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"Jin? Jin? If you can hear me, say something, hyung!" Jimin.
"Shit..." Taehyung.
"What the hell happened?" Yoongi.
"Don't look at me! I was in the bathroom!" Hobi.
"I heard a noise and I went to check it out and he was on the ground again." Jungkook.
"You think he fell?" Namjoon.
"Maybe." Jungkook.
"What if he hit his head?" Namjoon.
"Shit..." Taehyung again.
Jin could hear their voices, but he couldn't respond or open his eyes or move.
He felt hands roughly pressing into his head, searching for bumps, bruises, blood.
"Anything?" Namjoon.
"Hyung, I...I think I felt a bump." Jungkook.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit-" Namjoon.
A squeak as the door opened. "All right boys, are you all ready to-" the manager cut off. "What happened here? I thought Jin was already awake. Don't tell me he went back to sleep?" The manager sighed. "We can't afford to delay our sched-"
"That's not it," Namjoon said. "We don't really know what happened, but I think Jin hit his head."
"What?" the manager asked. "Hit his head?"
"Yes, sir. There's a bump on the back of his head. I'm afraid that he might have a concussion or be seriously injured...He isn't responding..."
There was a beat of silence while the manager decided what to do. "All right. I hate to do this, but we're canceling practice today. We'll have to delay the show, but it's more important that Jin's in good condition. I'm going to get a medic over here to check him out, and if things don't look good, I'll call an ambulance. For now...just stay with him, all right? If he comes to or gives any sign of responsiveness, let me know right away. I'm going to make a few calls really quick," he said, stepping outside the dorm to call a medic, inform BTS staff of the scheduling changes, and inform the hospital that Jin might be in.
The room fell into a thick, dark silence.
"Jin was acting weird," Yoongi said quietly.
"How? Tell me," Namjoon demanded, and Yoongi sighed.
"He was – I don't know. He's been spacing out a lot lately, but...he was trying to make the same stupid jokes he always makes, but it was off, somehow. Like, he was panicking about something. Like he was crying out for help in the only way he thought he could. I didn't get it then, I just thought he was being his usual weird self. But it was like something broke in him. I don't usually laugh at his jokes and I didn't this time either, but he just...shut down. Self destructed."
"Hyung has been acting strange lately," Taehyung said. "I mean, outside of sleeping so much. He hasn't really been here, you know? Like he's always wishing he were somewhere else."
"Yeah," Jungkook agreed quietly. "I miss our hyung. I want him back."
"What do you think is wrong with him?" Hobi asked, serious for once. "You think he's sick with something?"
Namjoon blew out a breath. "I don't know. Maybe. It's possible. It would explain a lot of things, like how he's constantly sleeping and how he's not eating as much and how he's just generally unfocused..."
"Hyung?"
"Yes, Jimin?"
"What if they take Jin away from us? What if they take him to the hospital?"
Namjoon shook his head. "I don't know, Jimin. I don't know."
The medic arrived, and Jin was in the ambulance fifteen minutes later.
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