{set back}
Yoongi's every muscle went on pause as he froze in place, eyes staring blankly at Namjoon. His breath fell short and he tried to speak, but no matter how perfectly he worded it all in his head, not a single word slipped past his lips.
He had to say it though, "They said I might-" He paused, mouth opening and closing but he still couldn't bring himself to form a proper sentence. He let out a grunt, running a weak hand stressfully through his hair, "Fuck." He cursed under his breath.
Waiting patiently, Jimin and Namjoon stood either side of the bed, their nerves slowly leading them into almost jittery states as they registered the seriousness in Yoongi's tone of voice. The beeping of the machines was loud, the ticking of the clock louder as they watched Yoongi's shoulders slump, his back hitting against the headboard of the bed before he stared dejectedly up at the ceiling.
He let out a tired sigh, "They said I've suffered an incomplete spinal injury..."
Face stuck in an incredulous expression, Namjoon's eyes went wide in an unblinking stare. His mind was sent reeling, unable to comprehend or process the words that had just left Yoongi's lips. He never expected something like this from one of his best men, and it seemed Jimin was just as much in shock, brain desperately scrambling to make sense of it all.
Yoongi kept his gaze glued to the ceiling, refusing to meet with their eyes, "My spine's okay for the most part, but I suffered bruising that resulted in some possible short-term paralysis." He paused, drawing in a breath before he spoke once again, "Well... possible long term." He said with reluctancy, hearing Namjoon let out a curse.
Pursing his lips, Yoongi held back his emotions as he brought his gaze back down, sitting up properly in the hospital bed as he rose an arm out in front of him, "My arms feel weak... but they said the feeling should return with therapy."
From beside him, Jimin couldn't help but take Yoongi's trembling hand into his own, rendered speechless as he began to slowly play with Yoongi's fingers. He noticed how weak his hold was, how much his arm shook when he held it, almost like he was carrying weights.
Yoongi gritted his teeth, "As for my legs..." he paused, biting against the inside of his cheek until he accidentally drew blood, the metallic taste sliding across his tongue before he drew in a breath, "God dammit-" He held Jimin's hand tighter, feeling slightly reassured before he finally spoke, "They're not good... and with that and my spinal chord injury combined, the doctors have said I have a slim chance of walking without support again."
Namjoon was almost unable to speak, holding himself in a stiff mannequin pose, "How much of a chance?" he asked, watching as Yoongi's head rocked back and his eyes drifted to the roof once again.
Yoongi bit down against his lower lip, taking in steady breaths as he tried to keep his nerves under control, "Roughly a fifty percent chance..."
Clutching both hands behind his head, Namjoon turned his body away, "Shit-"
He could tell. Yoongi could tell that Namjoon was trying his gosh darn best to hide his disappointment. In one short day, everything had gone down the drain, and Namjoon would be the one to feel it the most. There was nothing Yoongi could do but pray and hope a miracle occurred... but things weren't looking that bright.
"I'm sorry guys," Yoongi mumbled, just loud enough for both Jimin and Namjoon to hear, "but it looks like I can't help you anymore."
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Dragging his feet from the living room into the kitchen, Jungkook let out a yawn, stretching his arms high above his head as he moved his aching body. The sun shone through the cracks of the sheer curtains, warming him in the slightest as he took a seat at the counter, resting his elbows against the bench.
He let out a dejected sigh, resting his head in his hands before being served an enormous platter of food by none other then Kim Seokjin himself. The buttery smell of pancakes mixed with the sweetness of the maple syrup, wafting into Jungkook's face as the steam tickled at his nose.
He gave a weak smile, lazily picking up his knife and fork as he began to dig away at the food. It seemed he wasn't the only one to receive a meal, because soon enough Daisy also made her way into the kitchen, combing her fingers through her mess of curls as she slid into her chair beside him.
"Morning~" She muttered tiredly, rubbing at her eyes before Seokjin pushed a plate of pancakes in front of her.
Jungkook watched as Seokjin smiled to the both of them, "Did you sleep alright?"
"Sadly not." Jungkook grumbled, shoving a mouthful of food into his mouth, "I couldn't help but toss and turn all night..."
From beside him, Daisy began cutting away at her pancakes, "Ahh... so is that why you slept on the couch?"
Jungkook let out a small huff, blowing a strand of hair away from his eyes, "Yeah. I didn't wanna disturb Taehyung."
After the incident, Jungkook and Taehyung decided to stay at the District Unknown base for a few nights. They had been given a room to share, but Jungkook found himself so restless last night that he had to sleep on the lounge instead... he knew that he probably would've waken Taehyung by accident.
So this selfless act of Jungkook's ultimately resulted in him sleeping downstairs, on a small worn-out lounge with his legs hanging painfully over the edge. It wasn't the best of situations, especially since Jungkook's injuries were still healing.
Now that he thought about it, everyone looked like shit. Taehyung's knees were all scraped up, and of course Jungkook still had a couple of painful bruises himself... Seokjin's injury was almost on another level though. In the soft daylight breaking through the curtains, the purple flourishing next to his right eye was all the more obvious, a painful reminder of the infiltration that occurred just the other day.
Jungkook swallowed thickly, eating a little slower.
With a frown, Seokjin leaned against the counter, "Are you feeling any better this morning?"
Jungkook paused, "Getting a text this morning that Yoongi's awake has lifted some weight off my chest, I guess." He shrugged, earning a soft sigh from Seokjin.
"I suppose you read the message as soon as you woke up then..." He breathed, moving away from the countertop as he began to clean up some of his cooking utensils.
Still munching away at her buttermilk pancakes, Daisy paused between mouthfuls, "I can't believe something like this happened." She shoved another forkful into her mouth, her words becoming muffled, "And so close to the Banquet too..."
"We've still got roughly 4 weeks." Seokjin replied, turning on the tap as he began lining up the pots and pans to wash.
Daisy pursed her lips, "Which is why we've gotta try and sort this out now." Placing down her knife and fork, Daisy was quick to slap a piece of paper down on the marble countertop. She slipped a pen out of her pocket, clicking the end before bringing the ballpoint to the page, "I was thinking-" She paused... sentence cut short as Jungkook took her hand into his own.
Slowly, he removed the pen from her hand, placing it down against the bench with a soft sigh, "It might be best if we all sit down and discuss this together."
"So... tomorrow maybe?" Daisy's brows knitted, "It's dangerous to be putting this off-"
"I know... but-" Jungkook exhaled a lengthy breath, "Lets just wait a few days... we've still got some time." He suggested, sombre expression not going unnoticed by Daisy as Jungkook rested his head in his hands, fingers weaving through his hair, "Lets leave Yoongi to rest for the time being." He said, "Everyone's pretty shaken up. We should just drop the Jeon name for a while."
It was clear Jungkook was still blaming himself for the incident, the male now beginning to slightly pull at his brunette locks as he hung his head in shame. Maybe he was right. Maybe the group just needed a little break to gather their thoughts.
Daisy gave a warm smile of reassurance,
"Okay... lets wait."
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{Author Note}
*Blasts Daechwita full volume*
I'm back from my hiatus wooooooooo!