The blinding light emitted from the ceiling was the first thing Jimin saw when he opened his eyes. His eyes squinted as they tried to adjust to the lighting.
He lowered himself into the white covers enveloping him. A small grunt escaped his lips as he felt a throbbing pain on his head. Subconsciously, he began to squeeze his temples.
As his grip tightened, the pain began to increase. Quickly, he dropped his hands. In order to see what was causing the pain, Jimin reached for his phone in his back pocket.
However, there was no phone. All his hand grabbed was the waistband of his underwear. Immediately, Jimin flung the white covers off of himself and gasped. He soon realized where he was.
A bright blue hospital gown was securely tied onto him. His head swiveled toward his backside and saw an opening on his back that revealed the bright red underwear he was wearing.
Suddenly, the loud beeping that echoed throughout his hospital room became apparent. His eyes doubled in size as he finally noticed the machine next to his bed.
He followed the gray wire that led up to the bed. The wire led to a clip attached to his left index finger. As he studied his finger, his eyes trailed up his arms.
There was a cotton ball held in place by medical tape on the middle of his arm.
Jimin’s attention quickly switched to his right arm as he tried to figure out exactly what was being done to him. Immediately, his eyes landed on the needle inserted into his vein.
There was clear tape holding it into place. His whole body shivered as his arm began to throb with this realization. The clear tube attached to the wire led up to an IV drip.
He squinted his eyes as he tried to read what was on the bag. However, that became futile since the writing was too small to even read.
He didn’t remember what exactly happened. One minute he was scrubbing his hair clean with soap and the next minute he was waking up in a hospital bed.
No recollection of changing his clothes, no recollection of the car ride, and no recollection of the puncturing of his skin with needles. Jimin sighed as he realized how uninformed he was.
Suddenly, his eyebrows furrowed as his heart rate began to accelerate.
Jimin’s heart raced as he looked around the room. Slowly, his heart began to falter as he realized no one was with him. His lips pouted as he twiddled with his fingers.
A long sigh escaped his lips. All Jimin wanted...no...all Jimin NEEDED was Hoseok. He tried to come up with reasons that would explain why Hoseok wasn’t here.
Maybe he’s in the bathroom. Maybe he’s getting food. Maybe he left while Jimin was showering. Maybe he grabbed all his belongings and walked right out the door.
Maybe Hoseok sprinted out the door the moment Jimin left the bedroom.
His thoughts weren’t helping. Even though he knew Hoseok loved him, he couldn’t get rid of these nerve wracking thoughts.
It was easy for him to assume the worst, but difficult for him to assume the best. He sighed as he laid back down.
Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed outside his room.
“I called Namjoon and told him that you guys won’t be going to practice today.”
Jimin scrunched his eyebrows as he listened to the familiar voice. He had definitely heard that voice before, but couldn’t quite remember who it belonged to.
“Thank you, hyung.”
Now that was a voice that Jimin knew. His heart began to beat a mile a minute. The beeps emitted from the machine began to get faster and faster.
Suddenly, the door to Jimin’s hospital room swung open. Hoseok’s eyebrows were arched and his lips were slightly parted. His eyes landed on the upright Jimin.
A sweet shade of pink appeared on the bridge of Jimin’s nose and cheeks. Not knowing what to say, Jimin nervously waved his hand. Immediately, tears began to fill Hoseok’s eyes.
He began to run toward Jimin. Jimin closed his eyes, awaiting the warmth of Hoseok’s body.
Suddenly, the sound of Hoseok’s shoes skidding on the floor filled the room. Jimin quickly opened his eyes, expecting to see Hoseok on the floor.
However, he saw Hoseok quickly run towards a mustard hoodie clad man leaning on the frame of the door.
Hoseok passed the man the coffee he was holding and immediately began to run back toward Jimin.
Jimin’s body was being squeezed by Hoseok’s tight grip. They clung to each other as if they would never see each other again. The whole world froze as the couple intertwined.
Their sobs began to resonate inside the room. Hot tears streamed down Hoseok’s face as he nuzzled his face in the crook of Jimin’s neck.
As Hoseok sobbed into his neck, Jimin rested his face in Hoseok’s hair and let his tears mark his cheeks. Suddenly, Hoseok’s hands rested on the back of Jimin’s head and on his shoulder.
Gently, Hoseok pulled Jimin back and stared longingly into his eyes. His cheeks began to heat up as Hoseok’s eyes wandered on his face.
Unexpectedly, Hoseok’s soft lips began to land on Jimin’s dewy skin. Starting at his forehead, making sure not to miss the cheeks, then finally stopping at Jimin’s lips.
The machine began to beep faster and faster as Hoseok’s soft lips brushed against Jimin’s. Hoseok began to giggle as the machine only got faster.
Embarrassed, Jimin pulled away from Hoseok’s kiss and covered his face with his hands. However, his red hue was already creeping down to his neck.
“Aw, Jimin,” Hoseok giggled as he playfully grabbed onto Jimin’s hands. Jimin shook his head as he desperately tried to cover himself.
“Don’t be embarrassed. Look,” Hoseok smiled as he pulled Jimin’s hand away.
Suddenly, Jimin’s hand was being pressed onto Hoseok’s chest. His eyes doubled in size as he felt Hoseok’s pounding heart. “You make me nervous,” Hoseok whispered as he kissed Jimin’s hand.
Jimin giggled as he wrapped his arms around Hoseok’s neck and began to kiss his cheek.
Suddenly, the man leaning on the door frame began to slowly walk into the room. Jimin’s lip stuck to Hoseok’s cheek as he watched the man walk in.
Once the man noticed Jimin staring at him, he swayed on his feet and opened his mouth. However, he quickly closed it and pressed his lips together.
After a couple seconds, he mustered up the courage and finally spoke. “Hey, Jimin,” the man smiled.
“Jin?” Jimin questioned as he let Hoseok go. “Did you forget him?” Hoseok chuckled as his eyes turned into crescents. “N-NO!” Jimin shouted, “It’s just I’m so used to seeing him wear suits."
Immediately, Jin’s laugh filled the room. The contagious laugh made Hoseok and Jimin join in. Once the trio had composed themselves, Jin wiped away the tears in his eyes.
“Today was my day off,” Jin revealed as he placed the two coffees he was holding onto the mini table in the room.
Jin grabbed the chair that was located at the corner of the room and pushed it next to Jimin’s bed. Suddenly, Jimin’s arms wrapped around Jin. He embraced Jin and squeezed him tightly.
“Thank you for coming,” Jimin smiled as he let go of Jin. Speechless, Jin nodded his head. “Can I ask you guys something?” Jimin questioned as he tilted his head.
Both Hoseok and Jin nodded their heads as they focused their attention on Jimin. “What exactly happened?” Jimin murmured.
Jin and Hoseok looked at each other and furrowed their brows. Hoseok cleared his throat as he began to nervously rub his hands. He wasn’t sure where to begin or even how to begin.
Everything seemed so surreal, but the hospital room assured him that it was very much real. Jimin’s heart strained as he watched Hoseok struggle to begin explaining.
Suddenly, Hoseok’s head shot up as he felt Jimin’s warm hand on top of his own. His thumb rubbed Hoseok’s now shaking hands. That was all it took for Hoseok to regain his voice.
“After you went into the shower, I went to the kitchen to make us breakfast. When I opened the fridge I saw that you had no food. That’s when I decided to go to the liquor store near your house to get groceries. I was probably gone for ten or fifteen minutes. When I came back,” Hoseok’s voice gave out.
Suddenly, tears began to stream down his cheeks. Quickly, Hoseok wiped them away and tried to control his quivering breath.
Watching Hoseok break down made Jimin’s heart ache. He only wanted to make Hoseok smile, so seeing Hoseok cry for him made him feel horrible.
The bubbly, glowing man that Jimin loved dearly was now a waterfall of emotion. Jimin wanted to do everything he could to make Hoseok smile again. It was actually quite strange.
Hoseok wasn’t the one emitted into the hospital, but still he was bawling his eyes out. However, Jimin thought that was endearing.
It proved that Hoseok was an empathetic being.
It proved that Hoseok truly cared.
It proved that Hoseok truly loved Jimin.
Jimin pulled Hoseok toward his chest. Immediately, Hoseok wrapped his arms around Jimin’s waist and pushed his face into Jimin’s chest.
Tenderly, Jimin used one hand to brush through Hoseok’s hair and the other to caress his back. Jin’s eyebrows arched as he watched his beloved friend cry.
He extended his arm out and also began to rub Hoseok’s back. The emotion pouring from Hoseok was palpable.
Hoseok lifted his head up and stared deeply into Jimin’s teary eyes.
“W-When I-I came back you st-still were in th-the shower. I-I just thought th-at you were taking your t-time.”
He took a couple deep breaths in order to stabilize his breathing. Once he was sure that he was okay, Hoseok continued on.
“I couldn’t find your pans and decided to ask you where they were. ‘Jimin, Jimin.’ I called out your name and knocked on the door, but you didn’t answer. The silence was killing me and I began to fear for the worst. Immediately, I tried to open the door, but it was locked. So I broke the doorknob."
His gaze dropped and smashed his face back into Jimin’s chest.
Jimin didn’t realize he was crying. He only noticed when his tears began to fall onto Hoseok’s head.
“I pulled the curtain open and then I saw you. You were lying face first in the bathtub. That’s how you got that bruise,” Hoseok murmured as he gently tapped above Jimin’s right temple.
Subconsciously, Jimin’s fingers began to rub the bruise. “That’s why my head was hurting,” Jimin whispered to himself.
“The shower was still running and your hair was still full of soap. I didn’t understand what was going on and I froze. I don’t remember what brought me back, but I took you out of the shower and brought you to the bed. After I checked if you were breathing, I wrapped you up with the blanket. ~
~I was really scared and didn’t know what to do. I called Jin and asked him to help me. He told me to call 911. That’s how you ended up here,” Hoseok frowned as his grip tightened around Jimin.
He really thought that he was going to lose Jimin.
“Hoseok almost wasn’t allowed to go in the ambulance with you. He begged and cried until they let him on,” Jin revealed.
Jimin’s heart began to flutter like a feather in the wind. “I was really scared,” Hoseok murmured as he rested his head on Jimin’s lap.
“Thank you for worrying about me,” Jimin whispered as a faint smile appeared on his face. “Of course, Jimin. We’re both here for you,” Jin smiled as he ruffled Jimin’s damp hair.
Suddenly, the door creaked open. All of their heads swiveled towards the entrance. In came a doctor wearing black scrubs and a white lab coat that fell past her knees.
As she walked toward Jimin’s bed, the chain that held her glasses jingled as they bounced against her name tag clipped to her uniform. Once she was finally in front of the hospital bed, she lifted up her glasses and placed them on.
Before she spoke, she read the files on her clip board then nodded to herself. “Good Morning, Mr.Park. I’m Dr.Moon, your doctor.”
[W/N: i'm sorry for that sudden angst :( but i swear it wasn't like i got bored and decided to do this. i had this planned out since i started writing Just Dance. please bear with my madness. ]