"Mr. Kim?" All three of them turned at the sound of the soft voice, glancing at each other as if to ask which one they meant, before Taehyung gestured at Seokjin who was already gesturing back. "Sorry, I forgot for a moment how common that last name was. I'm looking for Taehyung or Seokjin."
"I gave them your name when I came in." Taehyung offered, nodding at Seokjin to go ahead and do the talking for them.
"I'm Seokjin." Pushing himself to stand, he let his phone drop from his chest and into his hand, before tossing it into the chair.
"I'm Dr. Ahn, I've been working on Officer Jeon." She waved a hand, motioning for him to sit back down, before coming around the row of chairs and taking a seat on the low table placed in front of them. "Has anyone told you anything?"
"Just that he had been shot twice." Taehyung offered, reaching out subconsciously to take one of Seokjin's hands, before repeating the action with Namjoon, who for some reason actually allowed it. "Is he going to be okay?"
"Right now he's stable." Which wasn't an actual answer to the question, but it also seemed unlikely they would make those kinds of promises. "The surgery was a little complicated, as only one of the bullets actually exited. We managed to retrieve the other and stop all of the bleeding. But the damage was quite severe."
"Can we see him?" Seokjin's voice was barely stable, cracking directly in the middle despite how hard he tried to keep it steady.
"Of course. Although... one of you wouldn't happen to be Jimin, would you?"
"No." Taehyung shook his head, gently glancing over at Seokjin as he spoke.
"It's very strange. He keeps going back and forth, asking for someone named Jimin and then it's as if he realizes something and starts asking for Seokjin again."
"Jimin was his mate." Seokjin spoke softly, squeezing Taehyung's hand in quiet reassurance. This didn't bother him. Jimin had been someone incredibly important to Jungkook, of course he would ask for him now. Would want him at his side. "He passed away a couple of years ago."
"Seokjin is his omega now." It was added quickly, Taehyung nodding in his direction.
"Well, that certainly explains it. Come on, let's take you to him then."
...
"He's still a little out of it." The nurse offered as she lead them to the room Jungkook was currently recovering in. "Try to keep it short."
"Thank you." Seokjin nodded in response, before turning to Taehyung. "You should go first."
"Right." Glancing at the door, he took a deep breath before nodding in determination.
"You got this Tae."
...
"Kook?" He tried so desperately to keep his voice soft and gentle, despite how much it wanted to break.
"Tae?" The response was so soft he barely caught it, and it practically tore through his entire being when he stepped into the light and finally took in the sight that waited him.
Jungkook looked so pale, so fragile and vulnerable laying there, surrounded by too much stark white, making the harsh darkness of his hair stand out. There were bandages wrapped around his upper body, peaking out through the spaces of the hospital gown he wore, too many wires attached at his wrist and chest, the slow steady beeping of his vitals playing in the background.
"I should have known they'd call you." There was that voice again, and Taehyung almost smiled at that, finally moving forward.
"I know you've been trying to find a way to get rid of me, but you're doing things kind of backwards here." This was just who they were, how they handled things. With laughter and jokes that would seem absolutely inappropriate to anyone else.
