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It started off as just goofing around. Yoongi and Jungkook had both found a spare few hours in their day, free of schedules, dance practice, vocal practice, Yoongi was able to take a break from producing… since their popularity had started growing, the two had found they were not able to spend as much time with just each other anymore. They’d decided to use it the best way they could.
In the dance studio, just the two of them, half practising and half just goofing off, chasing each other around, letting themselves just be teenagers in love again without the worry of being found out by fans, without the worry of the rest of the group, bar Namjoon who already knew, finding out.
One of their latest songs, Mic Drop, blasted through the studio they sat in. They’d turned the volume up so high, the walls practically vibrated with the bass the song was giving off, but all that did was make Jungkook happier. He was so stuck in this moment, enjoying himself so much, that when Yoongi walked over and handed him a bottle of water, the youngest of the idol group took it, quickly turning the bottle towards the older of the two and squeezing it, blasting his boyfriend in the face with cold water.
Almost immediately, laughter erupted from the maknae as he doubled over, clutching at his stomach after not being used to laughing so much in such a small space of time. Yoongi glared at him for several moments, reaching up and wringing out his silver hair and watching as the small puddle on the smooth floor grew from the water dripping from him, but even he couldn’t hold a straight face for too long.
Even if he didn’t want to admit it, he hadn’t seen it coming that Jungkook would drench him, and he couldn’t help but see the funny side of the situation. Even if he wasn’t the happiest from just being blasted in the face with cold water, he could tell how happy and carefree Jungkook was feeling. And after all the stress they’d been through recently, Yoongi couldn’t help but be happy about it.
Jungkook needed this break away from everything, needed the break from the stress of idol life. And Yoongi was more than happy to provide him with that distraction.
Yoongi took a few steps towards the maknae, knowing his stance was a little threatening despite the small smile on his face, but Jungkook didn’t appear to care too much about it. In fact, he only laughed more.
“Y-you look like a puppy who got left out in the rain, hyung.” Jungkook managed to get out between the giggles. “You really should get a hair cut, its all drippy in your eyes!”
“Oh? My hair is dripping in my eyes?” Yoongi taunted, taking another few steps towards the youngest. “And who’s fault is that, huh brat? Who’s fault is it that I’m all wet now? Because I’m pretty sure that person isn’t getting any dinner tonight. I’ll tell Jin-hyung, don’t think I won’t.”
Only a moment later, Yoongi leaned forward, shaking his head roughly and spraying Jungkook with the water that still dripped. Chuckling a little as he did so. “Now who’s a puppy?”
Almost choking on his laughter, Jungkook smoothly replied with a: “Still you, hyung.”
The oldest then rolled his eyes, leaning forward and letting himself fall on top of the maknae, successfully pinning him to the floor under Yoongi’s weight. “Ah, I see. Now, you’re being quite the little brat today, aren’t you? Do you think you can get away with this?”
“I know I can, hyung. You wouldn’t hurt me.”
“No? Try me.”
Without wasting a second, the silver haired rapper leaned forward, grabbing hold of Jungkook’s sides and beginning to tickle him. Almost instantly, Jungkook erupted back into laughter, wiggling wildly to try and get away from the offending fingers, but finding himself unable to move from Yoongi’s weight above him.
“H-Hyung, hyung stop! Okay! Okay I give! I relent! Stop!” Jungkook begged through his laughter while tears formed in his eyes from the pressure, tugging himself slowly but surely away from Yoongi’s grip. “I surrender! I surrender! White flag! White flag!”
Smirking a little at the response he’d gotten, Yoongi sat up, taking his weight off from Jungkook with a smirk. “I won.”
“For now,” Jungkook retorted, getting up onto his feet and sticking his tongue out childishly at the other.
“We’ll see about that. First of all, stick that tongue out at me again and I’ll bite it off. Second of all, try that again with the water bottle and I’ll do more than tickle you to death.”
“Hyung, I’ve literally not been scared of you for years. Your threats do nothing.” Jungkook stuck his tongue out again, ignoring the irritated sigh from the older as Jungkook walked back towards the stereo and restarted Mic Drop, heading back to the centre of the room and beginning to go through the choreography while Yoongi stood to the side, watching him go.
“You know, today was meant to be us two relaxing, not practising.”
“Well maybe I want to show off, Hyung.” Jungkook grinned, before throwing himself into a back flip into the chorus. Watching him flip, Yoongi hummed appreciation deep in his throat, eyebrows raising a little as he watched.
Waiting a moment and preparing, Jungkook threw himself into another back flip, landing perfectly, before he chained it straight into another one.
If he noticed that he’d landed into the puddle of water when he’d finished the second before chaining into the third, he didn’t appear to take it as much of a risk.
Except it was, and when Jungkook launched off the floor again, his momentum was thrown off.
He could hear the bass vibrating off the walls, feel the air whistling past his face, and then there was nothing.
———
As Yoongi watched the other show off, he couldn’t help the spark of appreciation bubbling in the centre of his chest. He’d watched this kid grow up over the years, from the gangly teen that didn’t really know what to do with himself, to the confident, show off, sassy maknae he’d grown in to.
To say he was proud of Jungkook’s progress would be an understatement.
A slight chuckle escaped the older as he watched Jungkook throw himself into a small chain of back flips, but when he saw the other land in the water that he had thrown earlier, his heart skipped a beat.
Before he could even call out to the maknae, to warn him of the danger he was in, Jungkook flipped again. Instead this time, he didn’t arc beautifully like he had previously. His aim was off, foot having slipped in the water, and Yoongi felt himself freeze to the spot as he watched Jungkook fall in slow motion, before crashing into the hard dance practice floor.
Straight onto his head.
He could hear the dull sound of a skull hitting the wood even above the music, could only watch as his young boyfriend’s limbs fell into a limp pile. He hesitated for only a moment, waiting for Jungkook to get back up, to laugh and admit it was just one of his stupid pranks. But he knew he wouldn’t, Jungkook had fallen too hard, and as much of a brat as the maknae was, he wouldn’t purposely scare him like that.
“Jungkook!!” Yoongi exclaimed, slipping a little as he frantically made his way over to the young raven’s side, sliding on his knees as he got to the lifeless form of his boyfriend. “Jungkook! Kook, come on, listen to me. Wake up. Come on.” He yelled, leaning down a little in an attempt to see the youngster’s face.
The colour had drained from Jungkook’s normally lively cheeks, his face slack, eyes closed, and a small puddle of red was beginning to form beneath his head. He wanted to move Jungkook, to shake him awake and scold him for being so reckless, but with the way he’d fallen, Yoongi didn’t want to risk hurting him any further. So instead, he scrambled back to his feet, running over to the stereo and stopping the music before fishing his phone from his pocket.
He had a few missed texts, mostly from Namjoon questioning how their day off was going, but that wasn’t important. He could update the others later on. First, he had to get Jungkook help.
Calling the emergency number with shaking hands, a wonder he hadn’t actually dropped the phone in his rush, Yoongi pressed the phone against his ear, hurrying back over to Jungkook and blinking back the tears that had begun forming.
“H-hey, my friend, he slipped and hit his head while trying to pull a stupid stunt. He’s bleeding and he’s not awake, please send help.” Yoongi did his best to keep his voice steady as he spoke and gave the address of their dance studio, a sole tear slipping from his eye as he spoke past the lump in his throat. Once the emergency services had confirmed someone was on their way, Yoongi hung up the phone and reached forward, gently stroking a few stray hairs out of Jungkook’s face.
“I’m here, you’re going to be okay, I’m here Jungkook.”
———
When Jungkook finally began to come to, the first thing he was aware of was intense pain. His head throbbed, feeling as though his brain had been pushed through a meat grinder and was pulsing against his skull. His head felt warm and sticky, not at all like how he felt when he normally woke up.
And where he lay definitely wasn’t his bed.
A small, weak groan escaped his lips, and as he pushed his eyes open, fighting against the urge to fall straight back asleep, a figure came in to view.
Someone was leaning over him, and although his lips were moving, he didn’t seem to be making any noise. Or maybe the sound of blood rushing through his ears was drowning him out? Jungkook didn’t really know, nor did he fully understand.
The pull of unconsciousness was so strong on his eyes, but Jungkook continued to resist, slowly forcing his gaze to take in his environment.
He was in…a practice room? But why? Why had he been in there, and what had he been doing that had lead to him taking a very uncomfortable nap on the practice room floor?
Another spike of pain assaulted Jungkook’s senses, and despite his best effort, unconsciousness drew him back in within moments.
———
When Yoongi saw Jungkook pull his eyes open, when he heard the other give a groan of obvious pain, Yoongi’s heart leapt up into his throat. He’d woken up, that was a good sign at least. He’d been out for a little too long to be comfortable, but he’d woken.
“H-hey, Kook. How are you? How do you feel? Are you okay?” Reaching forward, Yoongi gently pushed back some more stray hairs from the other’s forehead, attempting to prevent them from being covered in blood as well. “You scared the shit out of me, kid. I’ve called an ambulance. Its on the way. Do you remember what happened?”
But if the maknae was able to hear him, he didn’t make any sign of it. Yoongi watched as Jungkook fought to keep his eyes open, and although the beautiful brown irises were on him, it appeared as though Jungkook was staring right through him, unable to focus his gaze on anything.
Then the gaze moved, pulling across the practice room while a look of confusion graced his soft features.
“Kook? Can you hear me?” And when the maknae’s eyes fluttered closed again, panic gripped at Yoongi’s heart. “Hey, no, wake up. You can’t fall asleep again, okay Jungkook? You can’t.” Reaching forward, Yoongi gave a sharp tap to Jungkook’s cheek, careful not to move his head too much with the motion.
“Come on, wake up, don’t go back to sleep. Its not safe for you to sleep right now. You hear me? Wake up, brat. Listen to your elder, you have to do what I say.”
Whether Jungkook could hear and understand him or not, Yoongi still didn’t know, but his words and motion had the desired effect as Jungkook peeled his eyes open again.
Moments later, the door to the practice room sprung open, two paramedics carrying a stretcher between them rushing in towards them.
Yoongi immediately got up and took a few steps back, trying to ignore the fact his right hand was slick with Jungkook’s blood.
“His name is Jeon Jungkook, he’s 20 years old, and he hit his head really bad. He woke up but he hasn’t responded to anything I’ve said yet.”
The paramedic nodded a little at Yoongi’s words, kneeling down in front of Jungkook and waving her hand in front of his face to get his attention.
“Hello, sweetheart.” The paramedic said in a soft tone, giving a smile when Jungkook slowly lifted his gaze to meet her eyes. “You appear to have taken quite a nasty fall, can you tell me what happened?”
Yoongi watched the interaction, his teeth gnawing slightly on his bottom lip with worry. He really should tell the others what had happened, but he wanted to know what was going on first. He needed to know exactly how bad it was before he worried them all with Jungkook being hurt.
Jungkook appeared to think hard for a few seconds, before going to shake his head, wincing harshly at the pain the slight movement brought. Instead, he slowly parted dry lips. “N-no, don’t remember…” He mumbled, although his words slurred slightly together.
That only made Yoongi’s heart hurt more. Jungkook must really be hurt if this was happening right now, Jungkook rarely ever slurred.
“Alright, don’t worry. Don’t move and try not to strain yourself. I’m just going to ask you a few other questions, okay? My coworker here is going to get you in a neck brace and then we’re going to get you to the hospital and see what we can do about that head of yours. First of all, what’s your name, sweetheart?”
“J…” Jungkook hesitated again, brow furrowing as he struggled to think, distracted even further by being carefully rolled to be flat on his back and a brace placed around his neck. “Jeon J-Jungkook.” He answered eventually, giving a small, weak smile when the paramedic smiled at him.
“Good, very good. Can you tell me where you are?”
Jungkook bit on his bottom lip, looking around the room in which he lay. Yoongi’s heart sank a little at how sad and confused their maknae looked. “A…a practice room?” He answered, although it sounded more like a question to the three others in the room. “Why am I in a practice room…? Only trainees who are definitely going to debut are allowed in this room…”
The woman Jungkook had been talking to then looked up, connecting gazes with her male coworker before looking back down again with a small, sad smile. “You’re in a practice room, that’s right. Are you a little confused, Mr Jeon?” She questioned. Jungkook purely groaned a little in response, trying again to keep his eyes open despite the struggle.
The woman then stood, turning towards Yoongi. “We’re going to take him to the hospital, I’m suspecting a major concussion but they’re going to want to do a few scans to fully make sure that’s all it is. Please try not to worry too much, he’s going to be very scared and confused, so I do ask that you take it easy on him and keep calm, or he’ll just get more scared. Okay, Mr Min?”
Yoongi frowned a little at her addressing him by name, knowing he hadn’t told her what he was called. But then again, they were getting more and more famous every day. It shouldn’t really be too much of a surprise that she knew who they both were.
“Is he going to be okay?”
“The doctors at the hospital will be able to find out more than we can. We’re going to take him to the ambulance now, feel free to join us and contact anyone you need to once we get there.” She then turned, going over to Jungkook and helping lift him steadily onto the stretcher.
“Y-yeah, I’ll join you, I don’t want to leave him.” Yoongi sighed, running a hand through his hair and causing it to stand on end as he watched the two paramedics get Jungkook onto the stretcher and lifted him up. The Maknae lying there whined a little as he moved, and Yoongi swore he could see the youngest turn a little green at the motion.
“Hey, I think he’s going to th-”
Yoongi’s warning was cut off by Jungkook leaning to the side a little and throwing up off the side of the stretcher, thankfully Yoongi was prepared enough to jump back and not be hit with the foul liquid, instead he hurried over once Jungkook was done and attempted to soothe him.
“Hey, hey it’s okay. Try not to worry, alright, brat? It happens, you’re concussed. It’s okay. Someone will clean that up in a bit.” When Yoongi saw a few tears slip down Jungkook’s face, Yoongi leaned forwards and gently wiped them away with his clean thumb, flinching a little as it came away from Jungkook’s face stained red.
He couldn’t help but wonder if the blood would ever come out of the floor.
Wasting very little time, the paramedics headed out of the building and onto the street, and the silver haired rapper let himself be relieved that no-one seemed to have caught notice of them yet. No reporters or fans were gathered around the building, trying to get an article or a picture of what was happening, and Yoongi counted his lucky stars for that. He didn’t want to have to talk to anyone right now, and he knew Jungkook would die from the embarrassment of the press seeing him like this.
When Jungkook had been situated in the back of the ambulance with the female paramedic, Yoongi quickly climbed in the back with them, reaching over and holding onto Jungkook’s hand with a gentle grip. He couldn’t be too obvious, even if the paramedic was a professional, she obviously knew who they were and he didn’t want to give their relationship away to the world just yet.
A few minutes passed and when the paramedic leaned over and hit the back of the window that separated them from the driver, the ambulance roared into life, pulling away with the sirens going and the lights flashing.
“It’s okay, Kook, you’re going to be okay, alright? The doctors will fix you right up.”
But as he spoke, Jungkook slowly dragged his gaze over to the older for the first time in a while, and while his sluggish pupils took a moment to focus on him, when they did, his brows furrowed.
“W-What…?” Jungkook questioned, and Yoongi simply smiled reassuringly.
“You’re okay, yeah? Rest up, but don’t go to sleep just yet. You can sleep later, hyung’s orders.”
“But…I don’t…”
“You don’t what?”
“I don’t know who you are…?”
Yoongi’s heart skipped a beat in his chest at the confession. Although, he should have seen it coming. The youngest didn’t know why he was in the practice room, he had said it was only for trainees who were going to debut.
Jungkook didn’t know who he was. He didn’t even know what year it was from the sounds of it.
“Jungkook, listen to me. What year is it? How old are you?”
“I’m…” Jungkook hesitated, frowning as he tried to think and focus to figure out the question Yoongi was answering. “I’m thirteen… its 2010…”
Yoongi bit his lip to stop the tears that threatened to fall from going.
“N-no, Kook. It’s 2018, you’re twenty years old. You’re really confused right now, huh? That’s okay. You’ll feel better soon, the doctors will help you, I promise. My name is Min Yoongi, I’m in your group with you, okay? I’m your hyung, and one of your best friends, so you don’t have to worry too much right now, I’ll look after you.”
If Yoongi’s voice shook as he spoke, neither the paramedic nor Jungkook commented on it, which helped Yoongi a lot, he was thankful for that.
It didn’t take long for the small group to arrive at the hospital, and when they did, Jungkook was immediately wheeled out. He hadn’t replied to any of Yoongi’s attempts to jog his memory. He’d simply lay there, staring at Yoongi with glazed over eyes, as if he didn’t believe anything the older was saying, or even hadn’t heard him at all.
But when they entered the hospital, they were immediately greeted by doctors who surrounded Jungkook, taking him far away from Yoongi while the rapper was held behind in the waiting room, not allowed to follow.
“H-Hey, I need to stay with him! He’s scared, please, let me stay with him!”
The doctor who had hold of Yoongi simply shook his head. “He’s going to go for a lot of tests to judge the scale of the damage. Try not to worry too much, stay here, contact people you need to. Someone will come and get you when he’s able to have visitors. He’ll be well looked after.” Once that was said and done, the doctor turned, leaving Yoongi stood in the hospital waiting room, one hand stained with Jungkook’s blood and a lump in his throat that he tried in vain to swallow away.
Taking a deep breath in an attempt to steel himself, Yoongi headed to the small bathroom, locking the door behind him and starting the water running. Loading his blood soaked hand with soap, Yoongi started scrubbing at his hands under the hot water, attempting to get the blood of his boyfriend off him.
He’d heard before that head wounds bled a lot, but that was… extreme. He hadn’t expected quite that much, and although the fall was bad, he still hadn’t expected this to come of it.
The others were going to be so upset. He had to call the others.
Once his hands were red raw from friction rather than blood, Yoongi dried them off and headed back off into the waiting room, taking his mobile out of his pocket and, not without hesitating for a second, called Namjoon.
“Namjoon,” Yoongi greeted when the leader picked up the phone, sniffling lightly in an attempt to sound clearer. “Hey, we’re…we’re at the hospital. Jungkook fell when we were at the dance studio. He got hurt.”
“What?” Namjoon replied, and Yoongi could almost hear the frown on his face. “Is he okay? What’s going on?”
“He slipped and hit his head. There was a lot of blood, and he was unconscious for a little while. He was really confused when he woke up, told me he was thirteen and it was 2010. He’s been taken by the doctors for tests now, I just… I thought I’d tell you what was happening because I don’t know what’s going on or when we’ll be home.”
“I’m going to gather the others and come to you, okay?” Namjoon sighed, worry tinting his tone as he spoke. “We won’t be long, I’ll text you when we’re coming.” Without waiting for Yoongi to reply, Namjoon hung up the phone, leaving Yoongi to slump against the waiting room chairs.
Why hadn’t he told Jungkook to be more careful? Why hadn’t he scolded the maknae for showing off when the practice room floor was wet like it was? He had a responsibility for the younger with being his hyung, and he’d failed with that responsibility.
Yoongi leaned forward, threading his fingers into his silver hair and holding his head, waiting with bated breath for someone to tell him what the hell was going on.
———
It was only an hour later when Namjoon hurried in with Jin, Taehyung, Hobi and Jimin. Faces covered in masks and hair covered with beanies, Yoongi could tell their eyes were drawn with worry for their Maknae. Seeing them walking over to where Yoongi sat, the rapper stood, beckoning them over.
“They took him in about an hour ago, I still haven’t heard anything.” Yoongi admitted as a greeting, allowing Namjoon to pull him in to a tight hug before he sat down with him.
Sometimes it was hard to remember that Namjoon was the only one who knew just how much he and Jungkook cared for each other.
“He’ll be okay, Yoon-hyung.” Namjoon said with a small smile. “You know how stubborn Kook is, he wouldn’t let this get him down for too long.”
“W-What happened?” Taehyung questioned, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand as his voice shook. He and Jungkook were so incredibly close, of course this was going to be hitting him pretty hard. Jimin too, although the oldest of the maknae line seemed to be staying silent, eyes red and puffy from where Yoongi could see them above the face mask.
“We were just messing around, a little while before Jungkook fell, he’d blasted me in the face with water and it had left a puddle on the floor. Neither of us thought about it, and I know that was irresponsible of me I’m sorry. He started showing off and doing back flips and slipped in the water and landed on his head. He was unconscious for a few minutes while I called an ambulance but he did regain consciousness, he was just…very dazed and confused. He didn’t quite understand what was going on, but I’m hoping that was just from the initial shock. I’m sorry, I should have been more responsible.”
Jin simply shook his head, taking his backpack off and reaching into it, pulling out a soft, over sized sweater and a pair of jogging bottoms. “Here, Yoon,” Jin smiled softly, handing the clothes to the other. “Go get changed.”
Yoongi frowned for a second as he took the clothes before looking down at himself, eyes widening a little at the splatter of blood on his shirt and jeans. He’s noticed his hands, but he hadn’t noticed the fact Jungkook’s blood was on his clothes too. Nausea rose in his throat, but Yoongi was sure to swallow it quickly back down, to try and not focus on the fact his boyfriend’s blood was staining his clothes. “T-Thanks, hyung.” Yoongi mumbled, turning and heading back into the bathroom in the waiting room and getting changed into the fresh, comforting clothes.
Jin knew him so well, the rapper instantly feeling better at the soft, long sleeved sweater falling over the tips of his fingers, instantly feeling comforted by the familiar scent.
The sweater was Jungkook’s. Yoongi didn’t know if that was Namjoon’s doing, or whether Jin knew much more than he’d bothered letting on.
Taking a look at himself in the mirror, Yoongi hated how much of a mess he looked. Silver hair standing up in every direction, eyes surrounded by a puffy ring of red with bags of worry perched underneath. If he didn’t know better, he’d say he was sick instead of just insanely worried.
Taking a deep breath, Yoongi walked back out of the bathroom, back into the spot where everyone waited.
Only moments after Yoongi sat back down, the doctor walked into the waiting room, looking over at the group of idols that sat in various states of obvious worry.
“Jeon Jungkook?” He called out, causing Yoongi’s head to whip back upright and stumble into a standing position, the others not far behind him as he did.
“Y-Yeah, all six of us here. Is he okay? Can we see him?”
The doctor smiled pleasantly, nodding slightly. “Mr Jeon will be okay in time. He has sustained a severe concussion, but we found no further damage that would mean any major complications. We’re not going to have to operate on him, but he will be kept here for a few days as we monitor his condition. We are worried about potential amnesia, but he hasn’t been conscious since being brought in, so we will be unable to comment on that until he is. I’m happy to let a few of you visit, but I’m afraid we cannot have all six of you in there at once. It would be too over crowded and make the staff’s job difficult if they needed to get to your friend. I’d recommend a maximum of three at one time, and then you’ll be able to switch out in shifts so you all get to watch over him.”
Yoongi relaxed slightly at the doctor’s words, thankful it didn’t seem to be anything more serious than a severe concussion. “Thank goodness… please take me to him.”
If any of the other members had an issue with Yoongi going in first, none of them said anything.
The doctor nodded, leading the group through the halls until they got to a corridor filled with private rooms. “He’s in 168, just to the side here. Please be quiet and respectful in the room, any sudden noises or high volumes could scare him and cause more issues down the line. I’ll let all of you in for an hour or so, but then you will have to split into two groups.”
When the group nodded at the doctor, he gave a smile before turning and leaving, allowing the group to visit their youngest member.
Yoongi hesitated as he got to the door, hand hovering over the handle for a moment, but a small sniffle from Taehyung spurred him into action, giving him the strength to push the door open and head into the room.
On the bed, Jungkook looked better than Yoongi had remembered him looking. Despite being incredibly pale on the sheets and the IV lines connected to his arms, Jungkook looked quite peaceful. Raven hair spiked wildly against the pillow, pushed by the thick gauze wrapped around his head, and dark bags under his eyes. But…very much alive, and no sign of the blood that had soaked him only hours before.
“Oh Jungkook…” Yoongi sighed, walking over and sitting by the youngster’s side, reaching over and taking his hand carefully in his own.
“Why weren’t you more careful? Silly brat.” Although his words were harsh, his tone kept it soft.
Namjoon couldn’t help but smile lightly at the scene.
They sat in relative silence for a while, small mumbles transferring between the members as they kept their discussions quiet. None of them took their gaze off Jungkook, waiting for their youngest to wake and reveal just how bad his memory loss was. They didn’t discuss that, though. They wanted to pretend the issue hadn’t arisen, hadn’t even been mentioned.
Jungkook couldn’t forget them. They’d worked too hard, and come too far for something as simple as a bump on the head to take it all away from the small Jeon.
“Has anyone called his brother?”
At Jin’s question, Yoongi shook his head, wincing a little as he thought he probably should have done that. After all, Jungkook and his brother were really close, it probably would have been a good idea to tell Junghyun that his baby brother was injured.
“No, I didn’t think about it to be honest…”
“I’ll call him!” Hoseok exclaimed, at least looking a little sorry at the look he got from the others for being so loud. “I’ll head outside and call him now, see you in a bit!” The rapper then jumped to his feet, hurrying out of Jungkook’s room and down the hallways until he’d found the exit, stepping out into the fresh air outside.
Wiggling his phone out of his pocket, Hoseok took a deep breath. He’d been all happy to call Jungkook’s brother until the actual moment he was going to. This wouldn’t be their normal, flirting conversation, this was going to be much more difficult to get through.
Regardless, he opened up his contacts, clicking on Junghyun’s name, and put the phone to his ear, waiting. It only rang a few times before the older Jeon answered.
“Hoseok? What’s up?” Junghyun greeted, and from the sounds Hobi could hear behind him, it sounded like Junghyun was in a library. Probably studying, it was coming up to exam season.
“Ah, hey Junghyun! So, are you sitting down?”
“Yes…?”
“Cool, cool… so we’re at the hospital, Jungkook fell and hit his head while showing off and bled a lot and from what we know from the little time he was conscious afterwards he’s lost a lot of his memory, I just thought you should know the others thought I should call you, but thats it, okay bye!”
He knew it was a dick move, but Hoseok quickly hung up the call before Junghyun could even process the words he was being told.
Less than 30 seconds passed before his phone blew up with his ring tone, Hobi groaning slightly as he saw Junghyun’s name on the screen. To be fair, he deserved this, and he took a deep breath before answering.
“Hey, Hyun-hyung! Whats up??”
“What do you mean What’s up??? You just told me my little brother is in hospital with amnesia and a head injury and then you hang up on me?? The fuck Hoseok! What hospital are you at? I’m taking the next train down there!”
“No, no, its probably best to not come.” Hoseok tried, doing his best to calm down the other but he knew he wasn’t doing the best job at it. “He’s not allowed too many visitors at the moment, and he’s not awake anyway. Really, it’s fine, okay? Please don’t worry too much!”
“Not worry?! Hoseok he’s not awake and he’s badly injured of course I’m going to worry! Now tell me the damn hospital!”
Giving a small sigh, Hoseok caved and told the older Jeon the hospital they were at, knowing he wouldn’t be able to stop the older from turning up. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”
“Yeah, see you soon.”
Hoseok slid his phone back into his pocket and headed back into the hospital.
———
Hours passed, and they all knew it would be hours more before Junghyun managed to get to them. Jimin and Taehyung had fallen asleep in the corner, Taehyung’s head resting on Jimin’s chest as they held each other in the uncomfortable chairs. Jin had taken to pacing around the room, while Namjoon and Yoongi sat by Jungkook’s bedside, waiting for any change in their youngest. Whereas Hoseok had headed outside, getting some fresh air and making sure he had signal to get the updates from Junghyun.
Then, the smallest twitch came from Jungkook’s hand in Yoongi’s grip, causing the rapper to quickly lift his head.
“Guys, I think he’s waking up.”
Almost immediately, Jin hurried over to the maknae’s side, reaching a hand over and brushing it gently through Jungkook’s hair.
“Yah, baby, can you hear us? Can you open your eyes for us?”
Jungkook let out a low moan at the words, before slowly tugging his eyes open, glancing around the room and flinching as the bright lights assaulted his eyes. Namjoon jumped to his feet, hurrying to the switch and turning the light off, smiling as the maknae seemed to relax.
“How’re you feeling, Kook?” Yoongi asked, squeezing the maknae’s hand lightly in an attempt to grab his attention. “You doing okay?”
Slowly but surely, Jungkook gave a slight nod, eyebrows furrowing as he struggled to focus on the older man in front of him. “I-I’m okay, Yoon-hyung…”
At the sound of his name being mumbled from the maknae, Yoongi let out a sharp sigh of relief, letting his hair fall against the edge of the bed as he swallowed down a sob. “Oh thank god, you little brat.”
“What…?” The youngest questioned, now struggling to look at his boyfriend who had dipped out of his limited field of view. “What are you talking about…?”
“When you woke up earlier, Jungkook, you couldn’t remember what year it was or how old you were. I think you scared Yoongi-hyung a little.” Namjoon told him with a soft smile. “He’s just relieved you haven’t completely lost your memory and it was just a spell of confusion from the concussion. I’m going to go get the doctor, okay?”
Namjoon then turned, heading out of the door and leaving the others in the room. He’d grab Hoseok too while he was at it, and tell him the good news.
Yoongi held Jungkook’s hand with both of his, not caring about the others in the room as he lifted it and pressed a gentle kiss onto the maknae’s knuckles.
“You’re going to be okay, Kook. You’re going to be okay.”