"Unit 184 you are clear to land," everyone hears through their headsets.

Namjoon almost jumps out the window as the pilot lands on the large H painted onto the cement. Jin grips his jacket and shakes his head, telling him not to move until the pilot opens the door.

It feels like forever before the man runs to the other side, sliding open the door for Namjoon to stumble out of it, immediately sprinting for the doors. The security guards let him through, Nanami and the others running closely behind him.

Namjoon finds the nearest nurses station and slams his hands on the counter.

"Patient [Y/N]," he pants. "What room is she in?"

The nurse's jaw almost comes unhinged when she realizes who's huffing and puffing two feet in front of her. She's a young nurse, can't be more than 22 years old and has a bright pink bow holding up her ponytail. Her eyes look a little puffy but Namjoon's a bit too preoccupied to worry about that right now.

"Hey," Jin knocks on the counter, snapping her from her trance. "Patient [Y/N]. This is the west wing right?"

"Y-yeah," she stutters, nervously flipping through her patient chart. "Uh, [Y/N], she's in room 1734."

"I'll handle things here," Jin nods to Namjoon. "Go to her."

He and Nanami sprint down the hall, ignoring all the stares they're getting. They turn the corner and almost trip over themselves when they see your door at the end.

Nanami's fast but Namjoon's long legs give him the advantage, beating her to the wooden door and slamming it open.

His heart feels like it's going to beat out of his chest when he finds you there, standing by the window in a hospital gown with your eyes wide open.

"What the fuck?" you breathe out with your hand over your chest, clearly having the life scared out of you just now. You see Nanami's head pop out from under Namjoon's arm, the both of them gasping for air.

You visibly panic when tears start pouring down Namjoon's face as he runs over to wrap you in his arms and hug you tight.

"Oof," you grunt, feeling Nanami's tiny but strong body joining the hug on your side.

You melt into the two of them silently as they sob onto your body, waiting for them to calm down. You see Tae and Jimin enter through the door next, relief flooding over their faces when they see you standing up, being squished by the other two.

Jimin pries Nanami off of you after a few minutes, allowing you to wrap your arms around Namjoon's shoulders, gently stroking the back of his head as he continues to sob into the crook of your neck.

You hold him for a few more minutes until he finally begins to calm down, and you see Seokjin walk through the door.

"Oh thank god," he exhales, putting his hands on his hips as he throws his head back. "Thank god you're okay."

Your right shoulder is soaked by the time Namjoon releases you, but he doesn't let go by much. He stands to the side of you, gripping your hand as tightly as he can without hurting you.

"What is going on?" you ask. "Didn't the nurse call you?"

"She did," Jin sighs, gripping the back of his neck. "But the call cut off at a bad time. We thought you were the patient that coded."

"Ah," you nod, starting to put the pieces together. "That was the patient next to me."

"I'm going to get that nurse fired," Taehyung seethes, moving towards the door. "She should've called us back."

"No, Tae, please," you plead, making him pause to look back at you. "They lost the patient." Your eyes meet the floor to stare at your hospital socks. "He died ten minutes ago and she's been in the bathroom crying almost the entire time. He was around her age."

His shoulders relax slightly but he's still fuming.

"I'm sorry," you say softly, ruffling Namjoon's hair as he stares at the floor. "It's my fault. I should've made sure someone spoke to you guys."

"It doesn't matter anymore," Jin sighs. "As long as you're okay." He looks you up and down in your hospital gown. "Actually you seem just fine. Why did the nurse say you were in pain?"

You let go of Namjoon's hand and turn to lift up your gown, revealing a large burn mark from your right hip all the way down to your mid thigh. It's still oozing slightly, the wound clearly still fresh and lightly treated. You lift up your sleeve and they see a smaller burn mark on your shoulder. Looking closely there's a few scratches up and down your shin and forearm too.

Their eyes almost pop out of their heads and Namjoon looks like he's about to cry again.

"I'm not in pain anymore," you grin, putting two thumbs up. "I'm high as shit right now."

Jin and Taehyung snort as they all take a seat except for Namjoon, still glued to your side.

"Where's your phone?" Nanami asks, sitting on Jimin's knee. "What happened?"

"It's my fault," a voice says from the door.

Everyone's head snaps to the door to find an older woman holding a small chihuahua.

"Mom?!" Jin exclaims, standing up.

"Wait. What?" you gape.

"Son, what are you doing here?" she asks, stepping towards him.

"[Y/N] is my friend," he says, still in shock.

"Young lady, are you sleeping with my son?" she asks you, making you burst into laughter.

"Mom," he rolls his eyes. "I'm not the one she's sleeping with."

"Well then you should be," she smirks. "[Y/N] is the first girl I've ever approved of."

All of their eyes bulge from their heads.

"Wow," you say through your laughter, tears forming in your eyes. The meds are really working, making you feel tingly everywhere. "I really have the best luck with meeting mothers."

"Sorry Mrs. Kim," Namjoon mumbles, squeezing your hand. "I can't give her to Jin. She's mine."

"Ugh," she groans, throwing her head back dramatically. "Seokjin, why are you so damn slow?"

"Mom, what happened?" Jin asks, ignoring her. "How is this your fault?"

"You haven't seen the video?" she snorts. "Your friend is trending all over the internet."

You arrogantly place your hands on your hips with a smug smile as Jin and Jimin whip out their phones, everyone crowding around to watch.

Their jaws drop as they watch a little blonde chihuahua sprint into a busy intersection, almost getting run over multiple times. The video looks like it's from a surveillance camera from a nearby restaurant.

Nanami gasps as you appear from the corner, sprinting in between cars, diving just in time to scoop the dog in your arms. Your body skids across the concrete as you land on the sidewalk, your magenta cocktail dress not providing much cushion.

The bystanders crowd around you to see if you're okay, Seokjin's mother running up to you in tears. You're bleeding pretty badly from your hip, and she makes you stay right there until the ambulance arrives, regardless of your protests.

"Are you insane?!" Nanami screams, standing up from Jimin's lap. "You almost got killed over a five pound chihuahua?!"

You cover your ears with your hands, snubbing your nose in the air. "I'm not listening. The second I fell against that concrete I knew you and Namjoon were going to yell at me. But according to the public, I'm a Foreign Hero."

"More like a Foreign Idiot," she seethes as Jimin holds her back.

The whole room can feel the rage boiling off your best friend. You take a peak at Namjoon but he's just standing behind Jin, expressionless.

"Anyways," you roll your eyes. "You can see I dropped my phone and it was smashed by a tire. I also cracked my watch when I dove. But I'm fine."

Namjoon startles you by walking towards you, his face still blank. "Lay down," he says, grabbing your shoulders to steer you towards the bed. "Stop moving around so much. You need to rest."

Namjoon's furious with you. But more than anything he's relieved. He doesn't want to fight with you right now. He just wants to hold you and listen to your heartbeat, knowing you're still alive.

You obediently get into the bed, lying on your left side to avoid your burns. "Aren't you forgetting something?" you ask, his brows raising as you stare into his eyes. "I saw you were in a hotel with that Bella chick."

The whole room tenses up, having completely forgotten about that article.

"Namjoon, did you cheat on this poor girl?" Seokjin's mother snaps, turning to her son. "Okay Jin this is your opportunity to win her over."

"No," Namjoon panics, looking frantically between you and Jin. "Baby it wasn't me. I swear."

"It really looked like you," you push, narrowing your eyes. "What was all that you spewed about me not worrying about another woman?"

More tears well in Namjoon's eyes. He's completely overstimulated from everything that's happened in the last few hours and can't seem to form any coherent sentences.

"I'm just kidding, Joon," you laugh, grabbing his hand. "Didn't you see the time stamp on the photo?"

"Time stamp?" he croaks out.

"It says 10:15 on Saturday night," Taehyung says, pinching the photo to make it larger.

Namjoon looks down at you, still confused.

"Those idiot reporters must not have known you left early," you grin like a kid. "You were balls deep inside me at 10:15 Saturday night."

The whole room snorts while Mrs. Kim clears her throat. Namjoon just looks down at you with his jaw slacked and cheeks slightly rosy.

"And that's our cue to leave," Jimin chuckles. "Nana let's go."

"Yeah get me out of here before I put this bitch in a hospital for real," she glares at you while Jimin steers her to the door. You blow a kiss at her and it only angers her more.

"We're obviously going to pay for your medical bills, [Y/N]," Jin sighs. "You didn't give my mother your number did you?"

"I did," you grin, still high as fuck.

"Block her," he says sternly.

"Excuse me?!" his mother yells, readjusting the chihuahua in her arms. "How am I supposed to convince her to be my daughter-in-law with your attitude like this?"

Namjoon looks back down at you while you squeeze his hand tighter. "Sorry Mrs. Kim. I'm a different Mrs. Kim's future daughter-in-law."

Life returns to Namjoon's eyes as adrenaline courses through him, the butterflies in his stomach almost making him sick.

"I'll let it go for today," she huffs. "But you'd better answer when I call later."

"Ma'am I don't have a phone anymore," you giggle.

"We're going to reimburse you for everything," Jin says. "She may be a five pound chihuahua, but this dog really does mean a lot to our family." You tense up as he gives a deep bow. "Thank you [Y/N]."

"No. No bowing," you say sternly. "I don't need thanks, I just need a new phone and watch."

"Coming right up," Jin laughs, beginning to steer his mother out the door.

"Bye [Y/N]," Tae grins. "I'm glad you're okay."

You giggle and wave at them goodbye before returning to the dark cloud literally looming over you. You scoot yourself back in the bed and pat the mattress next to you. "Come on."

He doesn't hesitate this time, climbing into the bed and squeezing you to him, making sure to avoid your wounds. You stroke his hair as he sobs into your chest.

He's so scared of losing you. Reality had to hit him again that you're not safe. He could lose you at any moment and it makes him sick to be so powerless.

You gently kiss the top of his head and rub his back, letting him know everything is okay. Namjoon begins to calm down and turns his head to press his ear against your chest, finally starting to relax being able to hear your heartbeat.

"I'm sorry baby," you whisper, wiping his tear streaks with your fingertips. "I'll make sure to call you myself next time."

"Don't let there be a next time," he says shakily while squeezing you tighter. "I'm tired of seeing you in the hospital."

"Okay, deal," you giggle.

He pulls back to look at you, his beautiful brown eyes traveling all over your face and taking in every feature. Love and gratefulness are overflowing from Namjoon's pores. It feels like there's a gash in his chest but he also feels like he's on cloud nine.

You bend slightly to press your lips against his while cupping his cheek. Namjoon nuzzles himself into the crook of your neck, breathing you in. "Thank you for being okay," he exhales.

"Thank you for worrying about me," you smile, squeezing him back. "I love you."

"I love you more," he says softly.

"We are not playing this game," you laugh, stroking the back of his head. "I love you. I'm not going anywhere."

Namjoon starts to place tiny kisses on your neck and he can feel you shiver. He breathes in your scent again, feeling your chest rise and fall against him.

"You have to outlive me," Namjoon groans. "You can't be Mrs. Kim's future daughter-in-law if you're not breathing."

You slap your hand over your mouth and Namjoon chuckles. "You're so cute," he says to you.

"No, I'm just high."

"And cute."

"You're damn right I am," you snicker. "Now go to sleep. It's getting late and you look like shit. Respectfully."

You don't have to tell Namjoon twice. He moves his head against your chest again, relaxing his body as the sound of your heartbeat calms his nerves. He lets out a couple more tears before his lids start to get heavy.

He feels you place a gentle kiss on the top of his head. "Goodnight Joon."

He wants to respond but can't, because the darkness of slumber takes him too quickly.

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