Jikook Oneshots 2

Crash

It was a regular Thursday afternoon. Jungkook was bored, and hungry, so he decided to leave the office on his lunch break and get his favorite fast food. It's been a while, he doesn't eat out much these days, but he was really craving tater tots for some reason.

So, at 1:07pm, he got into his car, just like normal, driving down a strip of road he's driven on hundreds of times. He was still always careful driving, he's never been reckless. In fact, while learning how to drive, his father joked he drove like a grandpa. But his mind wandered as he made the left turn onto the empty street.

Suddenly, something slammed into his car on the back of the right side.

His eyes go wide as his car skids, spinning around. He's panicking internally, his heartrate up, his body tensed. Without turning his neck, he sees a Pepsi truck, a semi, stopped in the intersection. The driver was looking down, avoiding eye-contact.

The windows had shattered on impact, but Jungkook barely registered that. His brain was scrambled. What just happened?

Jungkook didn't notice the man who ran up to his car, until he said, "Are you okay? Can you speak? If you can, tell me your name."

"U-um, Jungkook," He stutters. "Jeon Jungkook."

"Okay Jungkook, my name is Jimin," He speaks calmly. "Listen to me carefully, I'm going to help you get out of here." He turns around. "You, in the purple hoodie! Call 911, quickly." Jimin turns back to Jungkook. "Can you move your arms and legs?"

Jungkook slowly moves each limb, one by one. "Yeah, they're all fine."

"Okay, that's good," Jimin nods. "You have a couple scratches and cuts from the shattered glass, but the only remotely deep one seems to be this one on your head. I'll make sure the ambulance knows."

"I-I didn't even realize I had been cut," Jungkook murmurs.

"Your body is in shock," Jimin explains. "It's protecting you while you take time to process everything that's happened, it's completely normal. Now Jungkook, can you unbuckle your seatbelt?"

"Um, yeah," Jungkook does so.

"Good, now..." Jimin turns to call again. "I'm going to need a bit of extra help pulling the door open. I think we can do it ourselves!" Then back to Jungkook once again. "The door doesn't look too damaged, not like your back door. You should be out soon.

Two people run up to help Jimin out, and together they pull at the door. It takes a bit of force, but it created a space large enough for Jungkook to get through.

He stands, holding onto Jimin's arm, his legs shaky. He's barely able to stand, the shock still having a grasp on his body.

"Do you have any family you need to call?" Jimin asks. "You'll be on your way to the hospital soon. Do you want to notify them so they can come to you?"

"Uh, no," He shakes his head. "All of my family lives in England, I'm here on my own."

"Well, in that case, I'll ride along with you, if that's something you'd like," Jimin proposes. "I know a lot about the local hospital, I can help."

"Please," Jungkook nods. "I don't want to be alone right now."

"Then you don't have to be," Jimin holds him tight. "I know you don't know me, I know this is scary, but you are not alone. I won't let you be alone right now."

"Okay," A tear rolls down Jungkook's face. "I'm not alone."

Jungkook hears sirens in the distance, slowly getting louder until they're right in front of him. The red lights flash, causing him to squint, it's just too bright.