🦊 Love Brids 🐺 | NamJin Hybrid Smut

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Namjoon half-heartedly greeted his cousin Kangdae, questioning what he was doing in the hospital.

"I'm here because of my dad." Namjoon's eyes widened.

"A gang of prisoners teamed up and wounded him." His cousin frowned.

Although Namjoon felt bad seeing his cousin so upset, it still doesn't make up for what his uncle did to Jin. He wasn't happy about it either, because at the end of the day, his uncle is technically still a part of his family rather Namjoon liked it or not.

But now he was faced with a bigger task than before.

"What room is he in." Namjoon knew what number Jin's room was, so he wasn't worried. He knew for a fact that the boy was far away from his uncle and out of harms way.

"37." Kangdae's words sent chills down his spine.

"What did you say?" He said, looking straight at his cousin.

"37, Namjoon. My father is in room 37. Sorry, I have to take this call. It's my mom." When the male excused himself, Namjoon froze in place.

"37? But that's right next to... Jin's room." Jin's room number just so happened to be 38.

He was right next to his rapist without even knowing it. Of all places, of all rooms, it had to be the room next to Jin, and inside of a hospital that was filled to a capacity with people.

Namjoon couldn't even get passed them. They were everywhere, blocking every entrance.

Some where practically dipping their heads into a huge bucket, throwing up.

Uneasy moans and whining were echoing throughout the entire hospital, scaring the wolf
and worrying him.

"Room 3... Shit, I'll never make it at this point. I have to get Jin out of here. This place is crawling with sick people and on top of it all, HE'S HERE TOO." Namjoon pushed through a few people, but was still mobbed by the paramedics that were warning the rest to not get in their way as they entered the double doors with an injured person on a hospital bed.

Namjoon was back to where he started, so he ran to the elevator.

"Come on. Hurry up! Hurry up!"

~meanwhile~

The sound of painful and aching groans made Jin cringe and feel sorry for whoever was next to him. He can tell it was the voice of a man, but he just didn't know who it was or what was wrong with him.

Any person would ignore those sounds, and maybe even get annoyed by them... But not Jin.

He pitied the man and since his bed was right next to his, he thought of talking to him.

"Are you hurt?" The groans eased and turned into actual words.

"Badly. Very badly... But, who are you?" The stranger asked. His voice was deep, stern, and serious.

Jin was slightly intimidated. His voice sounded familiar.

"I'm Jin, but everyone calls me Jinnie. And you are...?" The sounds of shuffling around the room sounded odd to Jin, especially since he wasn't receiving an answer from the person he had started talking to.

Suddenly, the curtain separating his room from the stranger slowly started to part.

Jin waited to see an old man with grey hair, or a young guy with a deep and raspy voice, instead, out came a tall, middle aged man with brown hair, a smirk plastered on his face despite his blood-stained clothes and bruised body.

"We meet again, Seokjin."

~~~

Namjoon made it to the second floor but things only got worse, there were people coming in and out of bathrooms, holding their stomach, and doctors running around with concerned facial expressions.

He couldn't find a way in or out, so he kept his mask on and made his way towards a long hallway.

A loud voice alarmed the boy, making him switch directions with his neck every which way.

"NO! I WANT MY MOMMY!!" It was a young child, crying out for her mother. Namjoon sighed, deeply. Running down the hallway.

He managed to find a few rooms that would lead him to Jin, but the number count was too high, from 50 to 40, and Jin was somewhere in between, meaning that he was both far and close to the fox.

All that mattered to Namjoon was making it to Jin's room as soon as possible.

Some doctors asked him where he was headed and what he was looking for, others just stared at him in silence and judged him as a crazy person like the rest of the sick and diseased people in the hospital.

Running around made him feel very dizzy, but he just minded the pain in his head and kept on.

"Room 34. I'm getting closer to Jin's room."

~~~

Jin felt the man's cold, rough fingers cup his face.

"N- Mmm! Mmf! Mm!" Jin's muffled screams where silenced when the adult shoved a pillow into his face, suffocating him and silencing his voice once again.

He couldn't move or else he would hurt himself again, so he stopped fighting.

Jin let the man do as he pleased, feeling helpless and scared when he felt him slither his hand down his boxers after lifting up his hospital gown.

"Be a good fox, now and stay quiet this time. That's it... Doesn't that feel good? Hmm?" His dirty words, filthy hands, and the way he was inappropriately stroking Jin's private parts, making the fox whine.

His wincing brought laughter to the adult as he continued with his foul play in making Jin feel uncomfortable and unsafe.

Jin soon started to feel anger for not being brave.

For being so defenseless all of the time, and for not screaming out for help.

His thoughts made him braver, but his eyes thought otherwise. Tear drops were reaching his ears.

Jin looked at his surroundings and stared at the adult.

"You bitch!" The man shouted when Jin bit down on his hand.

Jin took this opportunity to grab the nearest pointy object next to him: A sharp needle that was inside of a trash can.

When he had it in his hands, the adult ran towards him but the fox stabbed him in his wound with the needle and watched as he started to bleed.

"What's going on in here- OH GOD!! HELP! POLICE!!" A nurse ran out and bumped into Namjoon halfway. Seeing how fast she was running and how close she was to the room Namjoon wanted to get to made him run as well until he himself found the room and walked right into the scenario that had just occurred.

Jin was shaking in the bed, his hospital gown halfway up.

His uncle was holding onto his open wound as he left a blood trail on the floor.

Namjoon's first instinct was to run towards Jin and check on him.

"Jin are you okay?! What happened!" Namjoon was so distracted attending to Jin, he didn't notice that his uncle had gotten up from the ground and was holding onto a gun.

"Namjoon!!" The cops suddenly entered the room with a taser in their hands.

"Everbody freeze! Don't move!" Namjoon and Jin stayed still, but Namjoon's uncle pulled the trigger on the gun he was holding and shot one of the many people in the small room.

A person dear to his heart was now lying on the floor, bleeding out.

He dropped the gun and started to scream while holding his head back.

Jin was hyperventilating, unsure of what to do.

"Namjoon, no!!"