When He Gets Into a Motorcycle Accident;
Jeon Jungkook
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"Ugh." You groaned when a drop of water fell from the ceiling and onto your head. Looking up, you notice yet another leak. Walking towards the kitchen to get a bowl, you step carefully to avoid hitting the pots and pans you have scattered around the apartment to collect the water from the numerous leaks in the poorly made ceiling.
After positioning the bowl so that it would catch the drops of water, you stand up and walk to the cheap sofa, flopping onto it as the springs press against you through the thin fabric covering. You groan again as you try and get comfortable on the piece of furniture.
You reach over to your phone that sits on the side table and pick it up, only to see you have no signal.
"Damn cheap wifi..."
You complain as you lift it into the air.
After a few minutes with no luck, you toss your phone to the side and lean back onto the couch again. You sigh, momentarily rethinking your life choices as you glance around at the small apartment that's practically falling to pieces by the day.
You and your boyfriend, Jungkook, were both broke college studies living in an old run down apartment complex with nothing but a small bed, a raggedy sofa, and a rusty stove top. You worked part-time at a small cafe and Jungkook worked at a convenience store but due to both of your studies, the income between the two of you was very low and most the time, you were living paycheck to paycheck just to afford rent.
You're so deep in thoughts about your mediocre life that you don't realize yourself slowly drifting off to sleep.
Ten minutes later
"Babe!"
You shoot up from your nap at the sound of your boyfriend's frantic yelling.
"What? What happened?!" You shout. Slightly worried. Jungkook, who's dressed in a form fitted black t-shirt tucked into tight black pants and his signature fake leather jacket to top it off, runs towards you as you look around in panic, wondering what's got him so worked up.
With one easy gesture, he's pulled you by your wrist off the couch, thrown you over his shoulder, and started hauling you towards the front door of the apartment.
"Jeon! Put me down! Where are you taking me?!" You demand as you pound onto his muscular back.
"Just wait baby, you're gonna love it!"
He says, smiling largely as he enters the elevator still carrying you on his back.
Time skip to downstairs
After bolting out of the elevator and out the front door of the building, Jungkook sets you down and turns your body so that you're facing the parking lot. He stands behind you and grasps your shoulders, smiling into the distance as you look at him in confusion.
"Well... don't you love it?" He grins larger, still staring off into space.
"....uhm.... what are we looking at?"
He scoffs as you look from side to side in search of whatever surprise he has in store.
Placing both hands on the sides of your face, he turns your head in the direction of a specific parking space.
You laugh shortly, "Why are you showing me a motorcycle?"
"Because, it's not just any motorcycle, it's our motorcycle!" He says smugly.
Your eyebrows crash together in confusion.
"What do you mean our motorcycle? Wait... Jungkook, where is our car?!" You shout, referring to the old junky car the two of you spent a year worth of savings on. Although it was old and there were at least a dozen problems with it, it was the only form of transportation the two of you owned... well, until now.
Jungkook smiles proudly at your question before crossing his arms over his chest.
"It's gone."
You whip your head around at him, crossing your arms as well as you glare at him.
"What do you mean gone?" You grimace, "Jeon Jungkook where the hell is our car?!"
"Woah, woah, woah." He laughs, walking forward to take your face between his hands again and bring you closer to him. "Calm down butterfly, your Daddy did a very good thing tod- owww"
He whines when you smack the side of his head.
"This is the last time I'm asking you! Where is the car?!"
He sighs, "I sold it-"
"YOU WHAT-"
"But look, look" He cuts you off by dragging your angry figure towards the motorcycle. "I met an old man today while at the store, he said that he wanted to buy our car because his wife drove the same kind before she died in a car accident. He gave me the motorcycle and $500 in exchange for the car. Isn't this great!" He smiled, proud of his actions.
"Jungkook what the hell? This is by far the stupidest thing you've ever done!"
His smile fell as he looked down at you in confusion.
"What do you mean stup-"
"I mean you're an idiot!" You scoffed, "Neither of us know how to drive a motorcycle! Not to mention how dangerous it is. Why didn't you at least talk to me before making such a big decision?!"
"Calm down babe," He said walking towards you and taking you in between his arms as he pulled your head to his chest, "You think your Daddy would do anything that would hurt his little butterfly?"
You blush at the use of pet names but still put on an angry face to cover up the sudden shyness.
"Listen babe, the man gave me a book on how to drive it, I'll study it and go get my license by the end of the week, then I can drive us wherever we need to go without having to worry about it breaking down like that old piece of junk car we used to have alright?"
"But Jungk-"
"No buts butterfly, I'll have Taehyung drive us to University this week and then by next week I'll be able to drive you anywhere you wanna go, ok? Just trust me on this one, baby, you know I wouldn't do anything if I thought it wasn't a good idea."
You sighed before leaning more into his embrace.
"Fine, I trust you. Don't make me regret it!"
"I won't, baby."
One week later
You rushed downstairs with a towel around your wet hair, frantically trying to dry it off.
"Hang on I'm coming, I'm coming!" You shouted as your ring tone blared loudly.
Picking up your phone, you press the green button and answer the call.
"Hello?"
"Hi, is this Ms. Y/n?
"Yes..?"
"Well I'm calling from Korea National Hospital, its about your boyfriend Jeon Jungkook..."
Your heart drops as the woman takes a deep breath before sighing.
"Ms. Y/n... there's been an accident..."
