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The music blared through the speakers of the studio, the boys perfecting their final pieces of choreography. Namjoon told them all to take a break, Jin headed over to his bag, picking up his phone and a bottle of water. He began his new level on his game, only for it to be disturbed by an unknown number calling. "Hello?"
"Hello? Is this Mr Kim Seokjin?" Of course, Jin replied with a yes, incredibly worried as to what was going on. He didn't know who the person was, or what they wanted from him. "You're down as Y/N's emergency contact, I'm calling to let you know she's been in an accident as is currently in a critical state."
His phone fell to the floor. Surely they'd got the wrong person? Just two hours ago he'd spoken to you on the phone as you made your way to work. Jimin was quick to notice, picking Jin's phone up, continuing the conversation before hanging up.
"Come on," he encouraged Jin, picking up his car keys, "I'll drive." All the other boys were deserted, the car ride silent on Jin's side. Jimin continued to reassure Jin it was all just precaution, and that you'd be fine, but those two words kept repeating in Jin's head. Critical state.
The car didn't even have time to stop before Jin ran in, demanding from the reception to know which room you were in. He sprinted down once he had been informed, stopping just before the door to your room. He took a deep breath, cracking the door to see your body.
The sound was enough to alert you, your eyes fluttering open to see him walking through the door. "You're here," you smiled, waving slightly.
"Oh baby, I'm so sorry this has happened to you. I promise I'm not going anywhere, you are going to be just fine."
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It felt like forever, as Yoongi sat and watched your body lay. Your eyes were shut, mouth slightly ajar, body numb. He had never moved so quickly then when he got the call to say that you were in the hospital. His heart was pounding knowing that even if you weren't aware, he needed to be there.
He continued to talk to you in the hope you'd hear, reminding you he loved you. "Come on gorgeous, I know you're tired, but just give me a sign that things are okay." The doctors had warned him it would take a day or two for you to come round after suffering from a seizure at work.
