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#namkookau namkook drabble

jungkook meets namjoon in the waiting room of a busy er

to say jungkook was embarrassed is an understatement. honestly, he’d sell his right lung not to be in this situation.

it’s not often that he finds himself in situations that land him in the hospital, but unfortunately it’s not the first time either.

his hands twitch where he has them curled up in his lap. he wants to get up and move, pace, tap his foot. /anything/ to distract from the current situation. but he can’t. even the thought makes his foot throb harder.

his entire body burns. covered in scratches and the beginnings of bruises. he prays to whatever god is out there that his hyung isn’t working this evening.

or at least if he is, he’s too busy to find jungkook sitting, in pain, in one of the many uncomfortable plastic chairs in the emergency room waiting room.

it’s surprisingly backed up for three in the morning on tuesday night. there must’ve been a crash or something, jungkook presumes.

he tilts his head up towards the ceiling and starts counting the tiles. when he reaches thirty the chair next to him clatters. he whips his head around quickly, immediately regretting it when his head pounds and the black eye he’s sporting stings even more.

the man next to him is staring right back at him, eyes wide. jungkook can’t even blame him. he knows he looks awful.

the man doesn’t look much better himself, honestly, with bloody cotton balls in each nostril and a hand cupped to his chest with a few fingers bent at angles that definitely shouldn’t be possible, jungkook winces.

the man smiles at him softly, dimples popping out, but there’s a look in his eyes that jungkook can’t decipher. he shifts in his seat. his foot throbs.

“rough night?” jungkook asks trying to seem friendly and not at all like a creepy person who just stared at someone and there injuries for far too long.

the man picks at his pants. pajamas, by the look of it, with pikachu’s face printed all over them. jungkook briefly wonders where he got them from. would it be rude to ask?

“you could say that,” the man replies as he shakes his hair out of his eyes. it’s wet, jungkook notices belatedly. “you?”

jungkook shrugs, “you should see the other guy.”

the guys eyes widen again and jungkook finally recognizes the look. this guy thinks he was in a fight. an actual fight with another person and punches and kicks and shit.

if yoongi hyung was here right now he’d start cackling.

jungkook gets it though. in general the all black clothes, tattoos, and piercings do make him look a bit intimidating. then coupled with the scratches and bruises all over… he looks a bit like a gang member.

and really jungkook wishes he was that interesting. at least that’s not embarrassing. alas, jungkook is many things, but a fighter isn’t one of them.

sure, he works out, but he also can’t squish bugs without crying. jeon jungkook was not made for violence that’s for sure.

the origin of his injuries is honestly a lot more embarrassing than the dimpled expects. caused by a regrettable mix of coffee, which he doesn’t even like, and that weird anxiety he gets some nights when his meds decide they just don’t want to work.

he’d hope a bike ride through the park would settle the buzz under his skin that kept him awake. instead, however, it just brought him to the hospital.

not the bike itself, but the park. really, he would’ve been fine if he had put on his glasses, especially since he’d been staring at a screen for the better part of five hours trying to finish an assignment.

the park was full of late night critters. something that normally jungkook would be equal parts excited and freaked out by, but he was tired and full of an anxious caffeinated buzz that wouldn’t go away.

so instead his normal feelings just got replaced by blind stupidity. literally blind. and when what he thought was a cat turned out to be a very angry raccoon he did his best to ride his way out of the park on his bike.

the tree came out of nowhere.

on the bright side he can cross of being mauled by an angry raccoon and biking into a tree off of his nonexistent bucket list.

he sighs and pulls his leather jacket around himself further. the hospital is surprisingly cold and the clinical smell bothers his nose. he can’t wait to go home.

he takes a glance at the guy next to him, who’s texting with quick clumsy fingers. he has a nice side profile, jungkook notes, and he’s always found dimples cute.

if this was one of those romcoms that jungkook religiously watches then this could be their meet cute. he wouldn’t mind dating a guy who looked like the man next to him.

“do you need anything?” a feminine voice asks, startling jungkook from his slight stupor.

his foot throbs from the movement and he winces.

the nurse in front of him looks at him critically and he plays with the rip in his jeans. it hadn’t been there before. his finger skids over the scrape in his knee and he looks back up at the nurse with a closed mouth smile.

“would it be possible to get pain meds?” he asks softly.

“yes i can get you something,” she replies. “what’s your name so i can put in on your chart and do you have any allergies?”

“jeon jungkook, and no, no allergies.”

“alright, i’m sorry for the wait,” the nurse tells him. “someone should be with you shortly.”

“okay, thank you.”

the nurse nods and writes something down on a pad of paper in her hands before moving to the man next to jungkook. he watches from the corner of his eye.

🩺🩺🩺

the pain meds kick in fast, turning the pain into a dull sting.

“it’s so busy here,” jungkook says, thinking out loud. he shifts in his seat. “i want to go home.”

the man next to him turns and looks at him. “there was a car accident.”

jungkook looks at him, a crinkle in his brow. “a car accident?” he smacks his lips. “ouch.”

“yeah.. ouch.”

“i’m jungkook,” he greets resting his head on his shoulder, smiling lightly.

“namjoon,” the man offers.

“i think i’m high namjoon-ssi.”

“i think you are too.”

“i’ve never been high before, it’s weird.” jungkook smacks his lips again. “‘m not sure if i like it. feel floaty.”

namjoon snorts.

“what’s funny?” jungkook asks, sitting up abruptly.

“you just don’t look like you’ve never been high before.”

jungkook tilts his head, “well i haven’t,” he points a reprimanding finger at namjoon. “and you shouldn’t assume things namjoon-ssi.”

jungkook pauses and then starts to giggle. nothing is even particularly funny, he just feels like laughing.

namjoon’s eyebrows furrow. even confused he looks handsome, jungkook thinks, taking special care not to think out loud this time.

“do you really think i got in a fight?” jungkook asks softly once he’s finally finished giggling, suddenly very serious. it’s important that someone as handsome as namjoon doesn’t think he’s in a gang or something. jungkook gasps at the thought.

“you don’t think i’m in a gang do you?” jungkook gasps again as namjoon’s cheeks flush bright red. “you do think that don’t you?”

“well i assume that you’re not, judging by your reaction,” namjoon hums, trying to sound nonchalant. the blush on his face, unfortunately for him, gives him away. “unless you’re a very good actor.”

“well i’m not, for your information,” jungkook huffs angrily.

namjoon nods, but before he can say anything else yoongi is in front of jungkook, effectively ending the conversation. his hyung’s normally passive expression is replaced by worry.

“kook-ah,” he says carefully. like jungkook is a small animal he’s trying not to spook. “what did you do this time?”

in his high state jungkook moves straight past his normal shyness to shock. the third gasp in barely ten minutes leaves his lips. “hyung~” he whines. yoongi gives him a look that causes jungkook to pout. “the tree came out of /nowhere/.”

yoongi gives him a placating nod and a quick pat of the head. “of course it did, kook-ah,” and jungkook is too high to be able to tell the difference between seriousness and sarcasm. “is anything broken.”

“‘m not sure,” jungkook pouts. “my foot really hurts, though, and some of m’ fingers.”

yoongi nods, “okay. can i check you out, kook-ah? make sure there’s nothing absolutely major going on?” jungkook nods. “how long have you been here?”

jungkook hums, he can’t remember how long he’s been here. he tilts his head trying to think harder.

“its been an hour since i got here,” a voice answers. namjoon. “hes been here at least that long.”

yoongi nods. “we’re backed up from an accident, i only just got paged that you were here.” its directed at jungkook, but the younger is barely listening.

“i heard about that,” namjoon says, filling the silence that jungkook was expected to fill. “i’m namjoon, by the way.”

yoongi smiles politely at him. “i’m yoongi. i hope you’re okay, someone should be with you shortly. do you by any chance know what they gave him?”

namjoon rattles off the long name of some medication and yoongi hums. “kookie,” he says softly to the younger, “can we take off your jacket and shoes?”

“okay hyung,” he says far too loudly while making no moves to help yoongi get a better field of vision. yoongi sighs and does it by himself with practiced ease, carefully inspecting the scratches and bruises on his friend as he removes the jacket.

“so far it doesn’t look like you’ll need stitches on your arms.” he glances up at jungkook’s forehead and the bandaid placed hastily above his black eye. clearly someone doing a quick once over before deciding he wasn’t emergent enough.

yoongi pulls off half the bandage and winces. “can’t say the same about your forehead though.”

namjoon hisses from next to them as he watches yoongi take in jungkook’s injuries. yoongi carefully pulls off jungkook’s shoes, bringing a whine out of the other, but nothing else. the pink my melody socks pull a snort out of yoongi, but the foot makes him wince again.

he turns to namjoon, deciding that jungkook definitely won’t be any help now that the meds have fully kicked in.

“do you by any chance know what happened? did he give any clues?”

“fake cats are not our friends,” jungkook says as if that answers the question.

“honestly, i thought he was in a fight cause the outfit and he said ‘you should see the other guy’ but i’m starting to think he’s not the fighting type.”

yoongi hums, “he's not, the fighting type i mean. just very good at getting himself into stupid situations.” yoongi turns fullt to namjoon. “do you need anything, are you alright?”

“im okay,” namjoon nods. “it's not my first rodeo.”

yoongi hums. “well if you do need anything, have a nurse page dr. min.” namjoon nods. “i will be right back, thanks for keeping jungkookie company.”

yoongi disappears and comes back a few moments later with a wheelchair and a very frazzled looking nurse and jungkook finally gets taken into the emergency room. taking in namjoon one last time before being pulled away.

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“hyung you don’t understand, he was so pretty.” jungkook complains to yoongi as the older wheels him out of the hospital.

“i literally saw him jungkookie.”

“yeah, but you don’t count cause you only have eyes for jinnie hyung.”

“yeah, well, you’re lucky for that otherwise hyung would be strapping you to a chair and not letting you leave his sight.” jungkook sighs. “i mean really jungkook a midnight bike ride is bad enough, but getting into a fight with a raccoon?”

jungkook whines. “its not my fault the raccoon was cosplaying as a cat or something.”

“you’re lucky you didn’t get rabies,” yoongi sighs. “i mean really, you look like you got in a fight, no wonder namjoon-ssi thought you were in a gang.”

jungkook sighs wistfully, “and you’re sure he’s alright.”

yoongi nods, “a nurse came and got him right after i brought you back and he was discharged a few hours later, unlike a certain someone.” jungkook whines again.

“is jinnie-hyung really gonna take my bike away?” he pouts.

“only for a little wh-” jungkook cuts him off before he can finish.

“hyung, didn’t you say namjoon-ssi was discharged?” yoongi nods. “then why is he asleep in the er waiting room?” jungkook points out the tall man spread out over multiple plastic chairs, still in his pikachu pajama pants,

but the cotton in his nose is gone and, upon closer inspection, his fingers are taped up.

yoongi rolls jungkook’s wheelchair closer and namjoon startles awake when yoongi clears his throat.

“oh, jungkook-ssi i’m glad i caught you,” he tells jungkook fully ignoring yoongi’s presence. “i- uh- i wanted to make sure you were okay before i left.”

jungkook smiles softly, looking down at his hands. “i’m okay now namjoon-ssi, i won’t be taken down that easily.”

he looks up just in time to see namjoon sending a dimpled smile his way. “would it be weird to ask you out for coffee, you can tell me all about your fight.”

jungkook smiles back, big and wide. this gorgeous stranger wants to see him again. /him/. “i would love to. i should warn you though, i’m a bit of a mess.”

namjoon’s smile grows impossibly wider, “so am i, so it works.”

“it works.” jungkook repeats.

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