end of angst!
54 - SJ focus
The first thing Seokjin was aware of when he opened his eyes was the sheer amount of white he could see around him. It was almost too bright and he wanted to go to sleep again. He was only prevented from doing that by the sudden realisation that he couldn't move rather a lot of his body. He could move his head, his fingers, his toes. Only his right shoulder was cooperating and both of his legs were stuck in place.
Oh.
It was a hospital. He was in a hospital bed. Why? What happened to him? He tried to think back to the last thing he remembered. He talked with Namjoon, had Starbucks and then left the dorm to go to the store. He had seen Yoongi and Jimin. And then… nothing, really. There had to be more than that, surely. Think. But he couldn't. All he could remember was running across the road to meet them and-
Second oh.
He got hit by a car, didn't he? Why couldn't he be more careful? He had just run into the road. That was dumb. And now he was in hospital. How long had he been here? When had that all happened? Hours ago? Days? Maybe even weeks. He would ask someone, but there didn't seem to be anyone around.
A door slid open at the side of the room and Seokjin looked over. Jungkook. He was sipping a drink through a straw and didn't look entirely satisfied with it. He sat down and looked at Seokjin. They locked eyes. Jungkook very nearly dropped his drink.
"H-hyung? You're awake?" he breathed incredulously. Seokjin smiled and rolled his eyes.
"No, I sleep with my eyes open, idiot," he retorted, voice cracking from lack of use, but Jungkook didn't laugh. He just put his drink on the floor and gave Seokjin the most awkward, desperate hug he had ever received. If Seokjin could move both of his arms, he would have hugged him back just as hard. Jungkook pulled back and Seokjin was slightly taken aback to see tears in Jungkook's eyes.
"I can't believe you're awake," he grinned. Seokjin laughed.
"Couldn't leave you all alone, now could I? Who would look after you?" His voice was getting a little stronger now and he wanted to talk as much as he could. But he also wanted to listen. "What happened?" he asked, quieter, as Jungkook picked up his drink again.
"You got hit by a car. Driver didn't stop but there was CCTV on the street that they're trying to get a hold of. You were lucky that Yoongi-hyung and Jimin-hyung could call everyone." Seokjin felt a little bit guilty at stopping them from laughing and having a good time.
"How are they?" he asked cautiously. He wanted this to be a small event, but he suspected that everyone must have been worrying their faces off. Jungkook sighed,
"Yoongi-hyung was fine. He managed to call an ambulance, Namjoon-hyung, Hobi-hyung and the police in under three minutes. He kept thinking he could have done it quicker but we told him that it wasn't his fault. Jimin-hyung…" Jungkook paused, trying to word his thoughts. "He wasn't very well anyway. He doesn't like blood, either. He was in shock for a while and he passed out at the hospital. He's okay, though. His heatstroke is pretty much gone and he's only a little bit scarred." Seokjin nodded.
"Where is everyone?" he asked, confused at why only Jungkook was there.
"It's a Thursday. Yoongi-hyung and Hoseok-hyung are in class. Taehyungie-hyung is currently on a coffee run because this stuff is gross," he grimaced and put down his cup. "And Namjoon-hyung is taking Jimin-hyung for his final check-up downstairs. They'll be out in a minute, though." Jungkook sighed. "He missed you, you know."
"Who? Namjoonie?" Seokjin smiled at the thought of his boyfriend missing him. "I've been here all this time, though. He didn't need to miss me," he pouted. To him, it felt like he had only spoken to Namjoon about five minutes ago. To Namjoon, it had been about six days. There was a sci-fi plot there, Seokjin thought. The door opened again.
"Jungkookie, remind me never to get heatstroke again," Jimin whined. Jungkook just grinned and stayed quiet. "What?" Jimin asked. He looked down at Seokjin and his jaw dropped. "Hyung!" Seokjin was wrapped in another half-lying down hug and he grinned. "How are you feeling?" he asked, pulling away to sit next to Jungkook. Seokjin did the best shrug he could manage.
"Considering I can't move half my body, I'm doing pretty well. What about you?" he inquired and Jimin scoffed,
"You got hit by a car! Why are you worrying about me?" he giggled and Seokjin tilted his head.
"Heatstroke and trauma? Sounds pretty bad to me," he pointed out, concerned. Jimin just smiled,
"It's nothing, really. My heatstroke is basically gone but I've got a psych assessment later to make sure I'm not mentally damaged or anything." Seokjin saw Jimin's face fall as he remembered the incident. Maybe an assessment wasn't a bad idea. But Jimin's face lit up again. "Wait, I just came with Namjoon-hyung! Where'd he go?"
As soon as the question was asked, the door opened and Taehyung and Namjoon walked in, holding two drinks each.
"Who left Taehyungie to carry four drinks by himself?" Namjoon scolded the others. Seokjin beamed, proud of him for taking on a leadership role while he was unconscious. Namjoon's eyes fell on him and took a second to realise that Seokjin's eyes were open and conscious and alive. "Hyung…"
Jimin and Jungkook swiftly took the drinks that Namjoon was definitely about to drop to the floor as he rushed to Seokjin's bedside. Instead of another half-hug like Seokjin was expecting, Namjoon slid to his knees by the bed and grasped Seokjin's hand.
"Please, please tell me you're okay…" he whispered. The room was silent, everyone watching the scene like an audience and watching it dramatically unfold like a k-drama. Seokjin smiled gently.
"I'm okay, Joon. Don't worry. I dreamed of you," he replied softly and Namjoon looked up with teary eyes. He stood up and kissed Seokjin as if he would break. Seokjin wanted to freeze this moment in time. He barely remembered the last time they had kissed and it meant so much more to him now. He wanted to-
His romantically poetic train of thought was interrupted by someone loudly sipping a drink. Seokjin giggled and Namjoon sighed, looking back to find who interrupted their little moment. It was Jungkook, probably spurred on by Taehyung. This is what happens when you put the three maknaes together and ask them not to disrupt anything; they totally ignore that.
"Aww, that was so cute!" Jimin cooed, "I wish I'd filmed that; we could have played it at your wedding. I guess there are security tapes in here, right?" Namjoon leant back and hit him with one of his ridiculously long arms.
"No, Jimin, you aren't asking the nurses for wedding footage," he protested and turned back to Seokjin, grinning. "This is what I've had to deal with without you. It's been hell." Seokjin smiled,
"The best leader," and kissed him lightly on the nose, making him blush.
"Also," Taehyung started, "I texted Yoongi-hyung and if he isn't here in about eight seconds, I will be shocked and offended on your behalf. I told Hobi-hyung, too, but he's at dance class so I have no idea when he'll next pick up his phone.
Eight seconds passed. Nothing from either of them. A hundred and ninety-three more seconds passed and the doors flung open, Yoongi and Hoseok striding in together.
"Hyung!" Yoongi beamed.
"You got Starbucks?" Hoseok pouted at Jungkook. Jungkook shrugged and offered him a sip.
"Okay, so I know who's my least favourite," Seokjin scoffed and Hoseok looked heartbroken. "I'm kidding, Hobi-ah. I missed you, too." Seokjin blew him a kiss and Hoseok brightened up significantly. Yoongi laughed,
"Glad you're back, hyung. It's been a nightmare trying to be the oldest to this lot. I will admit, Namjoon did most of the work," he admitted.
"I 100% believe that," Seokjin replied and Yoongi rolled his eyes. Jimin looked at his watch and then checked his phone and then eyed the wall clock. "Somewhere to be, Jimin?" Seokjin asked with false offence. Jimin ran his hand through his hair.
"Yeah, kinda. The therapy thing," he reminded them. Jungkook hit him after checking the time,
"Hyung, get out of here or you'll be late!" he implored and Jimin cringed,
"I don't know. I'm kind of… not scared. Apprehensive, I guess?" he tried to explain. Yoongi held his hand.
"Come on, I'll go with you. It won't be that bad, I swear," he consoled and Jimin nodded.
"Okay, let's go. It was nice talking to you again, hyung! I'll come tomorrow, too!" he called to Seokjin as Yoongi pulled him out of the door. Seokjin waved with his good arm and sighed in contentment. It was so nice to be awake again.