Ever been in that half-asleep state where you are aware of everything that's going on around you, but you feel as if you couldn't move a bone in your entire body?
That's how I would describe myself at this moment.
I could think for myself, and I could recall all memories, so thankfully there was none or minimal damage done to my head. The only pain I felt was a throbbing in my right leg and scratches covering both arms. My head did hurt, but nothing major.
I heard a door being opened and a soft voice. "Kim Namjoon?" the stranger whispered.
I wanted to answer. I really did. But my body was shut down. Mentally, I was there; physically, I was practically a corpse. I tried something, anything, to acknowledge the fact I was listening. Even the simple action of moving a finger seemed impossible.
The door shut slowly. Footsteps neared my bedside. "Mr. Kim? Can you hear me?"
Come on, Namjoon. Do something. I got closer to moving my hand, but didn't quite make it yet. What I did was let out a soft groan and turned my neck a few centimeters towards the heavenly voice.
The man released a quiet scoff. "You don't have to wake up." He paused. "You don't have to worry about a thing. You're going to be just fine. I promise."
Wake up, Namjoon! For gods sake, answer the man! I found myself able to part my lips. My eyes, which were bolted shut, squeezed together, then split apart in the slightest way.
Blinding light shone from above, causing me to groan again. I turned my head away from the light slowly as my eyes opened centimeter by centimeter.
"Hello?" came the voice again.
Before my eyes completely adjusted to the sudden brightness, the blurred form of a man was all I saw. Then, as I adjusted, his features came into full definition.
Oh sweet baby Jesus.
He was hot. No other way to put it. His hair was perfectly styled the way he wanted. His skin tone was subtly tanned (so subtle it's barely noticeable) to the perfect shade. His lips, full and plump, parted as his dark, shining gaze stared at me in hopeful worry. His jawline could cut through solid rock. He wore a white lab coat that hung off his extremely broad and manly shoulders and had a stethoscope resting around his neck. He placed a gentle, smooth hand on one of my shoulders. "How are you feeling?"
I blinked a few times. "Fine," I croaked. I hadn't realized how dry my throat was until now. I cleared my throat and repeated, "I-I'm fine."
The man smiled, and oh crap I'm in trouble. "That's good." He pulled up a chair and leaned in close to me as he sat. "Can you tell me your name?"
"Kim Namjoon."
"And how old are you?"
"23."
"Do you know where you are?"
I looked around. "Um...a hospital?"
The doctor chuckled. "Yes. What do you last remember?"
I searched my thoughts. "Nothing really."
"Then I'll fill you in." He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "I'm afraid to inform you that you were in an accident. A car accident, that is. You-"
I interrupted him while the sudden terrifying memory came to mind. I sat up abruptly, realizing it was a big mistake when pain shot through all places in every part of my body. I clenched my teeth, demanding, "Hoseok...is-is he...?"
From the sudden action, Jin straightened up in his seat. "Ah, yes, the passenger. Jung Hoseok is the name, correct?"
I nodded, my heart beating out of my chest. Hoseok...you have to be okay...Yoongi will kill me...
