𝐴𝑆𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑀; bts os

knj : save me

summary: in which they can't without one another.

genre: angst, fluff

word count: + 2.3k

part 4 of the 'save me' series.

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the hot and sticky air hit me like a truck, as i stepped out of the airport, into the burning heat of an afternoon in a korean summer. the first thing i spotted was a guy with bright, mint hair, looking all to familiar to me. i walked, no, ran towards him, and when he spotted me, he opened his arms, engulfing me in a warm hug. "yoongi.", i whispered. my best friend sighed and held me even tighter. "i'm so happy to see you, but i wish for the circumstances to be different.", he said. "have you heard anything about him?", i asked, looking up to the older male, who shook his head.

just as he was about to reply, his phone rang. the older boy sighed, slightly annoyed and went to answer the call. "yeah - jin, what's up? - wait, what?! - yes, she's with me - ok, we'll be there in no time - yes - alright, bye.", he spoke and i raised my eyebrow out of curiosity. "(y/n), good news. they found namjoon, not far away from the exploded place, he's injured, but addressable, so it is fine for now.", yoongi said, his eyes shone with bright relief. i let out a gasp, clasping my hands in front of my mouth, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. "t-that's amazing..", i whispered.

"let's go, we can drive to the hospital right away. oh, and how long are you going to stay?", yoongi asked me while grabbing my hand, pulling me with him. "only one week, school starts for me soon, and my parents don't want me to miss out a day.", i mumbled. abruptedly, yoongi stopped and looked at me worried. "are you alright?" "n-not really ... i mean, i am nervous. i can only stay for a week and i don't want to be separated from him once again. so ... can we just go ... elsewhere?", i requested, close to tears once again. "oh (y/n) ...", yoongi sighed and brought me into another hug, cradling me in his arms. "i did not know about that ... but is there something you want to do?"

i cleared my throat. "m-maybe we can go to the hospital, but ... uhm, we don't go to see him. i just want to talk to the doctors.", i pleaded and yoongi finally nodded. "if you're more comfortable with that, then let's go."

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"ok, room 214.", yoongi mumbled, eyes scanning the floors and countless doors. just as we found the right door, it opened, causing myself to quickly hide behind yoongi. glancing at the doctor in a white coat, i cleared my throat, looking at the doctor. "uhm, excuse me, sir?" said male looked at me. "yes, miss?" "may i know what happened to kim namjoon? i am a close friend of his." "normally we don't give pieces of information to guests that aren't close relatives." all of a sudden, yoongi joined the conversation. "excuse me, sir, but may i have a word here as well? it's the case that my friend can't and does not want to meet the patient as her stay here is really limited. so, in the end, we just wanted to know if he is alright, and what kind of medicaments he receives."

raising an eyebrow at yoongi, the doctor sighed. "well, mr. kim has some minor to major burns all over his body, also his leg is broken as he was blown away due to the detonation.", he informed us. "do you perhaps have a piece of paper and a pen?", i asked. as he handed asked things to me, i quickly scribbled down some notes, mainly special medicaments. after i gave the paper to him, the doctor raised his eyebrow in surprise. "how do you know about these medicaments?" "i want to study medicine soon, and i already learned a lot about this. please take care of him and make sure that he recovers well. oh, and may i add: mr. kim tends to be a bit clumsy and hurt himself on accident quite often."