The door burst open.

The flashing red and blue lights illuminated the room as the paramedics rushed in, pushing past the door with practised precision. Jungkook was barely conscious, his skin pale and clammy as they worked quickly, hooking him up to oxygen and adjusting IV lines. The atmosphere was thick with panic, each second feeling like an eternity.

"Sir can you hear us?" one of the paramedics asked, his voice firm, though there was a trace of urgency beneath it. "We need to stabilize him. We're losing him."

Jimin's heart pounded in his chest, the words ringing in his ears like a death sentence. "No, no, no—" He reached out instinctively, his hand hovering over Jungkook's arm but not daring to touch. The words didn't feel real. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't lose him.

"Jimin!" Namjoons voice cut through the chaos, grabbing his shoulder with enough force to snap him back into the moment. "We need to let them do their job, okay? We can't do anything right now."

But Jimin couldn't look away. Jungkook was slipping through his fingers, fading in front of him, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. "Please," Jimin's voice trembled, "please, don't—"

A sudden crash of noise filled the room as the medics shouted commands to each other, the beeping of machines escalating. Jungkook's chest rose and fell erratically, his breathing shallow. His pulse was weak, and he wasn't responding to their attempts to stabilize him.

"His vitals are dropping," the paramedic said, his tone sharper now. "We need to move him. Now."

Hoseok stepped forward, his face pale but determined. "You have to save him. Please," he pleaded, his voice breaking slightly. "Don't let him go."

The paramedics exchanged a brief glance, the tension in the air thickening. They didn't have time for reassurances. They needed to act.

Jin's voice, low and strained, was the first to break the suffocating silence. "Please... tell us he's going to be okay."

The medic didn't meet his eyes. "We're doing everything we can. But we need to move fast."

As the paramedics rushed Jungkook to the stretcher, Jimin couldn't tear his eyes away. It felt like the world had tilted sideways. Jungkook's body seemed too small, too fragile, surrounded by so many strangers. He had always been the one to make them laugh, to brighten the room with his smile, his energy. And now, he was lying there—lifeless.

Taehyung's hand found Jimin's, gripping it tightly. It wasn't much, but it was enough to ground him, to remind him that he wasn't alone in this.

"We have to go with him," Hoseok said suddenly as if trying to make sense of what was happening. "We need to be there for him."

The urgency in his voice snapped them all to attention. Without a word, they followed, their feet moving in a hurried shuffle. But the closer they got to the doors, the harder it became to breathe. They weren't ready to face what was happening, not yet.

But there was no stopping it.

They watched in silence as the stretcher was loaded into the ambulance, the doors slamming shut with a finality that echoed in their chests. The sirens blared as the ambulance sped away, leaving the seven of them standing there—frozen, caught between helplessness and dread.

Yoongi swallowed hard, his eyes locked on the disappearing ambulance. "We'll follow them," he said quietly. "We won't leave him."

Without waiting for a response, he began walking toward the cars.

 They couldn't lose Jungkook. Not now, not ever.