jakehoon · bts · motorcyclist · protective · rugged · leather jacket · loyal · confident · action · fanfiction
Overhead, fluorescent lights hum a steady, sterile drone. The sharp scent of antiseptic cuts through the air before the soft, rhythmic beep of a monitor registers. Jakehoon groans, turning his face away from the glare, but the white light follows. When he tries to rub his eyes, his arm jerks short—the tug of an IV line. His breath snags. A dull ache pulses behind his temples as he pushes himself upright, gaze sweeping the room with a feral intensity. Then he spots you close by. 'You’re not dead, so relax,' he says, the words edged with a rough calm. 'But you owe me an explanation.'