Jungkook's P.O.V

As his sister and Jimin left the room with their bags of food, his facade droops.

I-.. I've lost..

His hands tightly clench into balled fists as he eyes the drips connected to his hands. He reaches for it, ready to jerk it out of his body but the door opens, and the doctor walks in.

His eyes light up when he recognises Dr. Kwon who had taken care of his sister.
"Hello, Jungkook.."
Dr. Kwon says softly, as Jungkook smiles a little before dropping it down immediately.
"I'm here to update you on your condition. I'm not sure if you're aware of what's happened?"

Jungkook types into his phone and shows it to the doctor.

I've lost.. and I can't speak. That's all I know.

The doctor chuckles and tells him about the injury caused in his temple.
"Jungkook.. no knockout causes this extent of an injury in someone. Tell me, have you hurt yourself in the same place before?"
Jungkook visibly gulps, nodding.
"Well.. if you aren't willing to tell me how, that's alright. Y/N didn't tell me either.."

He continues.
"Listen.. I don't know if Y/N has told you this yet, but you'll be here for a month. You won't be allowed to train or box for a few months either."
Jungkook's eyes widen, anger beginning to swirl like a raging storm in his glassy orbs.
Clenching his fists, he tries to get up from the bed and the muscles in his neck visibly strain, as he tries to prevent yelling out curse words.

"Jungkook! Calm down!"
Dr. Kwon yells, grabbing hold of his shoulders as Jungkook pulls out the drips connected to his hands, pushing away the doctor violently to the floor and storming to the door.
"Nurses!! Nurses!!"
The doctor yells as other doctors and nurses come rushing towards Jungkook, grabbing hold of him.

Jungkook grunts, veins bulging out of his arms and necks as he shoves them out of the way.
"He's aggravating his injury!!"
A nurse yells as Jungkook continues to try and break free from them.
At that moment, Jimin and Y/N enter the room, jaws dropping at the sight of the situation before Y/N rushes over to him.

"Kookie!! Stop it! What's gotten into you?!"
You yell, grabbing hold of his arm that shoves away other doctors. His eyes meet yours and you see anger, fear, sadness and rage flash in it as he shoves your hand away as well before pushing you, sending you stumbling backwards into Jimin's arms.

"Jungkook! Grab ahold of yourself of yourself goddamn it!!"
Jimin yells as Jungkook's dark gaze meets his.

"I'm thankful that your failure will now pave my path to victory!"

The words that Jimin had mocked him in Jungkook's unconscious mind replayed in his head as his breaths become heavy.

Shoving the doctors that fall onto the ground, he steadily approaches Jimin with balled fists. Before he could land a punch, you step in front of him, placing yourself between the surging males.

"Jungkook, what the hell has gotten into you? Please! Stop!"
You yell, grabbing his shoulders. His gaze meets yours and his eyes soften a little before his legs give way and he sinks to the floor, eyes drooping shut.
Standing behind him was Dr. Kwon, holding an injection in his hand, the tube empty of whatever liquid was inside it.

"That should keep him asleep for an hour or so.." Dr. Kwon states, exhausted and angered.
Before you could reply, he turns to the other doctors and nurses that pant in the room.
"Have him handcuffed to the bed. We don't need more of this."
Your eyes widen as you shake your head.

"Dr. Kwon, you don't have to do that! I-"
"This is a hospital, Y/N! Not a fucking mental asylum!"
He swears, his voice booming throughout the room.
"I run this place, and I expect trustworthy and compliant patients. If your brother cannot handle himself, we'll take the necessary measures to make sure he does. Now please, step out of my way."
He warns, voice lowering to a threatening growl.

Speechless, you lower your gaze and step to the side with Jimin following your actions. Tugging the collar of his coat, the doctor clears his throat and strides out of the room as the nurses carry Jungkook with difficulty, placing him on the bed.

Another doctor walks in, eyeing the two of you and you notice a glistening pair of silver handcuffs dangle from his fingers. You reach out, holding his shoulder.

"I-is this absolutely necessary?"
The doctor slowly nods.
"Please, when he wakes up, I can talk to him and-"
"Sorry. Doctor's orders."
He bluntly states, shrugging your hand off his shoulder and clipping the handcuffs onto Jungkook's hand, attaching the end to the bed.

You exhale, turning to Jimin who stares at Jungkook before averting his gaze to yours.
"It's best you leave for now.."
You say, voice barely above a whisper.
"No, this time I'm staying. Go home, Y/N.. we have an early morning tomorrow."
He says bluntly, walking past you and towards the couch placed next to the bed.

You grit your teeth.
"Goddamn it, Jimin I can take care of myself. I don't need you-"
"You stink."
He says, cocking his legs up on the couch. You're taken aback, as you furrow your eyebrows.
"What?"

"I said, you stink. You haven't showered in two days." He mocks as you slump your shoulders in defeat.
The perspiration wafts upto your nose as you scrunch your nose with a sigh.
"Fine.. I'll go."
You say, glancing at him as he beams in victory and stands up, walking towards the door.

"Why are you coming?" You ask as he stares at you with an 'are-you-kidding-me' look plastered on his face.
"You don't have a car. I'm dropping you!" He says, running a hand through his hair.
"No shit, Sherlock. Thanks to you!"
You exclaim, hitting the back of his head as you walk down the hospital hallway.

Not long after, Jimin's Harley Davidson bike comes into view as you stop midway.

Oh lord, not this again.

He pulls out the keys from his pocket, eyeing you in amusement.
"What?"
You shake your head, walking towards the bike as he puts on his helmet, leaving a tuft of brown hair to stick out the front.
Swinging your leg over, you sit behind him, squeezing your eyes shut when you realize what you have to do next.

Stretching your arms out slowly, they waver as you bring them around his waist, tightening your hold on him.
He goes silent as he starts the bike.
Taking off down the road, Jimin kept finding himself glancing through his rear view mirror, eyes admiring your face under the city lights with your eyes closed and a large smile.

Forcing himself away from looking, he scolds himself.
What's gotten into you?  Focus on what you're here for!
Focusing on the road, he pays no more attention to the woman sitting behind him until he stops in front of her apartment complex.

Sighing, you get off the bike.
Besides everything, you inwardly enjoyed these rides with him but you would never admit that to yourself.
"Thank you.. again."
You say with a small smile as he nods with a wave, eyes pushing up into crescents through the small opening in his helmet, hidden behind the tuft of chocolate hair.

You chuckled, wondering how he manages to see through that mess as the echoing engine of his bike fades away.

Walking into your apartment, your mood dampens like water poured onto a fire. You turn on the news, only to find the sports section filled with Jungkook's knockout match and a bunch of people talking about it.
Without hesitation, you turn it off, throwing the remote to the other side of the room in frustration as you bring your legs up to your chest, hugging yourself.

Soon enough, we won't be able to afford this place.. where will we go? I'll never walk back to our parents place even if it means that we'll be left on the streets.

What are we going to do?

We're going nowhere fast..

A/N: Sorry for the short chapter! 😘

Yours hoefully,
💕Kim 💕