Marked (BTS Taehyung)

Chapter Sixteen: Good Morning

Namjoon's wolf form howled in pain as he watched Jade go down. He didn't notice that Jin had disappeared, or that the rest of his pack was winning the fight. All he could see through the blood-red haze of his anger was the man that had just taken his mate down.

He shook the other alpha off of his flank, sprinting directly at the man who had the nerve to hurt his mate. He was upon the man in seconds, claws digging into his shoulders and teeth going straight for the throat. It was only a matter of moments before he was dead, his body returning to his true form, a ragged brown wolf, eyes glossing over before his final breath escaped his body.

Namjoon shifted back to his human form immediately, wiping blood from his hands as he ran to Jade's crumpled body. Hands shaking, he knelt beside her, and cradled her head in his blood-stained hands.

"Jade," he whimpered, the battle behind him forgotten, "please wake up."

Dinah stepped out of the apartment building; Jade would have been happy to know that both Dinah and (y/n) had made it to the building safely. If she were awake.

Dinah walked over to Namjoon, placing her fingers to the pulse point of Jade's neck.

"She's breathing," she whispered, turning to Namjoon. "We need to get her to a hospital."

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After a brief moment where both Dinah and Namjoon seemed to each forget that only Dinah knew how to drive, they pulled into the parking lot of the hospital. The same hospital that days before Dinah had given birth to Min-Jae in.

Neither was really sure what to do, and Dinah internally cursed that they hadn't thought to call an ambulance. Despite this, Namjoon lifted Jade out of the car, and ran into the emergency room, Dinah hot on his heels.

Almost immediately, a few people in the waiting room recognized him, calling out, "Rap Monster?"

He ignored them, walking briskly to the receptionist at the front desk.

"Help her. Please," he said, voice breaking, allowing his calm façade to break.

The receptionist gasped, and called for emergency staff immediately, then rounded the desk and tried to assist them in whatever way she could.

The emergency staff arrived on the scene quickly, a pair of nurses lifting Jade onto a gurney and wheeling her into the ICU, where a glass door closed and cut Namjoon off from following her any further.

He sat in the waiting room, head in his hands as he waited for any word from any of the staff that had watched him. Pity clouded their eyes when the verdict was reached: Jade was unconscious, and probably would be for a very long time.

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Jane was very easily having a much better time. She woke up in a comfortable bed, a comforter was pulled up to her chin, a pillow softer than anything she had ever felt before was under her head, and she could smell breakfast being made. In all honesty, she was under the impression that she had died in the battle, and that for some reason, while it may have been a fluke, she had made it into heaven.

On this note, she wondered who it was that was cooking, as she didn't really have anyone in her past that she felt would be willing to deal with her in heaven.

Curiosity got the better of her, and she slipped out of the warm cocoon of the blankets surrounding her, and left the room, following the scent of food throughout the building.

There are a lot of hallways in heaven, she thought, turning down yet another one and sighing, rubbing at her neck.

She wasn't sure what was cooking, but she knew that she wanted some of whatever it was, and as she made her way to the kitchen, it was brought to her attention how plain heaven was.

She could now hear the clanging in the kitchen clearly, and rounding a corner she ran directly into the one who was making all that noise. Her head snapped up, and she looked into strangely familiar deep brown eyes, before noticing a small purple arrow on the side on his neck.

Her hand flew up to touch the side of her own neck, where a slightly raised arrow was making itself known.

"Oh, shit," she said, eyes falling shut and head leaning back to rest against the wall.

"Good morning," he said softly, "would you like some doenjiang jigae?"

She had bonded.

To fucking Kim Seokjin.

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Namjoon was seated on the right side of Jade's hospital bed, hand buried in his hair. He was surrounded by various beeping machines, and while at any other time he would have been fascinated to know what they did, at the moment he wished that they would all disappear and that Jade would be fine.

The doctors had warned him that there was a possibility that she wouldn't wake up, and there was a very large possibility that there would be a miscarriage if she did.

Many things were weighing heavily on his mind as he sat there, not sure what to say to her, to the universe, or to any god or omnipotent being that was up there.

I should have made her stay inside, he thought, racked with guilt and desperation, if she had stayed inside she would be safe.

"Mr. Kim?" a nurse said gently, shaking him out of his thoughts. "Visiting hours are about to end."

He stood, and bowed to the woman in thanks before crossing over to Jade, and placing a gentle kiss to her forehead. He rested his hand on her stomach for a moment, then shook himself slightly, pulling the door shut behind him as he exited the room.

He hoped that there were no more fans in the lobby, as he had been crying on and off for the last few hours, and really didn't think he could handle putting on a smile for them.

Dinah was waiting for him in the lobby, reading a text on her phone.

Instead of waiting, he immediately left the hospital, walking briskly to the car and trying to figure out he was going to tell the rest of the pack the news.