Dear Namjoon || k.nj√

monitors pt. 2

Hee-yong and Jin weren't prepared for what they were walking into. Of course, they'd been inside a hospital before, but it had been a fairly long time and it gave them an uneasy feeling. Doctors and nurses rushed here and there, more often than not with a grim look on their faces. The walls were all overwhelmingly white, and the entire emergency room smelled like a sterile lab. There were people everywhere. In the waiting chairs, huddled together in a corner, following nurses around, just everywhere. Hee-yong felt her claustrophobia getting irritated but she pushed it down as she walked to the front desk, dragging Jin along with her.
"We're here for a patient named Kim Namjoon," she said. The woman behind the desk typed the name into her computer and informed Hee-yong,
"No one is permitted to see him at this time but you may wait on the third floor waiting room in his ward." Hee-yong nodded and politely thanked the woman. Hee-yong opted to take the stairs so she wouldn't feel so claustrophobic and Jin immediately understood.
"Yongie, are you okay?" He asked as he stopped his sister from walking. When they were young, Hee-yong was traumatized and developed severe claustrophobia and when it acted up, it triggered a lot of negative emotions in Hee-yong, so Jin was undoubtedly worried about his little sister. Hee-yong smiled and patted Jin's head.
"I'll be fine, oppa. Let's just get up there," she said. Jin nodded and they began climbing the stairs. Jin loved his sister more than anything but by the time they reached the third floor, he was panting and irritated.
"I seriously have to get back in shape," he muttered to himself. As soon as the siblings stepped out of the stairwell a loud voice yelled, "Jin hyung!" Jin looked for the owner of the voice and found Taehyung standing in the waiting area, a doctor at his side. Taehyung waved Jin and Hee-yong over, and they instantly rushed to him. Hee-yong had known Taehyung for a long time, but she couldn't figure out why he was here.
"Does he know Namjoon?" Hee-yong asked. Jin shrugged, not quite knowing the answer to that himself. When they reached Taehyung and the doctor, they heard what the doctor was saying.
"Mr. Kim didn't show up to his last treatment and I'm afraid now he is reaping the consequences of that. Hopefully with a little bit of time and treatment he'll be fine. He won't wake up for a few hours, though due to the amnesia he underwent for his surgery," the doctor said. Taehyung's eyes softened in relief as he thanked the doctor.
He looked as if he'd been crying, his eyes were red and tired looking.
"Tae, what happened?" Jin asked as he pulled Taehyung into a hug. Taehyung accepted the gesture of affection and shrugged.
"I don't even really know, to be honest. The hospital contacted me and said I was the only person listed on Namjoon's emergency contact page other than his parents, and they're off in Sweden so I was the only one who could come," Taehyung gulped as he said this. Hee-yong felt bad for the boy, he must've been tired.
"All that I know is he didn't come to his last appointment for his treatment and the doctor said that set him back," he finished. Seokjin was confused by this and asked, "Treatment?" Taehyung and Hee-yong nodded. Hee-yong could no longer deny that this was, in fact, the same Kim Namjoon who had written the letters she'd found in that box. All the evidence pointed straight to the sick boy that she couldn't even see at the moment.
"He found out he has Ewing Sarcoma in his rib about two or three years ago. There was some kinda miracle breakthrough that put him into remission, though and he's been doing really good up until now," Taehyung explained. Jin nodded slowly, taking in this new information before he looked to his sister.
"Hee-yong, you knew about this?" He asked. Hee-yong just nodded as she suddenly began to feel dizzy. She swayed on her feet slightly and placed her right hand onto her forehead. Quick as lightning, Jin and Taehyung had both grabbed her arms to steady her and rushed her over to a chair.
"Yongie, what's wrong?" Jin asked worriedly. Both the boys watched Hee-yong with troubled eyes. She shook her head at them and smiled reassuringly.
"I'm fine, I promise. I just got a bit dizzy for a minute," Hee-yong said. The boys sat on either side of her and fell into a calm silence as they waited and waited and waited.

Somewhere along the way, the trio had fallen asleep in the waiting area of the hospital.
It wasn't until a deep voice called out into the room that they woke up.
"Kim Taehyung? Do I have a Mister Kim Taehyung here?" The voice asked. All three of the trios heads popped up, Taehyung jumped to his feet.
"That's me," he croaked in his deep, sleepy voice. The doctor swiftly made his way to Taehyung and began talking.
"Mr. Kim Namjoon is awake now. His vitals are all good and he is scheduled for another treatment tomorrow morning. He's requesting to see you," the doctor said. Taehyung looked back at Jin and Hee-yong and said, "I'll let him know the two of you are here as well." And then Taehyung sped after the doctor as they made their way into Namjoon's room.

Namjoon was sitting up right in his bed when Taehyung walked in. He sheepishly smiled, his dimples making an appearance. Taehyung's heart squeezed in his chest as he realized how close he had come to never being able to see that stupid dimpled smile again. Tears stung the back of his eyes, threatening to spill over but Taehyung contained them. His body was stuck in the doorway, no matter how much his brain told him to walk into the room, his body wouldn't comply until Namjoon's voice broke the silence.
"Hey, Tae," he said. Taehyung choked back a sob as he rushed into the room and enveloped his best friend in his arms.
"Fucking idiot," Taehyung grumbled into Namjoon's shoulder.

A/N: ugh all of these pure friendships makes me wish I had friends like this. I just want Taehyung to be my best friend 😭 but I really almost cried while writing this chapter. I was listening to Tae's new song Scenery and it was so beautiful and I'm in the mood to write hella fluff now.