So imma just take a mini break from requests to do my own thing, Hope y'all don't mind. This is based on the true story of when Yoongi dislocated his shoulder. This happened when he was a trainee, so they're not idols yet. Cool cool.

Being a trainee was so hard. Especially coming from a less fortunate family. Yoongi has to work multiple jobs and long hours to have enough money to survive, all along side the long painstaking hours of training. He barely had any time to himself.

He took advantage of the fact that he'd learn to ride motorbikes, and got a part time job as a delivery man for some food company. It payed the best of all his jobs at least.

After a long day of practice, Yoongi flopped onto his cheep mattress with a long sigh.
Uuugh I have work. He thought, rubbing at his tired eyes with the heel of his palms. He trudged through the small dorm, getting into his riding gear, ready to head to work.
He put his helmet on, and headed off to work on his bike. As soon as he got there he was give several bags of deliveries. He was given the addresses of the deliveries, and off he went. He started the bike, looking at the first address, and set off.

It was starting to get dark, and Yoongi knew he definitely shouldn't be riding when he's this tired, but he had to do it. He got the two deliveries done, and headed back to the shop to collect the next ones, and that's when it all went downhill.

He couldn't hold back a yawn as he was driving down the road. He kept his eyes open for as long as possible, but the moment he closed his eyes...

He didn't realise he was driving right past an intersection. A car pulled out, and smashed right into him. He didn't have time to think, before he was laying in the middle of the road with no sense of what had happened. He peeled his tired eyes open, to see the wheel of his bike, still spinning, just above his face. He's breathing heavily with shock, thinking how close he was to having his face torn off from a wheel. Panic started building as he thought about how all his hopes and dreams of having a career as a rapper could go down the drain from this crash.
"Sir are you ok?" He heard a voice say, and he saw the wheel move away from his face as people helped to pull the bike away from him.
"Y-y-yeah i think-" he felt a hot white pain in his shoulder "...so..."
he wasn't ok. His shoulder hurt a lot. He tried to sit up, but he couldn't move his arm. Someone held an arm out for him, and helped to lift him up.
"An ambulance is on its way. Are you sure you're ok? Are you hurt anywhere?" Yoongi looked up at the polite face who was helping him. A good-looking middle aged man.
"I-I'm ok..." Yoongi lied, trying not to flinch at the throbbing pain radiating from his shoulder.
"Ok, I'd wait until the ambulance get here just so they can check you over and make sure you're ok. Here, let me take your helmet off." He says, unbuckling his helmet, revealing Yoongis tired yet traumatized face.
"Do you have insurance for the bike?" The man asked.
"Oh uhh, it's a work bike. I was just doing deliveries."
"Ah, ok. Just sit tight for a bit. The ambulance will be here soon." Yoongi nodded, still shaking from the shock of the accident. They heard the sounds of sirens in the distance, and a few seconds later, the paramedics came over to Yoongi, still sat on the floor.
"Hi sir, are you ok?" One of them asked, crouching down next to him. Yoongi nodded. One of them got a blanket out of their bag and put it round his shoulders.
"Are your legs ok? Do you think you can stand up and walk to the ambulance. It's warmer in there." She asked, and Yoongi nodded, and the paramedics helped him stand up. The pain in his shoulder got worse as they pulled him up, but he tried not to let it show. He walked with shaky legs into the ambulance and they let him lay down on the gurney, hooking him up to the ECG built in to the ambulance. His heart rate was quite fast, understandably so, after what happened.
"The shaking is probably just from the trauma ok? It'll go away soon." She assured. Yoongi nodded.
"We're just gonna do a full body check, just to make sure everything's good, and then we'll let you go." Yoongi let out a sigh. No way would he be able to hide the pain in his shoulder now.
They started at his head, checking for bumps and any possible head injuries, but luckily he was wearing a helmet, that definitely saved his life.
Then came the inevitable.
"Squeeze my fingers for me." The paramedic asked, holding her pointer fingers out. Yoongi reached out with his right arm, and squeezed the finger easily, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move his left arm at all. He tried harder, one last time, and it sent a striking pain into his shoulder, he can't help but flinch and moan, lifting his right hand up to his shoulder.
"You can't move your arm at all?" The paramedic asked worriedly. Yoongi nodded hesitantly. He didn't want to admit it, cause if he did, that would mean this is real, and he didn't want it to be real.
"Ok, we're gonna go to hospital and get an x-ray of that shoulder, and see what's up with it." Yoongi couldn't help but let tears pool in his eyes. Yes healthcare in Korea isn't nearly as expensive as it is in America, but it still cost something. He didn't know if he'd be able to pay for it. The other paramedic, went to go drive the ambulance, while the other stayed with Yoongi.
He sniffed and wiped the tears away as subtly as possible, but the paramedic still noticed.
"Are you ok sir? Is it painful? Do you want painkillers?" She asked, and Yoongi shook his head profusely.
"Nonono it's ok" Yoongi insisted. Cause painkillers would just cost him more.

The paramedic was taking down his details, like name and age, etc.
"Insurance?" She asked. Yoongi froze.
"....I-I-I don't have any." The paramedics, looked up from the clipboard with shock. "I-I can't afford it."
"Well, can you afford all this?" The paramedic asked worriedly.
"...I don't know." Yoongi said with a shaky voice, bringing his hand up to hide behind as he held back tears with all his might. The paramedic sighed sadly. It's all too often they have people who are in critical condition that have to refuse to have treatment just because they wouldn't be able to pay for it.
"Do you have any family, friends that could help pay for it?" She asked, clinging onto hope.
"I-I don't think so" Yoongi says, his voice shaking.
"Do you wanna try calling someone?" The paramedic suggested. Yoongi just dug through his pocket and pulled out a cracked phone, fumbling through his contacts. He knew his parents were his best bet, even though they weren't particularly well off either. He put the phone to his ear with a sniff, trying to compose himself, but the moment he heard his mother's voice over the phone, he couldn't help but sob.
"Eomma..." he said with a sob, tears falling freely. He wanted to wipe them away, but he couldn't move his other arm, so he just had to let them fall.
"What is it? What's up?" His mother replied, worried.
"I....I was in a car accident..." he replied, struggling to get the words out.
"Oh my gosh honey are you ok?" She says with shock, her worry inflating by the second.
"I'm ok I just- I hurt my shoulder. I need an X-ray and treatment but i don't know if I can afford it." Yoongi said.
"We'll pay for it honey. Don't worry. I'll transfer some money to you to pay for it ok?"
"Are you sure, eomma?" Yoongi said with a sniff.
"Of course honey! Your hurt I don't want you making things worse and putting you in danger. Don't worry about it honey, just go and get the x-ray. I'll sort out the money side of things. Don't get hung up on that stuff, you've got more to worry about ok?"
"Ok eomma. I'll go now." Yoongi said, still sniffling.
"Ok, please stay safe my Yoongi-ah." His mother replied, and hung up. Yoongi, turned his phone off, put it in his pocket, and wiped away all his tears. The paramedic handed him a tissue, and gently pushed him back so he was leaning back against the gurney.
"Just relax for a bit until we get there ok." She pulled the blanket over him a little more, and sat down to continue filling out the form.
Yoongi relaxed back, starting to feel a little better knowing he wouldn't end up in debt. He was rather exhausted, so he even started to drift off listening to the calming hum of the ambulance driving. What felt like two seconds later he was gently awoken after they had arrived.

They helped him walk into the emergency room, and he was taken to the x-ray room to get an X-ray of his shoulder. He was then taken to a consultation room, and the doctor arrived not long after with his x-ray.
"Good news, it's not broken. Bad news, it's still dislocated. Quite severely. I recommend you stay away from physical activity for the next few weeks. And with a dislocation that severe, unfortunately I can't promise a full recovery." Yoongi nearly choked on his own breath after hearing those words. He's an idol trainee. He does b-boying. But no physical activity for several weeks? He was convicted at that point that bighit would let him go. How can you have an idol with a chronic injury? Surely they'd fire him. Then he'd be even more broke than he already is.
"What do you mean? I won't make a full recovery?" He asked. He definitely didn't want to lose complete use of his arm.
"I can't say for sure, but if we get it back in place successfully right now, you should have full use of your arm. Just strenuous activity may cause it to flare up in the future." That gave Yoongi some comfort, though he was still convinced he wouldn't be able to carry on as a trainee. The effort it took for him to hold back his tears then.
"So... we should get this shoulder back into place before you end up with even more permanent damage." The doctor said, putting on his gloves. He called for a nurse to bring nitrous oxide, and she arrived quickly. He was told to take off his shirt, and lie back on the exam table.
"Just keep breathing in the gas. This may hurt a lot, but unfortunately there's no other way to do it. It's only be momentary." The doctor said and Yoongi tried to hide his fear. He wasn't good with pain at the best of times. He breathed in the gas, and he could feel the effects after just a few breaths. They cleaned his shoulder with iodine and injected a local anaesthetic to help ease some of the pain, but there's still no doubt it will be very painful. After waiting a few moments for the anaesthetic to take effect they got to it. They felt him moving his arm around, and that alone hurt. He squeezed his eyes shut, breathing in as much of the nitrous oxide as he could. They moved his arm more, and he couldn't help but scream at the pain, but they carried on nonetheless.
"You're doing good, it's nearly done." One of the nurses said. They held him down by his chest while the doctor twisted and moved his arm around. The pain was agonising. He tried not to scream, but it was at a point where it was in his natural instincts. The pain grew and grew, until he felt his shoulder pop back into place. A sharp sting of pain accompanied that popping sensation, but he felt a relief after. His shoulder still hurt, but it wasn't as bad as it was before. He could move it now at least. They all helped lift him up and handed him his shirt to put back on. The doctor then made a sling for him, and prescribed some painkillers, and he was sent home.

He left the hospital, stood outside for a second, and panic started building again. How was he meant to get home? He had no money on him for a taxi or a bus, and it was too far to walk. His mind was too fogged up to think of calling one of the other members of anything. Just as he was about to fall into a full blown panic attack, he was pulled out of it by a voice.
"Are you ok, sir?" It was the same paramedic who took him there to begin with.
"I.....I-I-I need to go home..." he said shakily. She approached him carefully.
"Just get a taxi."
"I have no money on me." He replied, on the border of having a full blown panic attack. The paramedic looked around. They weren't really meant to do this, but she felt so sorry for him.
"We'll give you a lift back in the ambulance, come on." She said, motioning for him to follow her, and he did. He followed her to the ambulance, and he got him secure in the back.

When he got home, he was greeted by Jimin, who stood up as soon as he saw Yoongi's arm in a sling.
"Hyung what happened?" Jimin said, full of worry.
"I- Uhh..." he didn't want to admit he was in a car accident, that would look bad.
"Fell down the stairs..." Yoongi said. What a terrible excuse. But Jimin still believed it.
"Oh my gosh hyung are you ok? What happened to your arm?" Jimin asked, full of worry. They all knew an injury at this point was detrimental to their futures as idols.
"I dislocated my shoulder. Can't do any physical activity for several weeks." Yoongi replied, quietly. Jimin was shocked. He felt so bad. He could end up losing a member.
"Hyung... what are you gonna do?"

"I don't know"

Was that a lazy ending? Probably. Anyway. I guess I must have a lot of inspiration right now cause suddenly I'm a super fast writer. Not that these chapters are very long anyway but still.
Hope you enjoyed this one. Just a lil break from requests and stuff. I should be revising for mocks right now, but haha I'm not. 👍🏻
Anyway, hope you enjoyed let me know what you think.
See ya in the next one!
안녕!!! 👋🏻