraging him to pursue something beyond fighting. With Seokjin's unwavering support, Jimin began to believe in himself again.

One evening, as they sat on a park bench watching the city lights twinkle in the distance, Jimin leaned his head on Seokjin's shoulder.

"Thank you," Jimin whispered.

"For what?" Seokjin asked softly.

"For showing me what love feels like," Jimin said, his voice trembling with emotion.

Seokjin turned to face him, his heart swelling with affection. "I told you, Jimin. Always and forever."

Their lips met in a gentle kiss, sealing the promise they had made to each other. It wasn't the end of their struggles, but together, they knew they could face anything.