he tried his best to find where the young male fell; his hands clutching on the walls making it a guide.
"jungkook! jungkook!"
no response.
he knelt down—finally feeling his boyfriend's body. it was cold beneath his hands—and the pulse—oh no. where's the pulse?
"oh my god!"
he held his phone, dialing an emergency call.
"please, my boyfriend's unconcious and i need him at the hospital now!"
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