H5 cuz I'm offline... ye ye (ignore this, this is a system of mine and uh- yea. I'm really chaotic and yu.)

The power needs to come on before I freeze... anyway.. I was stuck on this one for a while, but once I started writing it just kinda went. So, enjoy..

Also, I'm really proud of you! You're doing great 💜💜💜

Happy belated birthday to the one and only, j-Hobi.

I can't with myself, I'm too much 😭
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Hoseok's pov-

I woke up today with one thought in mind, I'm going home. Today is concert day, but right after the concert we get to fly back into Seoul. We've been on tour for around two months now, so I'm excited to get a break before the next section of the tour, the western side.

Backstage, I count up my members. I hit 6 every time, I count again, making sure to include myself. Six, I go again. Six. "Guys, where is TaeHyung?" Its ten minutes before showtime, we don't have time to be loosing people.

We are in Paris today, and I'm excited. JungKook can't preform at the moment, because of his injury, but he can still sing. Yesterday, TaeHyung broke down after the performance because he couldn't use his voice. He couldn't sing properly, and he was irritated.

During sound check, he seemed much better. Jin probably made him some tea or gave him a room humififier. Jin had said that he wasn't feeling too well himself, but I'm not surprised. Everyone falls sick on tours, and, it's usually all at the same time. I'm just hoping I can avoid this cold.

As we look around for our second youngest member, he comes running in. "Sorry guys, I'm here." He came in with a staff member, she's trying to touch up his makeup.

Before we know it, it's show time. It's day two in Paris, I want to make sure day two is better than day one.

Each song, TaeHyung performs like normal, and JungKook sings perfectly. The day is going great. As an idol, you can easily tell when a show will go your way. It's just the set attitude before it. Today will be a good show, I can just feel it.

The fans scream, stomping their feet and cheering. I can only imagine the excitement they get when they first enter the venue, I remember my first concert. That was an experience I'll never forget. But now, I'm here, performing almost every week in my life.

I focus on trying to remember as many faces as I can, who knows when we'll get to go to Paris again. Namjoon plays around, throwing water at fans. His smile is bright, and genuine.

I pick up my own water, and throw it on some of the fans. I try to throw it as far back as I can, just to give the fans in the back some action. It doesn't go nearly as far as I plan, but it was worth a shot. The venue is just too big.

After performing 'run', we have an intermission. Just to change and say a couple words to the fans. I've been prescribing my French, it's not perfect, but I think they'll be able to understand me.

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The concert ends on a good note, and all of the boys seem happy. Our car can only fit 6 of the boys, so I'm on my own. We had dru names out of a hat to figure out who would ride alone, sadly, it was Jimin. "Hyungies! No please, I really don't want to. Please.." his voice is cracking, and I feel awful about it.

"Ok, fine. I'll go alone" I tell him, heading towards the other cars. Jimin hugs me, but Jin stops me before I can get far.

"No, you're a grown man Jimin. You can ride alone." He tells the vocalist, in all honesty, I couldn't care less on if I rode alone. "Now, we'll see you at the hotel."

"Hyung, please." He whispers into his ear. Jin shakes his head.

"Park Jimin, you are going alone-" I interrupt.

"Hyung I don't think it's that big of a deal, I can go alone. It'll be fine, let Jimin ride with you all. Plus, I think I have a headache coming on, and I think some quiet would be good for me." Jin sighs, but goes along with it. He can be a bit cranky when he isn't feeling well.

The boys end their chatter, and load into their car. We got a few new staff members for this trip, so I wait for one to tell me who I'm driving with.

"Hoseok, over here." One whispers to me, I'm confused as to why he's whispering, but I don't think about it too much.

He must be new, because I can't recognize his face. I nod, and walk over to him.

I thought it would be rude to ask if he was new, so I steady by reading his name tag. He doesn't have one. All of our staff have name tags, it's just so we can confirm they actually work here. We wouldn't want anyone claiming they work for Bighit, when they actually don't. That would be scary. People will do anything to get what they want these days.

"Good Evening, sir." I tell him, he doesn't say anything back, which I find rude.

Our flight is at 8pm, and it's currently 6. It'll take thirty minutes to get to the airport, and then another hour through security. We should be on time for our flight. Our luggage came with us to the concert, so we don't have to worry about going back to the hotel.

The car is clean, which is nice. I'm a bit of a neat freak, so I'm happy that this car meets my standards. He closes the door for me, and walks around to his side. The seats are a bit close to the front, so I use the button on the side to glide myself backward.

"How was the concert?" He asks.

"It was good, thank you. Can I get your name?" He starts the engine, and we're on the move. I know he can hear me, we are the only people in the car. It's not even loud outside.

He focuses on the road, and slowly, the question fades from my mind.

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We swerve a lot on the roads. If I weren't so afraid, I promise you I would be feeling motion sick. His driving is so, so bad. I'm scared. Jimin had texted me once, but I can't bother to check, the drive is too wonky. My eyes won't focus on the text.

The phone screen was starting to drive me a headache, so I turned it off. "Do you mind, uh- slowing down a bit." My voice wavered slightly, I felt guilty.

"Almost there, can you hold on for like ten more minutes?" His voice was harsh, but I just nodded. My stomach jumped, I whimpered in pain. I don't like this car ride. I'm uncomfortable and scared, he gives me weird vibes.

I'm finally starting to drift off to sleep, after avoiding it for so long. But, I'm awoken by a fast jolt. I feel a piercing pain, and see glass flying before I squeeze my eyes closed.

After a couple of painful seconds, I start to feel around my face. When I remove my hand, it's all wet and red. The blood makes me feel woozy, and my head spins. I can't see the other boy, but I can hear cop cars and ambulance sirens.

"hummppp.." I'm scared, I can't see. My right eye seems to be fine, but when I open the left one, it stings and it's a blurry, black tone.

My wrist and chest ache, I can already feel little shattered pieces of glass falling onto my lap. I can't move, I feel like jello.

"Jiminie..." I whine. I feel someone's hand grab me. It's cold, and hard. "Help me." I plea. I hear other people entering from the drivers side, but I don't bother to look.

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omniscient

The door is torn off from both sides, and Hoseok is lifted onto a stretcher. It's uncomfortable, and the fabric laying on the top is itchy and gross. A neck brace is placed on him, as well as a back plate.

His eye is crusty and bloody, a glass piece lays right outside of it. He's set inside of the ambulance, and he can't understand a single word.

The paramedics speak in sharp, fluent French. Hoseok can pick out a few words like, 'how', 'feel', and 'life' but nothing else makes sense. He keeps his eyes closed. Suddenly, a phrase he does know is thrown into the air.

"What is your name?" He lets his eyes flutter, comprehending the question.

"Jung H-hoseok .." They nod, so Hoseok takes it as a success. His head doesn't hurt, just his eye, wrist, and chest. He doesn't think he had a concussion.

"Where... going?" He has to use his brain power to figure this one out, he can kind of piece it together. Where are you from? Maybe?

"Korea." He played it safe, if they had asked where he was going it would be the same answer. He was going home, to korea. The medics nod, but are confused. He gets an IV attached to his cubitum.

A cup is placed over his eye, and he's startled for a few quick seconds. A lukewarm water is drowning his eye, and it's uncomfortable. He flinched.

"Stay still." He doesn't understand, but opens his eye again. A small chip is found inside the cup afterwards. Hoseok assumes it was from his eye. "Got it." His eye is still very irritated and hurts a lot, but the glass isn't affecting his chance of loading any sight anymore.

"Band. Korea. Airport." He says, he's quite proud. It wasn't perfect, but it seemed to be enough.

"He was going to the airport with his band, probably. They might have taken a separate car."

"But who was that in the car with him?" Hoseok listens to the conversations, but he can't understand, and it's working him up.

"Can we see your phone? To call one of your friends." Hoseok recognizes the word phone, and friends, so he hands them his phone. (Face ID did the magical unlocking, okay.)

The medic clicks the first contact, JungKook. "Hello?"

"Uhh.. Hyung the plane is going to board soon. Where are you?"

Of course, the medics did not speak Korean. Making this situation more stressful than it needed to be. There was some bustling with the phone on JungKook's end, and soon, a lady was speaking.

Thankfully, she was korean and understood French as well. They were lucky to find her at a boarding desk. "Your friend Hoseok is in an ambulance. A car crash apparently, but he's okay." She assured before handing the phone back. "He's at a hospital five minutes away. We can reschedule flights if you want to stay here with him until he can fly back." JungKook praised the lady, thanking her endlessly.

"Thank you. Thank you so much." In return, JungKook gave her $20. (I'm so sorry lmao, there are a lot of currencies and idk which to translate to)

She gave the boys the address, cancelled and rescheduled their flights, and the boys were on their way.

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"Hobi Hyung?" Hoseok's hospital room was dark.

"Hyungs.." he was excited to see his members.

Jimin hid himself behind JungKook, shaking with fear. "Yes, hyungs. And jiminie, and taehyungie, and jungkookie, and namjoonie." Jin said softly.

"We all came to see you, Hyung." Namjoon said. Jin had found the light switch and turned it on. "Hoseokie..."

"I don't want to be here... I wanna go home." His eyes turned teary, his mind was foggy. Jimin burst into sobs, running over to hold his hyung's hand.

"Hyungie I'm so sorry! Please forgive me! You can always ride with the boys and I'll always ride alone!" Hoseok covered his ears with his good hand. "Hyung I'm sorry." He whispered, his voice broke. He would definitely have a hard time speaking and singing tomorrow, but he wasn't focused on that. Hoseok could have not been breathing tomorrow.

"Hyungie took a bullet for you, Jiminie. It's okay."

"You are supposed to be bulletproof.." he choked on sobs. "We are bulletproof Boy Scouts.."

"I mean I'm still here, right? I consider that pretty bullet proof."

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Jimin shook, chest tight, brain fuzzy. It was all so clear, the bang, the fire, the hospital room. Hoseok shook him gently, his wrist brace hard against the vocalists skin.

"Who was that man, Hyung..."

"It doesn't matter, Jiminie. He was arrested. Charged for kidnapping and attempted murder, it doesn't matter what his name was."

"You know I wouldn't do anything."

"I know you wouldn't.. but that day is over."

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I am on a roll with these things. This is the second chapter I've written in what? TWO DAYS. WHO DO I THINK I AM...

So, quick question. Shall I write a suga OCD chapter next? Or a regular sickfic?

Ot7 requests open. I haven't written one before, and I've been wanting to for a long time. So throw them at me