Heal Me, Dr. Kim! (Taekook)
The Crash
The night air reeked of gasoline and adrenaline.
Engines roared like thunder across the empty highway, neon lights from the city skyline painting streaks across the dark horizon.
Joel
First one to the bridge takes it all.. (someone shouted, their voice cutting through the wind)
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook smirked, leaning forward on his sleek black motorcycle)
Jeon Jungkook
(His gloved hands tightened on the handles, the rush of speed drowning out every thought)
This wasn’t just about money.. it was about proving he was untouchable.
Tires screeched, smoke trailed behind, and the night split open with the roar of engines.
Jungkook shot forward, weaving through traffic with reckless ease, the others struggling to keep up.
His heart hammered, a wild rhythm that matched the pulse of the machine beneath him.
Jeon Jungkook
Come on~ (he muttered under his breath, lips curling into a dangerous grin)
Jeon Jungkook
Try and catch me.. 😏
The speedometer needle climbed higher.
The wind slapped against his face, tearing at his jacket, but he didn’t care.
All he saw was the flashing neon sign marking the bridge up ahead.
The money, the pride.. it was all his.
But fate had other plans.
A truck swerved into the lane without warning.
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook’s eyes widened)
Jeon Jungkook
(He jerked the handles sharply, the bike screeching against asphalt)
The world spun violently.
Metal scraped the ground, sparks flying like fireworks.
His body was thrown off balance, skidding hard across the road.
Pain shot through his side, his helmet cracking against the pavement.
The deafening screech of brakes and the fading roar of motorcycles filled the night.
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook’s vision blurred, colors bleeding into one another)
His bike lay a few meters away, wheels still spinning helplessly.
Blood trickled from his lip as he coughed, trying to push himself up, but his arm screamed in protest.
Jeon Jungkook
Shit… (he hissed, collapsing back onto the cold asphalt)
Jeon Jungkook
(His chest rose and fell rapidly, every breath like fire)
Streetlights flickered above him, their glow hazy against the black sky.
The rush of adrenaline drained, leaving only raw pain and emptiness.
For the first time tonight, he wasn’t winning.
Distant sirens wailed, drawing closer with each second.
Blue and red lights danced across the road as an ambulance screeched to a halt.
Paramedics rushed out, their hurried footsteps echoing in the night.
Panos
Male, mid-twenties, possible head trauma.. get the stretcher! (one of them barked)
Hands lifted him roughly but carefully, strapping him down.
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook groaned, forcing his eyes open)
Jeon Jungkook
(His blurred vision caught the reflection of his broken bike in the corner of his eye)
Jeon Jungkook
(His jaw clenched)
That bike was everything he had. Now it was nothing but scrap.
The sirens roared again as the ambulance doors slammed shut.
The city lights faded outside the window as darkness swallowed him whole.
Inside, the paramedics tried to keep him conscious.
Panos
Stay with us. Can you hear me?
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook’s lips curled weakly)
Jeon Jungkook
I’m not dying… not tonight. (His voice was hoarse but laced with defiance)
But his body betrayed him.
His eyes fluttered shut, the world going silent.
The night that started with speed and fire ended in the cold grip of sirens.
And somewhere, destiny shifted, waiting to bring him face to face with someone who would change everything.
The Hospital
Bright lights stabbed through the haze of unconsciousness.
A sharp smell of antiseptic burned his nose.
The steady beep, beep, beep of a monitor echoed in his ears.
Jeon Jungkook
(he groaned, his body stiff and heavy)
Pain throbbed in his arm and ribs, but what cut deeper was the sight of white coats moving around him.
Nurse
Patient’s regaining consciousness.. (a nurse said)
Jeon Jungkook
(His eyes fluttered open, pupils shrinking against the blinding lights)
He blinked furiously, trying to make sense of the sterile room.. the IV in his arm, the bandages wrapped around his side, the oxygen mask pressing against his face.
Jeon Jungkook
Get that thing off me.. 😡 (he rasped, tearing at the mask)
Jeon Jungkook
(His voice cracked, raw from exhaustion and blood)
Doctor
Sir, you need to stay calm— (a young doctor started, but Jungkook cut him off with a snarl)
Jeon Jungkook
Calm? You strapped me like some broken toy! 😡 (He tried to sit up, but the pain in his ribs forced him back down)
Jeon Jungkook
Don’t touch me! 😡
Nurse
(The nurse stepped forward, worried)
Nurse
You’ve sustained multiple fractures. We need you to stay still, otherwise—
Jeon Jungkook
Otherwise what? You’ll patch me up and send me a bill I can’t pay? (His laugh was bitter, sharp)
Jeon Jungkook
Save it!! ❄️
Jeon Jungkook
(He yanked at the IV line, wincing when blood pricked the needle site)
The staff rushed forward in alarm.
Nurse
Stop, you’ll hurt yourself! 😰
Jeon Jungkook
Good.. (Jungkook spat, eyes blazing)
Jeon Jungkook
Better me than letting strangers poke and prod me. 💢
Doctor
(The doctor exchanged a look with the nurse, whispering)
Doctor
He’s combative.. possible concussion. Call in orthopaedics and psych consult.
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook heard it and barked a hollow laugh)
Jeon Jungkook
Psych consult? You think I’m crazy?! 😡 (His fists clenched, knuckles white)
Jeon Jungkook
I don’t need your pity or your lectures. 😡
Every beep of the monitor seemed louder, sharper, like it mocked him.
Panos
(A senior nurse sighed, shaking her head)
Panos
He’s in shock. Give him time.
Jeon Jungkook
Shock my a$$. 😡 (Jungkook muttered, his breath heavy)
Jeon Jungkook
(His gaze darted toward the door where more footsteps approached)
Jeon Jungkook
(His jaw tightened)
Jeon Jungkook
*Another stranger? Another white coat to prod at his wounds?* 💢
Jeon Jungkook
(His voice came out low, venomous)
Jeon Jungkook
Whoever it is, tell them to turn back. I’m done being treated like a damn patient. 😡
The door creaked open anyway.
And that was the moment his path would shift.. though Jungkook didn’t know it yet.
The Therapist
The door swung open, soft footsteps cutting into the tense silence.
Jungkook’s head snapped up, ready to snap at whoever dared intrude again.
But it wasn’t another frantic nurse or cold-eyed doctor.
It was a man his age.. maybe slightly older.. dressed in a simple cardigan over scrubs.
His dark brown hair was neatly styled, and his sharp features were softened by warm eyes that didn’t hold judgment, only quiet focus.
Jeon Jungkook
Who the hell are you? 😡 (Jungkook growled, shifting uncomfortably against the pillows)
The stranger didn’t flinch.
He simply set a clipboard down on the counter and glanced at the chart.
???
Jeon Jungkook, twenty-two, motorcycle accident.
???
Two fractured ribs, a dislocated shoulder, minor head trauma. (He looked up, voice steady but calm)
Kim Taehyung
I’m Kim Taehyung..
Kim Taehyung
Your assigned physical therapist.
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook’s lip curled)
Jeon Jungkook
Physical therapist? Tch.. I don’t need a babysitter.. 💢
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung’s brows arched slightly)
Kim Taehyung
(He pulled up a chair and sat down without asking permission, legs crossing casually)
Kim Taehyung
You’re right. You don’t need a babysitter.
Kim Taehyung
You need someone to make sure you can actually walk out of here without collapsing.
The bluntness made Jungkook falter for a beat.
Jeon Jungkook
(He scoffed, covering the crack in his defense)
Jeon Jungkook
I’ll walk out on my own when I want. Don’t waste your time. 😡
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees)
His tone dropped.. firm, but not unkind.
Kim Taehyung
Listen.. You’re reckless, I can see that already.
Kim Taehyung
But unless you want permanent damage, you’ll let me do my job. Whether you like me or not doesn’t matter.
Jeon Jungkook
(Jungkook glared at him, jaw tightening)
Most people backed down when he got angry.
Taehyung… didn’t even blink.
Jeon Jungkook
Are you deaf? I said I don’t want help.. 💢 (Jungkook snapped)
Kim Taehyung
And I said I don’t care.. (Taehyung replied smoothly)
Kim Taehyung
This isn’t about what you want. It’s about what your body NEEDS.
For a moment, silence filled the room, thick with Jungkook’s ragged breathing and the steady monitor beep.
Jeon Jungkook
(Then Jungkook barked out a harsh laugh, shaking his head)
Jeon Jungkook
You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. 😏 (He leaned back, smirking despite the pain in his ribs)
Jeon Jungkook
Most people run when I get like this.
Jeon Jungkook
You? You just sit there with that annoying calm face.
Kim Taehyung
(Taehyung tilted his head slightly, a ghost of a smile tugging at his lips)
Kim Taehyung
Then I guess you’ll just have to get used to me. 😏
Kim Taehyung
Because starting tomorrow, we’re working together. 😏
Jeon Jungkook
Over my dead body.. 😡
Kim Taehyung
Hopefully not.. (Taehyung said lightly, rising to his feet)
Kim Taehyung
(He picked up his clipboard and scribbled something before heading to the door)
At the threshold, he turned back briefly, his tone softening.
Kim Taehyung
You can fight me all you want, Jungkook. But I’m not the enemy here.
The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Jungkook staring at the empty space.
For some reason, his chest felt tighter, not from the ribs, but from something else entirely.
Jeon Jungkook
Damn it.. (he muttered, dragging a hand over his face)
For the first time since the accident, someone hadn’t treated him like a broken machine or a lost cause.
And that unsettled him more than any injury.
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