Our Song (BTS Jungkook X Rapmonster fanfic)

After all this..

     It was complete hell in that waiting room for Namjoon. All the other members of Bangtan were getting their wounds treated accordingly, but not him. Why? Because Jungkook, the youngest of them all, had put his life at risk for Rap monster's safety. Now, he was paying the price for his actions through an operation that left the older in mental agony. Hours passed, but Namjoon never moved from his spot in the dim waiting room. Jimin and Suga were the first to be treated and offered to grab food in the cafeteria for the rest. J-hope took longer to recover as a few glass shards were still in his back as well. V sat next to him in a similar manner to the leader. Jin was the last to exit the room and had gauze wrapped around his left arm and right leg.

    "Hyung," said J-hope to the still Namjoon "it's not your fault, okay? It's not. You didn't cause the crash. Don't beat yourself up about it. Jungkookie is going to fine."

     The words fell of deaf ears. Rap monster knew deep in his  heart that J-hope's words were true, it WASN'T his fault. But, a part of his heart was heavy with guilt. He needed Jungkook to get better. He needed to say "Thank you, and I'm sorry." Namjoon NEEDED to see the Maknae smile at him brightly again.

     "Jungkook," whispered Rap Monster quietly "please, please be okay."

     Finally, after what seemed like an eternity. The red light turned off and a doctor came walking out.

     Namjoon reacted immediately and asked him "Doctor, how is he? Is he alright? Will he get better?" He knew that he sounded like a small child, pleading desperately for something he wanted, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was the well being of Jeon Jungkook.

     The doctor was silent for a few moments before responding "The boy had some minor spinal damage, so he will have to stay here for a few more weeks of monitoring. Luckily, it didn't seem to affect the control of his limbs too bad, and with a bit of physical therapy, he should be fine."

     Rap Monster sighed deeply 'He's okay' he thought in relief 'Thank God, he is okay' He looked at the doctor and asked "Can I see him? Please?"

     The doctor once again paused "..Sure. Just don't disturb him too much, the drugs we used to keep him asleep should be wearing off soon."

     As soon as the words escaped the doctor mouth, Namjoon went sprinting towards the room, not bothering to say a simple 'Thanks'. The doctor walked away in the opposite direction, but stopped midway and looked back towards the teen who seemed like a child running for presents on Christmas day. There was one thing about Jungkook's condition the doctor had chosen not to mention, but he didn't know how to break it to Namjoon. He needed to find out for himself. Hopefully, it wouldn't destroy his spirit entirely.

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     Rap Monster stood in front of the room and took a deep breath. He was finally going to see the Maknae again. He slowly opened the door. The room was small and cozy with chairs on the left side of the bed in the middle. Jungkook's body lay sleeping in the bed peacefully, his arms containing small IV needles that connected to a machine on his right. Namjoon pulled up one of the chairs so it was next to the small boy. He held his hand and gave it a small sqeeze.

     "Thank you so much," was all he could bring himself to say. It was all he really needed to say because thats how he really felt. Even before the accident, Namjoon had felt..close to the younger in a way he couldn't explain. The smallest gestures from Jungkook:  his laugh,his smile, the way his hair moved when he shook his head. All of these at one point or another made the leader think things like "He's so cute.." or "I wish I could hold him.." Was it just his hormones? Was it a phase, or a meaningless 'crush'? Or was it something more, like Love? Most of the time, Rap Monster would dismiss it from his mind as a distraction. But when he saw Jungkook sleep on his side of their room, it was hard not to stare at the soft,innocent lips of the other. Not to wish those lips to be on his. The accident just made the infatuation from Namjoon grow. Jungkook didn't have to shield him from the glass, he could have easily saved himself by landing on the other side of the bus, but he did. And here they were, in a hospital, because of his decision. While still deep in thought, the older felt a twitch on his hands.
     He gasped, Jungkook was waking up, "H-hey! Kookie it's me! Wake up!" He half-yelled. After a few seconds, the Maknae did just that. He blinked slowly and rubbed his eyes, then he turned his head and looked at Namjoon.
      The older couldn't have been happier "Jungkook, thank you so much!" he cried on the verge of tears "I'm sorry I didn't just leave you alone on the bus, but I promise to make it up to you when we get out of here! I'll take you wherever you wanna go, we can take everyone else too! I bet they are worrying about you too, I can go get them if you wa-"
       In the middle of his desperate apology Rap Monster realized something was off. Jungkook didn't look happy or relived, he didn't say a word. Instead he looked, panicked, shocked as if he had seen a ghost. The Maknae's head looked back and forth in the room, desperately looking for something. His eyes finally landed of the front pocket of Namjoon's jacket, he pointed to it in a furious motion, over and over again. Rap monster was very confused to say the least, but he put his hand in the pocket the younger was pointing too and pulled out what was in it. It was his phone. Jungkook snatched it out of his hands quickly, and began typing something, his fingers almost slamming on the keyboard with every key.
Confused and concerned Namjoon asked "Jungkook? What are you doing? What's wron-" but before he could finish his sentence, the Maknae turned the screen and shoved it near his face so he could see. What he saw shocked the older to no end, his heart sank in his chest. The 'notepad app' was opened, and what was typed on the screen was the source of the reaction, it read:

"Hyung, my voice...My voice is gone. I can't speak anymore. I'm scared.."