"Where is Jin?" you ask Mr. Song as all of you head into the third hour of waiting through Nanami's surgery.

"He's pretty heavily sedated, he's in a room up on your floor," he answers. "Jungkook is with him."

"Is he going to be okay?" you ask nervously, remembering just how much pain he was in lying down bleeding next to you.

"Dr. Park was able to administer the antidote pretty quickly thanks to you," he smiles, patting you on the head. "We have to wait to see if there's any long term effects but the doctors are hopeful."

You look at your lap and grip the bite mark Seokjin left on your shoulder. The only reason he wasn't forced to rape you in front of everyone is because he resisted the drugs, even though he knew what could potentially happen to him later on.

Namjoon squeezes you tighter to him in his lap, making sure to avoid pinching your ribs.

"So are we going to have to get every person in this building to sign a non-disclosure?" Jimin asks. It took him a while to collect himself but he's trying his best to remain strong for Nanami.

"Bang PD already has this building on lockdown," he answers. "As soon as we got the call from Yoongi we headed straight there, and the company was already locating the nearest hospital."

"Yoongi-hyung, how did you know where we were?" Namjoon asks.

"Nari had a tracking device on," he smiles weakly. "That's a whole other problem I'll have to deal with once the dust settles. I sent her back to Seoul for now."

"Don't be too hard on her," you frown. "Hear her out. I can't imagine how much courage it took for her to stand up to Hae-Ran like that. She really loves you."

Yoongi bites into his cheek, fighting back tears of his own.

"[Y/N]!" you hear a woman's voice coming towards you from the other end of the hall.

"Mrs. Watanabe," you choke out, standing up off Namjoon's lap. Nanami's parents come sprinting down the hall, tears streaking down both of their panicked faces. They're both usually dressed in elegantly put together outfits, but right now it looks like they threw on whatever they found first.

"Where is she?" her father asks, his mouth gaping as he takes in your face. "Honey. What happened to you?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Watanabe," Mr. Songs steps up from behind you. "I'm Mr. Song, the one who called you. Let me take you to the next room and explain the situation." He begins to usher them into the main lobby but Jimin grabs his wrist.

"C-can I come too?" he asks, nervously glancing at Nanami's parents. They know about you and Namjoon so they're not super surprised to see two other members here with you, but they are a little confused as to why Park Jimin is asking to speak with them.

"Sure," Mr. Song smiles.

You watch as they all walk through the open frame that leads to the main lobby. You seat yourself back onto Namjoon's lap even though there's open seats now.

Turning to Yoongi you ask, "What happened to Hae-Ran?"

"She was rushed to the hospital too," he says quietly and looks down. "But she died in the ambulance. They pronounced her dead as soon as they got here."

"Good," you say flatly, making both Namjoon and Yoongi snort. "And what about Jin's mom?"

"She's alive," he sighs, leaning back in his chair. "But she's never going to walk again. One of the bullet fragments got lodged into her spine, severing multiple nerves."

You frown down at your lap. Of course you hate her, but you're glad she's not dead, for Jin's sake. He probably needs closure.

Namjoon rests your head on his shoulder as you start to cry again, stroking your hair while Yoongi pats your knee. You all sit there in silence for another twenty minutes before the Watanabe's return, Mrs. Watanabe's hand being firmly held in Jimin's.

You hop off Namjoon's lap and he stands up with you. Nanami's mom surprises everyone by letting go of Jimin's hand before swallowing Namjoon into a hug.

"I'm so sorry, Namjoon," she cries into his shoulder. "I'm so sorry such an awful person was able to hurt you this badly."

He's frozen for a few seconds but the warmth of a mother's hug opens the floodgates, making him break down into sobs as he wraps her in his arms. You start tearing up and Mr. Watanabe swallows you into a hug too.

"She's going to be okay," you cry into his chest. "She has to b-"

You're cut off when you hear the automatic doors from behind you slide open. Everyone holds their breath as an exhausted surgeon covered in blood walks into the hall.

Everyone waits with bated breath as he removes his surgical cap, letting down his fluffy brown hair.

"I don't know how she did it," he chuckles, shaking his head. "We lost her four times but she's stable."

Jimin crashes to the floor, clutching his chest as the heavy sobs escape him. Mrs. Watanabe crumbles down with him, gripping him to her tightly as tears of relief rip through her. Tears of joy pour down your face and your knees buckle, Namjoon barely catching you from behind.

"I do have bad news though," he frowns. "Oxygen was cut off from her brain for over two and a half minutes. We have her in a medically induced coma for now to monitor her. In a couple hours we'll try to wake her up but we won't know if there's any brain damage until she opens her eyes."

"Can we see her?" Mr. Watanabe asks.

"I can allow immediate family and one guest into the ICU."

You and Jimin look at each other for a second.

"You go," he says quietly. "I'm okay as long as she's alive."

"No," you shake your head and smile. "She'd beat my ass if I left you out here. I have Namjoon, you go."

Jimin swallows you into a hug and somehow whispers "thank you" through his sobs. You squeeze him back, running your hand over his head.

You watch as the three of them follow the surgeon through the automatic doors. Namjoon's arms reach around your shoulders from behind you and he continues to sob tears of relief onto your hospital gown.

"Thank god," he chokes out. "I never would've been able to live with myself."

You lean back into his embrace, squeezing his forearms. "I told you," you say shakily. "She's a cockroach."

"Your head must be as hard as a rock," Dr. Choi laughs, placing your MRI scans up on the backlit board. "As hard as those whacks were, you don't even have a concussion. You'll just have a really nasty knot for a few weeks."

"Jesus," Namjoon groans into his hands. "Your hard head actually came in handy this time."

"Are you trying to get punched?" you glare.

Dr. Choi laughs again, walking up to take your vitals and check your pupils. "I'd like to keep you here another day or two just in case. We need to watch your brain for swelling."

"Keep her here however long you think is best," Namjoon exhales, standing from his seat. "She's not going to leave the hospital until Nanami wakes up anyways."

"Excellent," she smiles.

"Dr. Choi, are you treating Jin?" you ask her.

"I am," she grins. "Do you want to see him? He was asking about you."

You nod in both anxiousness and excitement. Jin has definitely replaced Jimin as your bias, excluding Namjoon of course.

Following behind Dr. Choi, you and Namjoon make it to a room four doors down from yours.

"He's in here," she smiles. "Take your time, just don't move around too much."

You slowly poke your head through the door and hear, "Yah! Stop doing that you little shit."

"Hyung," Jungkook glares. "One diffuser is not enough. I ordered another six just in case."

Their heads snap towards the door when you and Namjoon start laughing.

"[Y/N]," Seokjin exhales with his eyes wide.

"Hi Jin," you say shyly. "Can I come in?"

He doesn't say anything, he just extends his arms out towards you and you're quick to run to him. You throw yourself onto his hospital bed as gently as you can, wrapping your arms around his waist to avoid his shoulder injury. He squeezes you tightly around your shoulders, knowing to avoid your ribs.

You both sink into each other's embrace, thousands of emotions flowing through the both of you.

"Are you okay?" he asks as you pull away, his eyes scanning all over you. His breath hitches when he sees the bite mark on your shoulder, and the faint beginning of a hickey that your gown is half covering.

"I'm okay," you smile, cupping his cheeks to make him meet your eyes. "Thanks to you."

"[Y/N] I'm so sorry for hurting you," he chokes out, his eyes filling with water. "I'm so sorry for scaring you."

"You didn't," you shake your head. "I was never hurt or scared. I was only worried about your body. Are you okay? Are you going to have a limp dick forever now?"

His jaw slacks as he looks into your eyes, and you're asking in all seriousness. "No, you idiot," he throws his head back in a hyena laugh. "Nothing can stop this horse cock." You roll your eyes as Jungkook and Namjoon snort.

He grips your hips and looks at you seriously. "But are you really okay?"

"I am," you nod. "Hae-Ran is dead and Nanami is alive. She didn't break Namjoon or I like she wanted to."

Jin's gaze moves to Namjoon behind you and his cheeks flush a little pink before breaking eye contact.

"Namjoon I'm sorr-"

"Don't you dare say you're sorry," Namjoon cuts him off, moving around to the other side of his bed. "I need to be saying thank you."

"But I did so many things with [Y/N], and I almost forced myself onto her," he whimpers, tears beginning to spill down his cheeks. "And, I also..." He trails off and looks up at you, quickly moving his eyes back down and blushing again.

You have no idea what Jin is saying but Namjoon does.

"Hyung," Namjoon says sternly, squeezing his uninjured shoulder. "It's okay. All of it."

Jin's teary eyes meet his and you hop off the bed to let Namjoon wrap his arms around him this time. "Thank you, hyung," he says softly as Jin cries onto his shoulder. "Thank you for protecting [Y/N]."

Jungkook is now uncontrollably sobbing too and you wrap him into your arms, letting him soak your other shoulder.

Once they both calm down you hop back onto Jin's bed and squeeze his hand in yours. "Did you hear about your mom?" you ask him.

"I did," he nods, looking down at your hand cupping his. "My manager is handling things for me until I can make it back to Seoul."

"Seokjin," you hear a breathless voice pant from the door. You look over to see a man gasping for air like he sprinted here.

"Hyung?" Jin says with his eyes wide. "What are you doing here?"

"Dad called," he says shakily, stepping into the room. "What did that bitch do to you?"

The tears spill from Jin's eyes all over again and you get down from the bed with a big grin.

"You guys should talk," you smile at him, giving his hand another squeeze.

Namjoon laces his fingers with yours and you walk with him towards the door. Looking back over your shoulder you see the Kim brothers already wrapped in a hug, crying out years worth of pain together.

"Oh thank god," you breathe out, trudging towards your room with Namjoon. "I'm so glad his brother came."

"I'm sure they have a lot to talk about," Namjoon smiles softly, opening up the door to your room. He helps you up onto your bed, setting himself between your legs and cupping your face in his hands.

The look in his eyes makes you want to both cry and do a backflip. You gently squeeze his wrists, holding his gaze as your skin underneath his palms begins to tingle.

"She can't hurt you anymore," you say softly.

"I think that's my line to you," he whispers.

"She hurt me physically but I know every hit I took hurt worse for you than it did me."

He glances down at your wound and smooths his thumb over your uninjured cheek, making your heart swell in your chest. The air in the room is so thick it could be cut in half, his eyes boring back into yours so fiercely it gives you goosebumps.

Your eyes flicker down to his lips and he gently presses them to yours, making your throat tighten from the electricity shooting through your exhausted body.

"Lay down," he says softly after pulling away. "You need to rest."

"Okay," you smile, obediently lying back so Namjoon can wrap you in the blankets. "But you have to hold my hand until I fall asleep."

"I was going to do that anyways," he chuckles, planting a kiss on your forehead before taking the seat next to you. He gently cups your hand in his, looking down as he smooths his thumb over your knuckles. You can't imagine the pain and guilt he's burying deep inside, not wanting to worry you.

"It's over Namjoon," you smile sleepily, feeling your eyes getting heavy. "We're going to have our happy ending."

His eyes meet yours and he bites into his lip at how beautiful your lazy smile is. All he can do is nod because he doesn't want to make you watch him cry again.

"Everything is going to be fine," you whisper, losing the battle against sleep. "Jin and I will recover, and Nanami will pull through. We can finally breathe and be happy again."

Namjoon smiles as you close your eyes, peacefully drifting off to sleep.

You were right about almost everything. You and Jin did recover, and life started to return to normal as best it could.

But you were wrong about the most important part.

Wrong about the one last thing that would make you happy and whole again.

Nanami never woke up.

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Chappy 84

Add an extra shot of depresso please