POV: They rush to the hospital when you have an accident and end up breaking something.
Hwang Hyunjin:
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- Well, now we know that you shouldn't wear socks on the wooden floor.. - In an attempt to help Hyunjin out with dance practice, you managed to slip onto the floor and, trying to prevent a head injury, you held out your hands to stop yourself falling face first - He panicked and just stared at you in pain on the floor, he didn't exactly know how to react - "A-are you okay-" - "No! I'm not okay..." You cried, keeping your hand under your wrist for support - "What do I do..." - Just seeing you cry made him want to cry, and obviously he did - He sat on the floor beside you and rubbed his hand against your back, thinking it would comfort you - "Should we go to the hospital...?" - You nodded, reaching out your arms for him to help you out - He took you to the hospital and was recklessly calling out for a nurse - He had no idea what to do, he thought it was really serious - You were both taken to a room where you could wait for a nurse to examine you - As soon as someone arrived, they went to Hyunjin to see what was wrong with him.. - "What's the problem, sir?" - He frowned, looking over to you with a slightly raised brow - "M-my girlfriend got hurt..." He stuttered, holding his hand out to you - "Then..." The nurse started, clearing her throat, "Why're you crying?" - "Oh... I don't know." - At least he was honest
Han Jisung:
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- A few days ago, you'd been admitted to the hospital after getting into an accident involving your car - Seeing as Jisung wasn't in the country during those few days you'd been in hospital, he was coming back home today so he could visit you - "Y/n!" He called out to you, rushing towards your hospital bed with a bag of food in his hands - "Jisung-" You paused when you saw the bag of food in his hands, "Is this why you're two hours late?" - He looked down at the bag, hiding it behind his back - "I got hungry... It was a long flight." He whined, giving in and sitting down beside you in shame, "Sorry I didn't come sooner." - "Get me something to eat and I'll forgive you." - He handed you the bag, "Eat this. I feel bad." He chuckled, practically forcing you to take it from him - "No, let's order in. I can go home today." - He widened his eyes staring back at you before observing your, very, bruised body - "You don't look like you can..." He hummed, "Are you sure? You're really okay?" - You nodded, grinning whilst he brushed his hand through your hair - "Let me take care of you when we're home, okay? I think I'd be good at it." - Suddenly, you weren't exactly thrilled at the idea of going home so soon - "Ugh, I feel sick. I think I ate too much-" Gagging, he held his hand over his stomach - "I think I should take care of you..."
Yang Jeongin:
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- He frowned at you, resting his head on your stomach as you lay in the hospital - Running your hand through his fluffy hair, you smiled at him, "Jeongin, I'm fine." - "Jisung said that seconds after Minho ate his food... How did that end?" - He was definitely right, you couldn't argue with him about that - "I only have to stay a few more hours." - "That doesn't mean you're okay." He pouted, fiddling with the bed sheets wrapped around you - "Jeongin, I fell out of bed." Your eyes narrowed, "It's not serious." - "It could've been." He whined, looking up to you, "Don't sleep on that side anymore!" - "The same could happen on the other side, you know that, right?" A quiet giggle left your lips as you continued playing with his hair - "Then stay awake all night." - You knew he wouldn't relax about it, so you just had to let him have his way - "Sure." - "Good girl." He yawned, already rubbing his tired eyes - Slapping your hand against him, he jumped up, forcing himself awake - "It means you have to stay up, too."
Lee Felix:
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- So... Felix was mad at you - You didn't think gaming could be so annoying - He really regretted getting you into it - As soon as you lost the game, you threw his controller at the screen you were playing on, and it fell...on you... - He wasn't too pleased, that's all you knew - "Lix, I said I was sorry..." You pouted, holding the ice pack against your head - The two of you were currently sat in a hospital room, waiting to be seen to - Luckily, you didn't get too squished by the screen, but you definitely felt bruised and battered - Unfortunately for you, you'd have to empty out your bank account to pay for another controller and screen for Felix, seeing as you broke them during your rage.. - "Hey." You tugged his jumper, "Don't be mad." - "You know you really could've hurt yourself, right?" He sighed, brushing his hair back as he leant against his chair - "You're not mad that I broke your screen and controller...?" - "No, I'm very mad about that. Start saving up." He tutted, "But, really, that was dangerous." - "I'm sorry." You smiled, moving his hands from his lap so you could sit there, "You can't stay mad at me." - "I can." He pushed you off with a chuckle
Kim Seungmin:
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- "Seungmin." You whined at him - "What? Are you hungry or something?" He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose - "No, why won't you talk to me?" - This is the second time he'd taken you to the hospital this week... it was only Tuesday - You were just too clumsy for him to handle - Even if it wasn't serious whatsoever, maybe just a scraped knee, he'd insist on taking you there to get you checked up - Technically, he hated it, and he was always frustrated that he had to take you there constantly - But he always put your safety first, as much as he didn't want to, and as much as you didn't want to, he'd still do it - "You didn't have to bring me here. Again." - He leant forward, giving in and caressing your cheek with his thumb - "Are you feeling better? Hm? You're not hungry or anything?" - "Not yet." - He nodded, sitting back and extending his hand out to hold yours - "We'll get something later, okay? Don't keep getting yourself hurt." - You nodded, kicking your legs over the side of the bed