It's Not Over Yet •Namjin•

~Chapter 10~ Promise Me

~ᑕᕼᗩᑭTEᖇ TEᑎ~ ᑭᖇOᗰIᔕE ᗰE

It took awhile of convincing, but eventually Jin and Namjoon had convinced the others that they were fine, and they should go and get something to eat, after lunch, if the doctors allowed, all of them would go check on Jungkook. Yoongi had filled them in, with a more detailed explanation on his situation.

Supposedly the chances of him walking again were incredibly low. There was just to much damage to the lower spinal cord and nerve system. But the doctor had said that in a few months, after he had healed, that there was a chance it would be possible. If they were lucky.

At this moment  though, Jin was laying back in his bed, his eyes closed. He wouldn't be able to go see Jungkook like the others, having to stay here because of how bad his leg still was. According to a nurse it was getting really bad- and despite when Jin had wrapped it, it had still been bleeding because it was such a deep wound.

That explained why he had collapsed.

Jins right hand was holding onto Namjoons, who was still sitting on a chair by his side. Namjoons face was rested on the side of the bed, as both of them were stuck in the middle ground of sleep on consciousness. Jin gently rubbed his thumb against the back of his hand.

He was tired, and wanted to sleep, but couldn't make himself do so. There was still so much that needed to be done. That needed fixed. He didn't know exactly how Namjoons memory was- the second time he had asked earlier it was brushed off. And Jungkook... He was so young to have everything torn away like that. He tried telling himself of the small chance he still had, but it all seemed so hopeless.

Jin slowly cracked his eyes open, the bright light filtering through, and he glanced down to Namjoon who had appeared to have fallen asleep now. It must've been incredibly uncomfortable, but Jin didn't want to wake him up just yet. He seemed relaxed, and he deserved that after these last couple of days.

Jin tilted his head to the side to look at the opposite end of the room, letting his gaze fall upon the window. Outside was dark, sheets of rain pouring down. He couldn't believe he didn't notice the sound of it earlier. Though, granted, most of the machinery in here had taken some attention away from it.

Jin could only imagine how different it would be right now if Yoongi hadn't had been there.

We probably would've died out there. Jin thought. That seemed to have been all too real.

But there were so many small things that could've happened differently that would have changed this. Things that Jin could have done. For example, making sure Jungkook had been buckled in and sitting upright. He could have worked harder in getting them to leave sooner.

Even though it was probably around midday, the sky was dark. Only illuminated by the occasional flash of lighting, before it disappeared. Just short, fleeting moments, that made up everything.

All his moments, so short and insignificant, could have ended then. Every day he had spent laughing with the others. Every silent time he spent alone with Namjoon, wrapped in his arms, and whispering sweet nothings. That would have all ended.

No more laughter, no more joy. He would have been gone, and now matter how hard Jin thought he couldn't wrap his mind around it.

But what was worse was that if he had survived and they hadn't. That could have easily been the case, Jungkook was already in such bad condition, just another jostle of the car would have easily ended it right there, but it didn't. Namjoon could have been hurt a lot more. Say, the airbags failed. It wouldn't have just been a concussion.

Jin couldn't picture having had woken up to Namjoon beside him in the vehicle, but to never awaken from the coldness of death. To never smile or laugh, or kiss Jin with his soft lips again.

Jin gently tugged on Namjoons hand, keeping his eyes locked out the window and facing away from him.

"Namjoon..?" He said silently, hoping to get him to wake up.

Namjoons eyes opened slowly, and he rubbed them. "Yeah?" His voice was tired, as he looked at the backside of Jins head.

"Can you promise me something?" Jin asked, giving Namjoons hand a very soft squeeze.

"Anything. " he replied without so much as a half seconds hesitation.

Jin was silent for a brief moment. "Don't leave me. I want you to stay by my side for the rest of our lives. I don't want to lose you. " Jin looked at Namjoon then, a tear rolling down the side of his face and onto the white hospital pillow.

Namjoon stood up an walked over to the end of the bed opposite of his hurt leg, sliding in to lay on his side next to Jin and facing him.

"I, Kim Namjoon, solemnly promise to stay by your side for the rest of our lives. Because, Kim Seokjin," Namjoon reached a hand over to brush away Jin's tears with a tender touch. "I love you. "

Jin pressed his face into Namjoons chest, his shoulders shaking slightly as tears still found their ways down his face. 

"Don't forget. Never, ever forget that I love you too, Namjoon. You can't forget." Jins voice came out muffled through the clothing of Namjoons hospital gown, taking in deep breaths of his scent.

He felt Namjoons arm wrap around him, securing him into the safety he longed for that only he could provide.

"This is something I will never allow myself to forget. " Namjoon said silently back, as a reassurance.

Jin closed his eyes, listening to the sound of Namjoon breathing. In. Out. In. Out.

He was here. He was real. He wasn't gone, and what could have been, was not what had been. There were many endings for what had happened to them, and this, even though it would be rough, was something Jin was thankful for.

They were alive. And that's what really mattered.

Jins eyes drifted closed, and he fell asleep with Namjoons arms around him, resting his head on his chest.

It was all he could have asked for.