yoongi had been quite depressed for the past week, the fact that nobody in his band had even cared to contact him made him want to quit.
but when he got a call from his sunshine, his mood flipped. he answered the phone, putting it up to his ear and saying hello.
"what the fuck yoongi, why aren't you here at the hospital? do you really not care that much?" yoongi was at a loss for words.
"what are you talking about?"
"jeongguk is in the fucking hospital because of you."
"what? is he okay? why because of me?"
"seriously?" hoseok deadpanned, "he was in your fucking studio and slipped on your shit. he's got a bad concussion, hasn't woken up yet. don't bother stopping by, you don't care anyways." the call ended.
tears welled up in his eyes, his jeonggukie is hurt because of him. his sweet, precious maknae. yoongi would do anything to make him happy. he called out for yugyeom.
"yes hyung?"
"can you take me to the hospital? jeongguk got hurt." the younger nodded and watched as yoongi threw some shoes on, forgetting about the jacket.
when they arrived, they got the room number and headed to said room. upon arrival, his band mates glared daggers at him.
silently, yoongi walked up to the sleeping boy and kneeled down beside the bed, grabbing the maknae's hand and pressing a small kiss to the back.
he felt a presence behind him, turning around to see taehyung smiling at him sadly. at least tae didn't hate him, hopefully.
"when do they think he'll wake up?" yoongi broke the silence.
seokjin answered, "they don't know, hopefully soon." yoongi was surprised at the lack of bite in his voice, seokjin talked to him so calmly. he nodded.
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hi sorry, i'm kinda having writers block so if anybody has any ideas it would be highly appreciated if you shared them.
