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honestly, it's just jungkook's luck that the first time he sees the hottest boy on planet earth, he lands himself in the hospital.
jimin and taehyung both think it's insanely hilarious because they're assholes and can't be trusted, and as jungkook glares up at them from the hospital bed, he figures it's pretty much their fault he ended up here anyway. and embarrassed himself in front of the cutest male specimen he's ever seen in his life.
jungkook groans and buries his face in his hands from just thinking about it. this is definitely on the list of top five most embarrassing things jungkook's done in his life, which is highly surprising because jungkook's an art major who's addicted to banana milk and owns five different naruto headbands. obviously, jungkook's a complete and utter dumbass. a real menace to society.
jungkook sighs pitifully and looks out the window, thinking back to the incident (in all caps, bolded, italicized, underlined three times). he imagines himself in one of those old american 90's movies, the centerpiece of a cheesy fucking freeze frame with a voiceover that says, "you're probably wondering how i got here."
"well, let me tell you, kids, jungkook doesn't fucking know either."
jungkook sits back on his pillows and huffs.
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so, his incident was accidentally on purpose. most of his incidents are. jungkook, jimin, and taehyung were just rolling down the street on their skateboards (taehyung got them for ten dollars each—ten dollars, it was a steal—and they probably look like nerds, but it's fun and a hell of a lot better than walking), when jungkook sees the most beautiful man he's ever laid eyes on cross the street at the red light.
from what jungkook can see, the boy's face is slightly angular, and jungkook‘s hit with a sudden urge to touch his cheeks. his eyes are delicately upturned, and his lips curve at the edges in a way that makes jungkook kind of want to cry. the boy's got a big black hoodie on, ripped jeans, and a bucket hat (a fucking bucket hat, jungkook's infamous favorite hat™, he's already in love) pulled over—is that mint fucking hair?
anyway, jungkook's sold. his jaw is on the fucking ground, and taehyung and jimin look up in concern since jungkook isn't pantomiming keeling over on the sidewalk due to the pair's interlocked hands anymore. jungkook's gliding closer and closer to the intersection, the beautiful boy's face coming into clearer focus, and he's absolutely entranced. the skateboard just keeps rolling merrily along under his feet, jungkook making no movement to stop it as he stares at the beautiful boy walk in what feels like a slow motion love interest shot in a romance anime, and jungkook literally can't see anything but him.
he doesn't realize jimin and taehyung are screaming at him until it's too late, and he has half a second to realize he's in the middle of a busy intersection right across from the fucking green light until a car slams into him from behind.
jungkook blacks out for a second or two, and when he comes to, he's sprawled on the concrete with some murky grey version of jimin and taehyung's faces above him. he can see blue—a lot of blue—behind him, but his eyesight goes wonky and focuses wrong again just to fuck with him a little bit more. it feels like the whole world's spinning on its axis, and for a moment, jungkook has a quick mental debate that goes like "dumbass, that's what it's supposed to do" and then "yeah, but you're not supposed to feel it, are you?"
jungkook's still pondering on that when he realizes voices are filtering through his ear, muffled like he's underwater. a huge hand waves frantically above his face, and jungkook knows it's got to be taehyung's because jimin's hands are the size of legitimate doll hands and also taehyung's hands are large enough to cover jungkook's entire face with his palm. okay, maybe that's an exaggeration, but it's near the truth, anyway.
"—an you hear me, jungkook? oh my god, you can't die out here, kookie, your diploma cost a lot of fucking cash, you gotta finish that shit—"
"what the fuck," jungkook croaks out, because it's the only thing he can manage right now.
"thank god, you're alive!" jimin sighs in relief, throwing his head back. "we thought you died, kook. it wasn't funny."
"i know it's not funny, i just got hit by a car, asshole," jungkook replies hoarsely, still trying to get a grip on his lungs. the car knocked literally all the wind out of him, and jungkook's breaths come in heavy, heaving shudders as he tries to calm himself.
"okay, but are you broke?"
"i've been broke" is the best thing jungkook's half dead brain can come up with.
despite the fact that everything's just one big blur of color right now, jungkook can see jimin roll his eyes. "he means do you think you're fucking hurt, jungkook. is anything broken?"
"yeah?" jungkook says like a question, because he's not one hundred percent sure but he's pretty sure something's jacked up inside. his head hurts, his eyes aren't right, his throat isn't right, his ears aren't right, he can't fucking breathe right, his heart's going at a million miles per hour, and he can't feel his legs.
this can't be healthy, jungkook's brain supplies.
yeah, no shit, jungkook says back.
next thing he knows, he's being hoisted up by taehyung and jimin, voices buzzing in his ear that he can't bother to listen to. it takes a minute, and he's jostled around for a little bit before he's on taehyung's back, and he can feel the steady thump thump of taehyung's feet for a little bit before he's spun around and laid down on a cushion. his head is lifted up as something slides under it, and it takes jungkook a moment of blinking deliriously up at jimin's face to realize it's his lap.
"where am i," jungkook mutters.
"in a car, you hyperactive fucking dumbass," jimin replies, obviously done with jungkook's shit.
"hey, i just got hit by a car," jungkook ponders. jimin slaps his forehead.
breathing comes easier now, and jungkook drifts in and out of consciousness as he listens to voices converse quickly in the front seats and feels the overlying drone of the car engine. jungkook kind of likes the smell of the car, like something woodsy with metal and shampoo—
suddenly, jungkook's head is being shoved up again as the car door opens and jimin steps out.
he doesn't remember much from there, except he's dragged around on a wheelchair because his foot fucking hurts—and suddenly he's in a hospital, he can tell by the sterile white and the artificial lighting and the hospital smell. everyone's yelling, and he's conscious enough to read emergency room off one of the direction things hanging from the ceiling, so he figures he's being pulled into—surprise, surprise—the emergency room.
everything occurs in a fast paced blur, but jungkook's kind of conscious when he gets pulled into an examination area and some middle-aged guy comes in and asks him if he can move his left foot. he says yes, no, yes and also it really hurts, and the dude seems to accept it, because then he moves on to the rest of jungkook, poking and prodding and twisting at shit on his body. apparently he's got a nasty fucking bruise on his back from where the car hit him, because he can feel it ache and sting like a motherfucker when the doctor dude drags up his shirt to examine it. taehyung and jimin are there with him, and they look concerned (jimin) and vaguely terrified (taehyung) as the doctor dude explains some stuff to them. jungkook gets a light shined in his face and he tries to lean away but doctor dude says just follow it with your eyes, so jungkook tries his best until the light is shut off and he hears the word concussion.
that explains a lot, jungkook dazedly thinks as he rests his poor head on the back of the wheelchair.
some time between when he leaves the examination room and when he's being rolled to a different place jungkook has no idea about, jungkook tries to ignore the incessant pounding in his head and eventually falls asleep.
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next thing he knows, he's surfaced in a hospital bed, ankle wrapped up in an ugly bandage covered thing and lights dimmed so his headache isn't completely unbearable.
and that brings jungkook to his current dilemma.
"you're both fake bitches," jungkook mutters at jimin and taehyung after he tells them the full story. they're both laughing so hard they may be crying. he huffs and turns away, his face a bright crimson. "this is betrayal. i thought i was your friend."
"you can't fucking tell me it's not funny, you got hit by a car cause you were checking someone out," jimin snickers, and taehyung high fives him. jungkook wonders if he should start taking applications for new friends.
jungkook shifts slightly and winces when he feels the huge fucking bruise on his back. god, that's painful—jungkook's pretty sure about a third of his back is an ugly purple-blue color right now. jimin's smile instantly slips off his face, dropping into caring mother hen mode immediately as he gets up to shift jungkook's pillow.
"i'm fine, hyung," jungkook says once he sits back on the pillows in the least painful position possible. jimin relaxes back into his seat, and jungkook's thinking maybe he should pull out the injured card every time jimin and taehyung make fun of him again when the door slides open and in walks—
the fucking guy from earlier.
the bucket hat is gone, which is the first thing jungkook notices. the boy's hair is, in fact, a mint green that jungkook didn't think anyone could pull off, but he does. jungkook spends a second just staring at it as the boy scribbles away at a clipboard.
and that brings jungkook to the second thing he notices.
the boy's in one of those light blue doctor smock things jungkook has no idea what to call, writing on a dark blue clipboard with a hospital symbol on the back. he looks focused, professional, and jungkook probably shouldn't think that's as hot as he does. he realizes he's staring very blatantly when both jimin and taehyung fix him with a strange look.
"jungkook, are you okay? that's yoongi-ssi, he drove you here to the hospital and took care of the waiting list for you," jimin says, and the boy—yoongi—looks up at the mention of his name. he spots jungkook sitting up in bed, fixing him with a stare that probably says i've never even spoken to you but i'm in love with you. thankfully, jungkook has his concussion as a cover, so yoongi probably just thinks he's really confused. he smiles at jungkook before writing something else down on the clipboard, and damn, if that isn't the most beautiful smile jungkook's ever seen in his life.
suddenly, jungkook's yanked back to reality when he sees taehyung and jimin give him a weird look. he realizes—fuck—he's never really been good at hiding his emotions, especially on his face, and jimin and taehyung can probably already tell that jungkook's whipped as all hell for the doctor man. as jungkook watches on in horror, he can see the dots connect on both their faces as they turn to each other and back to jungkook with a stare he absolutely does not like—and then identical shit-eating grins bloom over both their faces.
taehyung's about to say something when yoongi cuts in. "your foot's looking good, jungkook." jungkook nearly shudders hearing his name come out of yoongi's mouth, and taehyung throws him a very conspicuous wink. "just a sprained ankle. we'll probably put you on crutches for it, and you'll need them for maybe two weeks before you can get off 'em. the bruise is gonna hurt really bad, but it's mostly just topical bruising with only a little muscle bruising. didn't hit anything serious." yoongi looks up from his examination of jungkook's left ankle to give jungkook a look. "your muscles are really thick, you know that? barely even got bruised. you work out a lot, don't you?" jungkook can only swallow, nod slowly, and not think about how yoongi just fucking complimented his back muscles.
"the concussion's probably the biggest issue."
yoongi steps back from examining jungkook's foot and walks around to the side of his bed, looking jungkook straight in the eyes with a soft kindness that nearly makes jungkook shiver. "are you feeling okay? any headaches, sharp pains? nausea?"
jungkook clears his throat, and when his voice comes out, it sounds strange in his own ears. "uh, when i first got hit, everything was like, blurry and stuff, and i didn't really—wasn't really conscious? and i was really dizzy, and i think maybe i would've thrown up, but i, ah, don't really have any food in my stomach right now, so." jungkook forces his jaw shut. god, the concussion's making his talking worse than usual. and that's saying something.
to jungkook's surprise, yoongi just nods, taking it in stride. "well, that sounds like a pretty big concussion. so here's the thing—no bright screens for the next week. try not to get too much sunlight or bright lights in your eyes. no really loud or sudden noises. and absolutely no sports." yoongi raises his eyebrow on that one, eyes flickering down to jungkook's (admittedly very large) bicep before continuing. "drink lots of water. have a regular sleeping schedule. i can give you a doctor's note to miss the next three days of class. honestly, i'd highly recommend it."
"but i need to send streaks," jungkook blurts dumbly, and he nearly smacks himself after for his stupidity. hot doctor dude probably thinks he's the dumbest kid on earth—
but yoongi just laughs, and it's the prettiest thing jungkook's ever heard. "make one of your friends send them." he smiles down at jungkook. "y'know, you're lucky i was walking to my car to go to work when you got hit. your friend taehyung thought you died and googled funeral homes in the middle of the street." taehyung huffs and interjects with a "i thought he was dead" before yoongi continues.
"it's nice to meet you, jungkook. i'm really sorry that i'm the reason you got hit, though—i didn't know i was that... distracting. maybe i'll make it up to you sometime." and before jungkook can process all his words, yoongi throws him a tiny wink and strides out of the room with his clipboard, sliding the door closed behind him.
the trio sits in stunned silence for three seconds before jimin and taehyung both open their mouths.
"wait—"
"did he just—"
both of them descend into screaming that sounds suspiciously like kook just landed a guy by getting hit by a car and what the fuck he was hot.
"holy shit," jungkook breathes out, still staring at the closed door. "did i just get a date?"
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when jungkook signs out at the hospital desk and gets the bill, he finds out the guy who hit him covered it all with his insurance. jungkook, as a broke college student, is really happy he doesn't have to spend a single penny, but the only thing that makes him happier is when the receptionist says he has a note left for him from one of the residents: min yoongi. all it holds is a quickly scrawled phone number and a just in case you want me to make it up to you sometime.
jungkook's eyes shift down to the very last line, and a raging blush spreads across his entire face.
and for the record, i think you're cute, too.
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so maybe getting hit by a car isn't so bad.
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