Jungkook let out a groan and opened his eyes. All he could see was white. White walls, white lights, white curtains… where was he? He couldn’t remember much past grabbing Jimin’s hand on their way to the hospital. Wait… Jimin… where was he?!Jungkook slowly began sitting up, groaning at the pain in his ribs.
“You should be resting, not sitting up,” a familiar voice said.
Jungkook looked to his side where the voice had come from and laid his eyes on the person who’d spoken.
“Where’s Jimin?” he asked.
Namjoon pursed his lips but chose to ignore the question.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“Fine. Where’s Jimin?” Jungkook asked agin.
“You shouldn’t sit up. You should rest,” Namjoon answered.
By this point, Jungkook was far more than a little annoyed.
“Damnit Namjoon! Where. Is. Jimin.?” He barked.
Namjoon sighed in defeat. He had to face the truth eventually.
“Do you remember what happened?” he asked.
Jungkook shot him a nasty glare.
“I’m going to respond but you need to know what happened first,” Namjoon said.
Jungkook sighed.
“I can’t remember anything past reaching back to hold Jimin’s hand,” he confessed.
Namjoon nodded.
“When you took your eyes off the road, you lost control. The car swerved and hydroplaned. You wrapped Jimin’s car around a tree,” he said.
As he explained, memories of the accident flooded Jungkook’s mind. He remembered trying to get the car under control and hitting into the huge oak tree. He also remembered medics surrounding them, and he remembered watching them hover over Jimin with air masks and a drive along defibrillator.
“Namjoon,” Jungkook began, tears filling his eyes, “please tell me he’s ok,” he whimpered.
Namjoon sighed. Jungkook could see the older males eyes fill with tears of his own and he shook his head. Jungkook felt his heart stop.
“You’ve been unconscious for a week. His heart stopped three times. He’s going into surgery today, but there’s no guarantee,” Namjoon said.
Tears poured down both their eyes.
“What’s wrong with him?” Jungkook asked, his voice small.
“He’s been sick. Due to his idea of “not eating until he gets his abs back” thing, his stomach began to eat itself. Acid could no longer be contained in his stomach. The rain made things worse and the car accident injured him in many ways,” he said.
Jungkook cried. Why hadn’t he seen sooner? Namjoon opened his arms and Jungkook greedily took shelter in them, holding onto the older man.
Later that day, the rest of BTS sat around in Jungkook’s hospital room as they waited for Jimin to get out of surgery. Hoseok and Taehyung sandwhiched Jungkook on his bed, Both held his hands as if they were afraid he’d disappear. Yoongi sat in a chair beside Jungkook’s bed with his feet propped up on the bed. Seokjin and Namjoon occupied the couch near the window. None of them spoke. They were too afraid. Too nervous.
“How much longer until he gets out of surgery?” Taehyung asked, filling the silence.
Namjoon glanced down at his watch.
“30 minutes,” he said.
Almost as soon as he’d spoken, the door opened…
