💋 Seducing Our Boss | NamJin

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"We're almost there, Seokjin! Keep your eyes open!

We're almost at the hospital! Just stay with me. Stay with me!"

Namjoon folded Seokjin's legs beneath his arms and carried him into the emergency room, feeling his body was shaking severely out of fear and angst. He had just gotten home from work and started to call out to Seokjin, but when he found a bloody knife on the table, he began to worry and ran around the apartment, only to find his lover was lying on the floor with his wrists slit open, spilling out with blood.

His own heartbeat was spiraling out of control when handing the man over to the nurses.
The amount of questions they made him were questions he himself couldn't answer, and the more questions they asked him, the more crucial Seokjin's condition grew.
When they wheeled him into the emergency room, Namjoon ran inside with the paramedics and kept on holding onto his hand, repeating the same words over and over again to Seokjin: "Don't leave me." As if the man's unconscious mind was able to hear him.

Moments after they brought him into the emergency room, the doctors all fought to save Seokjin's life, once more. Now, it was far more complicated than before, since he had lost a lot of blood throughout  Namjoon found him, therefore, he had been bleeding out for hours.

They hooked him onto machines to monitor his heartbeat, which was beating at a very fast pace, since his body temperature was decreasing from the lack of blood and oxygen within his bloodstream.

His condition was worsening by the minute, and the group of medical workers were scattering all around, trying to stabilize Seokjin's abnormal palpitations, but the patient wasn't showing signs of life.

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“I'll call you back, the doctor is coming my way.” Namjoon stood up, almost instantly, when noticing a male with a lab coat and a stethoscope was walking towards him with no expression on his face, whatsoever. Only a blank, motionless stare, that sent chills throughout Namjoon's entire body.

Expecting good news, the man had hope in the medical team saving Seokjin's life, just like they did the first time.

"Namjoon, can I speak to you in my office for a moment?" The doctor's sudden question was very unexpected, but Namjoon followed him without hesitating or asking him the reason behind it. To Namjoon, the man was just going to talk to him about Seokjin's current status, or ask him about what happened to him, which he himself couldn't even find the correct answer as to why or how Seokjin slit his wrists.

A brief moment of silence inhabited the small office as the doctor folded his hands together and stared into Namjoon's eyes. The younger looked concerned, but he noticed the amount of hope in his eyes. Such hope only meant that Namjoon trusted him in handling Seokjin, as he himself placed the man in his hands, and begged him to save his life.

His confidence overthrew the doctor, and increased the heaviness in his heart, when clearing his throat to hand Namjoon over a paper.

"Do I have to sign this for you to release him from the hospital, Doctor?" Namjoon questioned, hoping for a clear and sincere answer from the older male this time.

"Not quite, Namjoon. Read the paper, please." Namjoon flipped the blank page over, reading it step-by-step.

"I need your permission to sign this." He acted normal, but on the inside, the doctor felt disappointed and his heart ached terribly, when having to hand Namjoon a paper that contained a lot of responsibility, regarding Seokjin's condition.