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Taehyung's eyes widened.

He didn't move. Couldn't as the brunette continued to softly suck on his lips. (cringecringecringecringe kdndkjwkd)

Frozen in place, he noticed Jungkook slowly pulling away and there was this part of him that didn't want that at all.

He didn't react however, as the latter detached their physical connection, his head sagging down; forehead coming to rest on Taehyung's shoulder and letting out a soft, tired chuckle.

It was only when Jungkook's grip around his shoulders loosened, that Taehyung snapped out of his daze, realizing that the younger had lost consciousness.

Horror dawned on him as he took in the sheer amount of blood surrounding them.

Oh shit

Grabbing the younger before his limp body could hit the floor, Taehyung started panicking.

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The soft beep beep was the first sound Jungkook heard when he arose to consciousness.

A semi blurry sight greeted him; sterile white tiles against a dull peach background, the end of a bed and a door directly across the room.

He tried to move, but stopped as a voice spoke up.

“Useless to try, there's still a hundred tubes inside you.”

Slowly tilting his head to the side, Jungkook was met with an unfocused silhouette of someone who struck him as vaguely familiar.

After a moment to scrutinizing the individual, Jungkook recognized him.

“Doctor Seokjin?” He muttered, his throat dry and aching.

“Good to know you remember my name. I was worried you'd not, because of all the.....physical stress.” Seokjin frowned, worry etched in between his irises.

Something about him looked wrong and Jungkook realised why; instead of his usual attire of a suit and dress shirts, the doctor donned a casual sweat and faded jeans, accompanied by a woolen muffler hung loosely around his neck.

Noticing him staring, Seokjin sighed.

“It was my day off, Y'know,” He grumbled, walking over to sit at the edge of the bed. This drew Jungkook's attention to his own condition.

“You were in a rather critical stage when brought here. Too much loss of blood, scarring wounds, damaged windpipe, the likes.” Seokjin lifted the white sheet matching the colour of the tiles, so that Jungkook could see one of his arms plastered, with a drip hanging off to one side.

“Luckily, the surgeons did their magic and voila! Next thing we know, you could breathe again.” The younger noticed a cast around his neck at his words.

He swallowed painfully before opening his mouth to speak. Before he could though, Seokjin cut him off.

“I know what you're going to ask.” A sympathetic look blossomed in his eyes. “It's about Taehyung, isn't it?”