“Ah, you’re awake!” You heard a familiar quiet deep voice comment as the shy boy you met a long while ago at school appeared in your vision. “I’m glad you’re okay, I found you passing out in the hall and didn’t know what to do..so I brought you here but they didn’t have any emergency contacts, so I thought I’d stay and make sure you were alright-“
“Thank you.” You cut in before he continued, you were slightly overwhelmed with his rambling with your current drugged up state, and your speech was slightly slurred compared to usual. “Thanks for the help, you didn’t have to do this.” You restated, seeing as how your first statement of gratitude was a bit tense.
“No problem (y/n), I’m just glad you’re okay.” The brunette stated with a small grin, he was now moved to the chair by your bedside so he could speak with you more easily.
“Thanks, uh I never got your name?” You state, trying to remember if he had ever mentioned it, he very well could have because you can barely compute anything right now.
“Sorry, I’m Dowoon.” The kind brunette replied scratching the back of his neck in slight embarrassment.
“Nice to officially meet you then, and thanks again.” You tried to focus your attention on him and the conversation but it was still proving difficult in your current state. You laid back again on the cot, closing your eyes to try and ease the frustration that was slowly building due to your current situation.
“Are you in pain again?” Dowoon’s deep voice cuts in concerned at your movement.
“Nah, how long ago did they give me the morphine for pain?” You asked opening your eyes again and trying to see the state of the IV next to you and the current level of fluids to guess how long you’ve been in the hospital.
“They injected it maybe…” He glanced at his watch but a small disappointed frown fell upon his face, “well I’m not sure how long ago really.” Dowoon admitted and you just laid in silence again for a moment, “But it’s 1pm right now.” You sat up even more abruptly, startling the brunette with your rushed movement.
"I’ve been in here overnight?!” You ask now clearly beginning to panic, you begin to pull your cover aside and reach to begin stripping the many wires from your arm. Dowoon grabs your wrist stopping you, you then look at him with a challenging glance, he looks aside because of your intense gaze and clears his throat. You really want to shove him aside and free your wrist from his grasp, rip out the annoying IV, and get the hell out of here. However, you noticed you were still feeling the morphine and you admitted defeat, laying back down once more on the uncomfortable cot.
“Don’t worry the doctors will clear things up with your boss and family, but you need to stay in the bed.” Dowoon interjects, letting you calm down and letting go of your wrist when you give up your effort. That’s when you realize the boys were probably wondering why you weren’t at the meet up last night.
“Shit could you pass me my phone?” You ask him, noticing your belongings in the corner of the white walled hospital room. He nodded and did as asked, you began to scroll through the messages that had blown up your phone, your battery percent significantly lower due to the missed calls and spam of texts.
From Hajoon: Big sis you missed the meeting with the customers!! Jaehyung made sure it was all good but where are you?..
From Jaehyung: I hope you are taking time to rest and…
From Hajoon: What the hell is going on?! You aren’t answering any of us and aren’t at home!!…
From Woosung: Where are you? Are you okay? Call me asap..
These were just the tip of the iceberg when it came to the mass of texts filling your screen, you tried to make your way through all of them to see if all the meetings with the customers went well- Ring ring.You were interrupted by Dowoon answering his own cellphone.“Hey-“ He was cut off by what seemed to be a loud voice on the other side of the line. “I’m sorry-“ He was cut off once again, “Listen I have a reason! I’m at the hospital-“ You heard a loud ‘what’ shouted through the phone, “I’m at the hospital right now but it’s oka-“ before he could even finish the other person hung up and he looked down at his cellphone showing the call had ended with a defeated huff.
“Aish.. He hung up on me.” Dowoon stated slightly annoyed, though it seemed like he was used to this from whoever he had been speaking to.
“If your family is worried you’re welcome to leave, you’ve already done so much.” You stated with a reassuring smile.
“Shouldn’t I wait until one of your family members comes though? I don’t want you to be left alone here.”
“You don’t have to it’s alright.”
“Well I’ll feel better if I do.”
You gave him a slightly confused look, why did he care you weren’t even good friends or anything. You weren’t used to people you didn’t know being so kind to you, let alone caring for you like this.
“Well if that’s the case I suppose it’s alright if you stay…” You muttered as you began to send a text to Woosung about your whereabouts. You didn’t want to make a scene so it would be best if only he came to help you discharge from the hospital and head home, the other boys would cause chaos even with their good intentions.
You and Dowoon sat in intermittent silence, chatting on and off about studies and such for a little while. He seemed like a nice person, maybe you would become good friends moving forward. As you were about to explain something someone burst through the door cutting you off mid-sentence.
“Where were you?! What the hell is going on?” You just started at the figure who’s hand still held the knob of the door he just flung open so abruptly, the purple hair causing every sense of anxiety in your aching body to shoot through the roof. Dowoon let out a big sigh as the purple haired boy slammed the door shut and stood with crossed arms now looking between you and Dowoon. “Explain.”
“Everything is fine, you didn’t have to come.” The brunette stated with an exasperated look.
“I thought something had happened to you, all you said was that you were in the hospital.” The purple haired boy responded in slight annoyance, focusing all his attention now to Dowoon.
“Because you cut me off on the phone, you didn’t let me finish explaining.” Dowoon was looking him dead in the face with an irritated glance, this seemed to be a common occurrence, he most likely had to deal with the purple haired boy’s slight hot-headedness and the antics caused by it often. “(Y/n) passed out outside of class and I had to bring her here to make sure she was okay.” Now both the boys looked to you, the purple haired boy now walking up closer towards your cot with crossed arms. His piercing gaze met yours for a moment, you stared back unfazed by the attempted intimidation.
“She seems fine now, lets go.” The purple haired boy broke from your gaze and turned towards Dowoon nodding his head towards the door.
“Hey! There’s no rush-“ Dowoon responded in slight confusion at the purple haired boys behavior. It seemed like the purple haired boy was ready to drag Dowoon out the door in an instant.
“It’s okay if you need to leave Dowoon, thanks again for bringing me here.” You interjected with a smile, trying to ease the tension between him and his friend.
Before the purple haired boy could add in an irritating comment to you and Dowoon’s interaction the door swung open once more, this time revealing an out-of-breath Woosung.
“What happened?! Are you okay?!” He nearly shouted rushing over to you.
“I’m fine, sorry for being off the grid for a bit.” At this he leaned a hand on the guardrail of your cot, letting out a deep sigh and pushing his hair from his face as he regained his breath. Before you could continue he turned to notice the other two in the room, and he immediately clenched a fist.
“What are you doing here?” Woosung questioned in a calm manner to mask the rising anger within, looked to the purple haired boy. Immediately the purple haired boy approached Woosung with an intimidating air, this only made you more concerned as Woosung was starting to really show his rage.
“What’s it to you?” The purple haired boy huffed, at this Dowoon grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
“Young K, stop.” He stated in a hushed but worried manner, realizing the situation that could very quickly escalate. Now you knew the purple haired boys name, and it was your turn to cut in.
“Young K, I don’t know why you’re acting like this or why you attacked my boys that other night. We aren’t your enemy.” You stated in an intense tone that immediately commanded the room. Woosung now became the one to worry as he turned to you, whispering your nickname in a warning tone in his concern of what could happen next.
“How are you not? You came into our territory without permission to do deals. That innately takes away our customers.” Young K replied now nearing your cot in an attempt to intimidate once more, he really liked to use that as a tactic. Woosung immediately stepped closer to your side in a defensive manner, you gently pushed him back and kept your attention on Young K. Unlike this other gang leader you could keep a calm demeanor in almost all situations, something he could definitely learn to keep from useless situations like fights.
“We aren’t selling to any of your customers. You can ask each of them if you don’t believe me.” You replied bluntly at his accusation. “And we don’t ever intend to sell to your customers,” you added as his face changed to one of slight shock and confusion, “so we are not, and will never be, your enemy.”
Young K seemed caught off guard at this, and Dowoon even seemed a little surprised.
“In fact, I would propose that we could even work together in the future if you desired.” You suggested earning a questioning glance from Young K and Dowoon.
At this Woosung turned to you with a loud, “What?!” Ignoring this, you continued to speak to Young K and Dowoon.
“We aren’t dealing the same stuff, and if we are both covering territory together without worrying about each others whereabouts it will make everyone’s lives much easier.” You state simply, “You’re welcome to discuss it with your group and let me know if you want to take up the offer.”
“(Y/n) we’ve never done something like this before, besides we might not want to get mixed up with whatever they’re selling.” Woosung interjects in utter shock at your actions. You dismiss him once again as Young K turns towards the door with a scoff at your proposition.
“Think about it, Young K, no good comes from us fighting,” is all you are able to say before Young K heads out the door with one final glance towards you and Woosung. Dowoon quickly follows after him with a rushed goodbye.
Woosung has now turned towards you with an expectant gaze, and now you realize what you may have just proposed. If all went through, your whole operation would have to change, but maybe this change would be for the greater good. At least, that’s what you hope.
