"This is where I'm scheduled to die?" Jin groaned, looking at the pale medical room with the white walls which he learned to loathe, "As if it weren't depressing enough..."
"Pickers can't be choosers," Jungkook reminded.
"And I suppose that means dyers can't be livers?" Jin chuckled, as Jungkook lightly punched his arm.
"Oh, stop," Jungkook groaned, "I'm going to call Namjoon and Jimin."
"Why?"
"To tell them that you're here?" Jungkook leered.
"Why Namjoon?" Jin asked.
"Because you dated him for seven years, and you aren't allowed to be petty on your death bed."
"But I'm dating you now," Jin whined, "Won't it be awkward?"
"It's a hospital, not a house party," Jungkook scoffed, "Now put on your gown, before that nurse comes in and crucifies me for letting you fool around," he said, glancing at Jin who was spinning around in a rolling chair.
"Okay, sergeant," Jin chuckled, removing his clothes down to his underwear and slipping the hospital gown on above them.
"Can you tie it in the back," Jin asked, as Jungkook scrolled mindlessly through his contact list."Of course," Jungkook said, putting his phone into his pocket and spinning Jin around to lace up the two ties on his back.
Jin turned around, looking at himself in the chrome reflection of a scale, and frowning.
"I look gross, and sick," Jin frowned, "It's like I'm already dead."
"You look beautiful," Jungkook said, approaching Jin and putting his hands on his waist, "Don't worry. You look good in powder blue," he chuckled, pinching Jin's fabric between his thumb and index finger, and kissing Jin's forehead.
Jin smiled shyly, retreating to his bed.
"Okay," Jin grinned, "You can call them now."★
"Keep your hands where I can see them," the officer boomed with malicious intent, as Hoseok shoved Yoongi to the side, and took off running through the crowded airport.
"Hoseok!" Yoongi screamed, trying to run after him but being held back by authorities.
"I'm so sorry!" Hoseok's voice called to him from the distance, as sirens and alarms, and a possible gunshot sounded.
Yoongi crumbled to the floor, with an officer holding each of his arms."Do you know that young man?" one of the police officers asked Yoongi.
"Of course I do!" Yoongi shouted in anger, trying to shake the men off of him.
"Do you know what kind of trouble he's been in?" the other asked.
Reluctantly, Yoongi replied.
"No," Yoongi said, "I have no fucking idea."Promptly, the officers dropped Yoongi, and followed the rest of their unit through the airport in pursuit of Hoseok.
"HE'S GETTING AWAY!"Yoongi remained on the ground, with tears in his eyes, mad at Hoseok, and the police, and confused, and afraid.
"What happened?" Namjoon shouted as he pushed through the crowd and dropped to Yoongi's side, "It's been on the news all morning that Hoseok was being detained. Where is he?"
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Death Drive
Fanfictionbts ; "We'll paint the town red," "You aren't thinking big enough," "Fine. We'll paint the world red," ★ Featuring: -Jin: a young man having a mid-life crisis. -Yoongi: a soft and angry basket case. -Hoseok: a kleptomaniac on the run. -Namjoon: a bo...