Jimin sits on the edge of the road with a blanket around his shoulders as paramedics and firemen work on getting Jungkook out of the car. They refuse to tell him if he's dead or alive.
A policeman is speaking with Jimin.
"Was there any alcohol involved?"
"N-no sir."
"What was the cause of the crash?"
"There was a deer. I-it came out of nowhere so he swerved. Can you please just tell me if he's okay?"
"I do not have that information right now."
"Then get it! I deserve to know if he's okay!" He hears a familiar voice shouting about 20 meters away from behind the ambulance.
'Park Jimin is my son and Jeon Jungkook is my son in law! Let me go see them!'
Jimin stands up and looks for her. When he sees her, he walks as fast as he can without collapsing. He ducks under the police tape and she wraps her arms around him. "Oh my god oh my god oh my god-"
He starts sobbing. "He wasn't moving. Kookie wasn't moving. I don't know if he's okay a-and there was so much blood a-and he was slunched over and the car is totaled. What if he's dead?"
"Shh, he'll be okay. He'll be okay. Don't worry."
Jimin watches as a lifeless Jungkook is pulled out of the car and strapped onto a stretcher. He feels his mom tense up at the sight of him. He looks terrible.
They watch as he's loaded into an ambulance and taken away.
-
Jimin and his mother sit in the hospital waiting room until 3 in the morning. "I have school tomorrow."
"There's no way I'm letting you go to school."
Jimin rests his head on his mom's shoulder. "We had a fight. A big one. He thought I didn't love him. I don't want to think about him dying thinking that I didn't love him."
A doctor approaches them 45 minutes later. "Are you the family of Jeon Jungkook?"
"He's my husband."
"Miraculously, he sustained relatively minor injuries. He has a contused lung, a few broken ribs, and a broken arm. He also has a pretty bad concussion."
Jimin stands up. "Can I go see him?"
"He's not in a very good condition right now. He's awake but the painkillers we gave him have made him really drowsy."
"I don't care. I just want to see him."
The doctor walks Jimin through the ICU (Intensive Care Unit) and drops him off at Jungkook's room. He walks in and feels the tears immediately build up. There are cuts all over Jungkook's face and body.
"Kookie?"
Jungkook moves slightly and barely opens his eyes. Jimin pulls a chair up to the side of the hospital bed. "Hi Kookie."
Jungkook raises his good arm slowly and cups Jimin's cheek in his hand. "Stop crying."
Jimin kisses Jungkook's palm. "I love you. Please believe me."
Jungkook blinks lazily a few times. "Okay... I feel like I'm high..."
"It's the painkillers."
"I need sleep... I have a soccer game..." Jimin giggles lightly. "You can't play in the game."
Jungkook's eyes grow wide slowly and he lets out a soft gasp. "Did they kick me off the team?"
Jimin kisses his forehead. "No. You're injured. You can't play."
"Whatever... I'm going to bed..."
Jimin gives him a soft kiss. "Goodnight."
"Night..."
-
praise the lord. the bitch is alive...
... but is he okay?
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