Hello there! Can you write a one shotfic for jumin and mc getting into an accident. The accident almost killed mc but survived. While jumin was more lucky having small injuries. I'm really am an angst freak
Authorâs Note:Â Yo okay so this is technically my first big one shot after getting back into writing, and I honestly kind of struggled with it. Iâm really sorry if itâs not what you thought it would be. You didnât didnât specify what type of accident, so I went with a car accident. Hope thatâs okay! Also, the rest of the RFA sort of snuck into this for certain parts because I just couldnât help myself. >.< Enjoy!
âWow! What a great concert. That violin player had some serious talent, donât you think, Jumin?â You smiled up at him as the two of you exited the concert hall holding hands, your fingers laced together, arms casually swinging about while you walked. Youâd gone on a date to see a group of top notch musicians perform together at a grand concert hall, and the experience was wonderful. To say you were stunned was an understatement; since you hadnât really attended anything like this before, it had been an extra special night for you, and especially Jumin since he was able to watch your adorable reactions to everything.
It was a different kind of atmosphere, but good different. The dim lighting from the crystal chandeliers above the two of you made you feel relaxed, and you couldnât help but feel mesmerized by the way they sparkled when they moved. Upon seeing your amazement at something as small as the chandeliers, Jumin had been quick to point out the elegant paintings on the ceiling and the silver and gold decorative plating around the room. You made the most endearing face as you took in all the details around the huge space, and he couldnât help but smile adoringly at you. You were so precious to him. If he was completely honest with himself, not even Elizabeth the 3rd could spark this much happiness inside of him. You were his entire world.
âI agree with you completely, MC. I think the violin solo might have been my favorite part, actually. Iâll have to make sure to get contact information for that group. Perhaps we could invite them to the next party we host?â Jumin tightened his grip on your hand as the two of you approached the car that was parked out front and waiting for you. Driver Kim opened the door for you both, and he ushered you inside the car first before following behind you shortly.
âI think thatâs actually a really good idea! Wouldnât it be so cool to have live music at the party!?â You smiled brightly at the idea. âAnd classy music, at that! Jumin, youâre a genius! Iâm gonna make a note of that!â You whipped out your phone and opened your notes, quickly typing out your idea and saving it. Jumin settled into the seat next to you and you naturally leaned into his side and relaxed, earning a content sigh from your partner. He wrapped one arm around your shoulders, glad to be able to hold you close. It was one of his favorite feelings in the world to be able to hold you.
The car finally started up, and then the two of you were officially on your way home. It was particularly quiet that night; besides your small chatter about cuddling Elizabeth when you got home, there were no other sounds. Even the car sounded quieter than usual. But Jumin felt at peace with the quiet, and was satisfied with just holding you while he watched the buildings pass by through the car windows. The lights from the street lamps outside danced over the two of you occasionally, and everything was calm.
When it happened, there was no warning; nothing that could have signaled that tonight would end the way it did- in tragedy.
The car had come out of nowhere. There was a bright flash, the screeching of tires hard against the asphalt, and the blaring sound of a horn right before it hit them. Jumin had caught a glimpse of the car from the window on your side, but he only had about three seconds to process what was happening. There was a car speeding in your direction, fast. It was going too fast. AndâŚhe could do nothing about it. There wasnât even time to scream your name as the impact happened. He immediately lost consciousness after the crash, but not before desperately calling out your name in his head. His last lingering thoughts, even if brief, were all of you.
When he finally came to, everything smelled like smoke. His eyes fluttered open and he had to give himself a minute to focus. Looking around, he could see that heâd been thrown a few feet from the car, but from what he could tell, he seemed to be fine apart from some bruises and decent scrapes and cuts. That was extremely lucky. He then coughed a couple times before regaining feeling in his limbs and moving about with one goal in mind: finding you. You had to be here somewhere, and he needed to make sure you were okay. He held out the small hope that if he was fine, you should be fine too, butâŚpart of him knew better in the back of his mind. The car had hit the both of you on your side, and that terrified him. Neither of you had been wearing seat belts, either.
He realized he needed to be on the other side of the car to see what had actually happened, but he could only manage to crawl slowly towards the car while he was in shock like this. While he was inching towards the accident, he caught sight of something dangling below the bottom of the wreck on the other side.
And- thereâs blood, so much bloodâŚ
He recognized your shoe immediately, and then the panic started to set in. âMC-â He tried to speak, but the air hadnât quite returned to his lungs yet. In the distance, there were sirens blaring, and people were starting to rush over to see if everyone was alright. This couldnât be happening, right? This was just a dream. You and Jumin had to be asleep in the car on your way home still. Driver Kim would never allow something like this to happen. This could neverâŚ
Before he knew it, black spots were forming in the line of his vision, and he couldnât stay awake any longer, even with his driver shaking his side and trying to keep him awake. It was all too much. The car, the accident, the smoke, you⌠It was too much for him to take in at once. This wasnât a dream, and he knew that now. This was real. This was happening. And he had no control over it whatsoever.
The next time he woke up, he was in the hospital. He could tell because everything was clean and white, and of course there was the overwhelming stench of sanitizer and bleach. Ugh. For a split second, he wasnât sure what had happened; he was confused as to how he had ended up here and couldnât remember anything but the smell of smoke. Had there been a fire somewhere? Surely not at his house⌠He felt his head start to throb, and suddenly everything came back at once. The concert, the accident, and you.
He shot straight up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed in a heartbeat, not caring about anything or anyone else but you. He had to know if you were alive. A nurse entered the room as he was about to bolt out the doorway, and she blocked his escape before he could leave. Jumin recognized her as part of his personal team of doctors and nurses, but right now he didnât care who she was or what she wanted. He only wanted to get to you.
âMove! Whereâs MC!? Is she alive!? Oh, god, is she-â He couldnât stop himself from blurting out his horrifying thoughts. He was a mess without you.
âMr. Han, please calm down. You have a concussion, youâre only going to strain yourself-â
âI donât care! I want to see MC! NOW!â Jumin was a mess. His eyes were wild, his hair was unkempt, and his body was bruised and battered, but that wasnât going to stop him from getting to you. Tears filled his eyes as he stared the nurse down relentlessly, and she just gaped for a moment before responding. Sheâd never seen him act this way.
Jumin felt his face drain of color and his heart stop at the hesitation in her voice. God, no. Please, donât let that be the case. Please!
âSheâs in emergency surgery. Theyâre doing all they can, I promise.â
Relief flooded his veins, but only briefly. Emergency surgery meant you were alive, but not in the clear yet. There was no guarantee that you would make it through this. âThenâŚthereâs nothing I canâŚâ He felt broken inside.
âPlease, sir. Itâs in your best interest to remain calm and stay in bed. Youâve sustained a concussion and several other injuries, though none of them are major. The best you can do right now is wait.â
Jumin refused to wait though. No matter how many times he was told to stay in his bed, or at least in his room, he wasnât going to listen. If waiting was all he could do, then he would wait as close to you as possible, and no one could tell him otherwise. Not the nurses, not the doctors, not even the rest of the RFA when they arrived at the hospital after finding out. Zen and Seven had practically tried to drag him away from the waiting room, which had earned Zen a black eye in the process. After he had made it clear he was staying where he was, theyâd decided to just sit with him. After all, there wasnât much they could do either.
The hours Jumin spent sitting in the waiting room were some of the longest hours of his entire life. With tears in his eyes, he did the best he could to control his breathing while he bounced his leg up and down anxiously. His head was swimming with thoughts of your relationship, of little moments you shared together, of anything that reminded him of you. He felt like you were slipping from his grasp, and thinking of you and your shared life with him was all he could do to keep you close at the moment. He didnât really know what else to do. Sometimes he cried over the memories, sometimes he smiled bitterly and cried more, and sometimes he got so caught up in nostalgia that he stopped his leg bouncing for a few seconds and forgot to breathe. He could hear Yoosung and Zen whispering about him in a concerned tone from a few chairs away, but it didnât matter to him. He was too far gone at the time to care. It was only after Jaehee rested her hand on his arm and spoke gently that he was pulled from his reverie.
âJumin, itâs been an hour and a half. Youâve been in that suit for a really long time now. Do youâŚwant me to go and get you a change of clothes?â Her soft voice made his head spin, and he couldnât bring himself to look her in the eyes.
His leg stopped bouncing and he lowered his head between his hands, his voice weak. âHas itâŚreally been that long?â
ââŚYes,â she answered in a hesitant tone. âI can send Seven or Zen to-â
He couldnât stop the awful choking noise that came from his throat has he turned to his old assistant and shamelessly bawled into her shoulder. He didnât hear the gasp of surprise she made as he completely broke down in front of her, but he did feel when she tentatively circled him in her arms and held him a bit awkwardly. In all her years working for him, he was sure this was the first time sheâd seen him lose total control like this. It didnât matter now. Not when the love of his life was in the operating room across from him.
âItâll be alright, MC will be okay. Sheâs gonna be okay!â Jaeheeâs voice was shaky, but certain. âHave faith. Everything will be alright. It has to be.â He could only cry harder and pray to god that you would make it out of this alive.
Another hour later, and Jumin was exhausted from all the crying heâd done and all the other emotions heâd felt while waiting. Zen had brought him a change of clothes from his house, but he couldnât bother himself to get up and leave for even a couple seconds. What if the doctor came back during then and he missed the news? What if something went wrong? He didnât want to go anywhere until he knew for sure how you were and what your condition was.
He was about to have another breakdown when finally there was movement behind the heavy double doors of the operating room. Jumin bolted up immediately and strode over to meet the doctor at the doors, desperate for any news. âMC!â was all he managed to say, and the doctor gave him a nod of understanding before speaking.
âSheâs in critical condition, but sheâs stable. She made it through the surgery alright. She just needs to recover. Mr. Han, sheâs going to be fine.â The doctor placed his hand on Juminâs shoulder, and Jumin found himself leaning on the wall for support.
âHowâŚhow bad is it?â he found himself asking. Even though he felt like breaking again, he had to have courage now; he had to be strong for you.
âWell, considering she spent almost four hours in the ORâŚsheâll have quite a long stay here. She cracked several of her ribs, punctured her lung, and her left leg is broken. She was also suffering some internal bleeding, although we managed to find the source and stop it. And then there were the wounds from shrapnel and the vehicle itself⌠To be honest, Mr. HanâŚshe had a very close call with death today. Sheâs lucky to be alive.â
Jumin sniffed and let the doctorâs words sink in slowly. After a moment of silence, he gave a wary smile and nodded stiffly to the other man. âThank you. What room is she in?â
The doctor adjusted his glasses before answering, âI believe theyâll be taking her to room one-twenty-four on floor five. She wonât be awake for another few hours, but-â
âI see. Thank you for everything.â Jumin cut him off and turned to make his way to your room. But before he left to see you, he approached the lingering members of the RFA in the waiting room to let them know that they didnât need to stay with him anymore. âIâll be fine from here on out. I appreciate you all being here, but I understand that you have lives of your own, so please donât feel obligated to follow me. Iâm going to see MC and sit by her until she wakes up.â Determination and loyalty echoed in his voice. âI canât leave her alone.â
âWe understand.â Zen moved forward to follow Jumin. âIâm coming with you at least. Iâd like to support you both and help you in any way I can. Iâm sure the others feel the same way.â He smiled but gave a pointed look to the others. Not that they needed it anyway; you were precious to all the members of the RFA, and theyâd never leave you or Jumin alone at a time like this.
âIâm grateful, truly.â Jumin couldnât bring himself to stand still any longer and finally started towards your room, everyone else following close behind him. His feet dragged against the floor with every step he took, and when he entered the elevator to get to the fifth floor, he gripped onto the side railing so hard his knuckles turned white. He was exhausted, but he was almost there. Just a little further...
The elevator doors opened and he struggled to keep his composure. His head was spinning, probably because of the concussion, but there was no way to be sure that it wasnât just because of all the trauma heâd been through overnight. With bags under his tired eyes and heavy footsteps, he sped to your room and let himself in to find the nurses still situating you on your bed, one nurse adding a pillow behind your head and another checking the machines reading your vitals. You were laid on your back, asleep, your left leg propped up in a cast and bandages all over your body beneath the hospital garments. Your face seemed to have minimal damage, though there were some evident stitches above your eye and some scrapes and cuts around your forehead and cheeks. Even though he knew you would recover, it broke his heart all the same to see you in this state.
Without a word, Jumin grabbed a chair and pulled it up to the side of your bed when the nurses were finished tending to you. He sat down and gently, so as not to disturb or hurt you further, propped his upper half on your bed, his head resting in his arms and face turned towards yours so that he could watch you sleep. Jaehee settled on the couch under the window near the back of the room, Zen following suit and taking a seat next to her. Yoosung and Seven took the two remaining chairs next to the couch. The room was quiet, and no one said anything for the longest time. Jumin felt himself slowly drifting away, your face the last thing he saw before a numbing blackness took over.
Of course he could only dream of the accident. He woke up several times during the next hour, and each time he would lull back into sleep before waking up twenty minutes later after a nightmare about the crash, about you dying, about whatever his brain decided to make up for him that particular time. He had just fallen back asleep again and was watching the scene play out once more when he heard his name being called. He managed to wake from his dream state rather quickly after that, and he looked around expecting to see Jaehee or another member. Instead, he locked eyes with you and was met with your beautiful gaze.
âMC...â Your name came out as a hoarse whisper, and Jumin felt the air leave his lungs as he looked at you, tears forming in his dark eyes.
âJumin.â It took you a moment, but you noticed the minor scratches on his face and the purple circles under his eyes. It looked like heâd been crying and in pain, and you were instantly worried about him despite your own situation. âAre you alright? You donât look so good...â
Jumin just stared in blatant disbelief for a second before scoffing lightly and smiling sadly. âYouâre the one whoâs just been in an accident and had surgery. And youâre asking me if Iâm okay? MC, youâre unbelievable. I-â He couldnât continue to speak. Too many emotions were welling up again, and tears were clouding his vision. The only thing he could think to do was sob into your bedsheets.
You gave a small smile in his direction and reached out your hand to rub his back. âItâs okay. Iâm here.â You felt tears pricking at your eyes as well, and before long you were crying with him. You held his hand tightly in your free one and whispered reassuring things to him while he wept. After a while he calmed down enough to talk again.
âI was so afraid Iâd lost you, MC... I donât know what I would have done without you. Youâre my entire life. I was so, so scared-!â Desperation reflected in his eyes as he looked at you, silently begging you not to leave him. He was still so scared. Even while sitting beside you like this, you felt like sand slipping through his fingers.
âIâm here, Jumin. And iâm not going anywhere. I love you.â
And for once in his life, Jumin Han could not repeat the words he so easily spoke on a daily basis, because those three words would never be enough by themselves to convey everything that he was feeling. All he could do was grip your hand tight, cry, and pray that his actions would speak volumes. Because how do you put into words the crushing weight of almost losing the love of your life? How do you describe what itâs like waiting hours just to know they arenât dead? How do you express wanting to trade places with the angel in the hospital bed? How do you let someone know that it should have been you and not them?
There were no words. No answers. Only tears, grief, and love.
