A/N: Tysm for the 1K+ views! Ya'll namjin bishes deserve a long chapter :> sorry for the late update, been busy.

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Third Person's POV

After waking up from a long slumber, Namjoon opened his eyes welcoming him the sight he never wanted to see.

For a second, his heart stopped beating after some realization of him inside a hospital.

He tried his best to recover what happened.

He quickly sat from his position after reminiscing and reality hit him so hard when he felt someone beside him moving.

It was his bish.

"N-namjoonie?" he tried to say.

He stared at him and his heart beated at its fastest.

It sinked in, inside of Jin's mind that Namjoon just woke up. So he immediately stood up and called the nurse.

Upon his excitement he hugged him tightly as he came back, shouting his hubby's name.

Namjoon on the other hand remains quiet thinking of words to say.

"Damn you bish! Damn you!" Seokjin continously shouted as he started tearing up, still in Namjoon's arms.

He stopped for a moment when Namjoon removed his hug.

"A-are you .. alright?" was all he asked.

"Let's get out of here, I'm fine." he rushes and tries to remove the needles.

"H-hey baby, chill. You still have to rest shhh." he quickly motioned Namjoon to stop.

"I SAID I'M FINE!"

The voice echoed in the white room making Jin realized that Namjoon raised his voice.

Pain was written in his face. A moment of silence bc of the stare they were giving each other.

"Uhhh--Sir..?" that entrance diverted the scene.

It was the doctor along with the nurse. They walked closer not minding the awkward scene.

"Good afternoon, Sir. Upon our findings, we just wanna inform you about Mr. Kim, h-he has--"

"N-NO! I'm fine. If you got nothing to say, can you pls let me out of here?"

"B-but sir--"

"wait, what do you mean?"

Seokjin felt that Namjoon's hiding smtg so he wanted the doctor to continue what he was saying.

"Mr. Kim has a disease .. h-he has a heart failure." The doctor finally spoke out making everyone in peace.

"Seriously?"

After a few seconds of recovering to his senses, he finally asked both Namjoon and the doctor.

The doctor nodded in return. Meanwhile Namjoon who tilted his eyes on the other direction.

"S-since when?" he started tearing up again.

"Three months now, Sir."

"Bull!" 

That was all he uttered after these revelations.

"Sorry Sir, if you'll excuse us."

Jin nodded and they went away.

Seokjin closed his eyes and his fist which was shaking already.

"W-why? Why didn't you tell me?"

He looked at Namjoon who's still staring on the floor.

"Why?! I'm asking you, why Namjoon?!" he shouted.

"Because I have this fear of losing you." Namjoon finally said.

"Do you think I'll leave you after knowing this?!"

"Yes."

"What? Of course not! I promised to stay with you forever, right?"

"You can't say."

"Are you out of your mind Namjoon?"

"I'm not."

"Snap out of it! I can deal with it, WE can deal with it. I can take care of you and help you! I'll never leave you alone esp at times like this!"

His emotions blasted and he cried loudly, kneeling on the floor.

Too much pain, too much revelations, too much negativities.

It was silence that filled the room again. Few seconds later, Namjoon came back to his senses and noticed Jin.

"Get up."

He continued crying and pretended that he heard nothing.

"Come on, baby. Get up. L-let's get through this."

And with that, Seokjin stopped crying and stared at Namjoon.

"W-what do you mean?"

"Help me."

Seokjin sighed for relieve. He thought Namjoon wanted a break up.

He quickly hugged him tight and shared in the bed.

Namjoon hugged him back and he can't help but to let his tears out. He's still a person after all.

"I'm so sorry for hiding it to you. It was so hard for me too. I hate keeping things from you, you know that right? It's just that .. I was just scared as that you might leave me and you won't accept me and besides, I don't wanna make u worry."

"Shhh. Don't say that. I wanna punch you and slap you 10X because you hit my boiling point. Urgh I can't hate you! BUT I HATE YOU!"

Namjoon laughs when he heard his rants again. He kissed him in his forehead and pulled him closer.

"Slap me."

"Huh?"

"Punch me."

"Wait, I can't do that."

"But you said you wanted to do it."

"Fine!"

*boogs* *boogs*

"UGHHHH IT HURTS"

"*laughs* You want more?"

"I'm a patient, pls be good to me love."

And then they laughed.

They spend the night sharing in his bed not minding what others might think.

They spend it thinking about the old things and thinking how they can get through all of these.

It's just a disease after all.