IN THE NAME OF LOVE

(SEOKJIN'S POV)

The golden hour paints the white walls. Namjoon's still sleeping, the youngest are on the sofa watching TV and Yoongi followed Hoseok to the bathroom - he's crying once more.

I caress Namjoon's nails, playing softly with his fingers. The doctor said he's going to wake up soon, that's why I'm taking advantage now to be with him. When he wakes up, everything's going to be over.

I kiss, gently, his hand. I let it down carefully when he starts moving his fingers, whining almost inaudible. He moves his head slowly towards me, his eyes still closed.

"Hyung, are you awake?" Jungkook says. His sudden voice startles me. "Can you hear me?"

Jimin and Taehyung join on the other side of the bed. Jimin grabs the other hand carefully, not touching the serum

Namjoon frowns, blinking slowly. Once his eyes are open, he stares at the ceiling for a few long seconds.

"Hyung?" Jimin asks.

Namjoon attempts to sit, but I push him down slowly. "You need to rest."

"I'll get the doctor." Jimin says and runs away.

"How are you feeling, hyung?" Taehyung says, getting near.

Namjoon clears his throat a few times. "What happened?" He whispers.

"You fainted in the car. We're at the hospital, you're okay now." Taehyung says, grabbing his hand.

"Oh. . ." He stares at nothing in particular, probably remembering what happened earlier.

"Do you want some water?" I ask.

He's going to say something, but Jimin comes back with the white hair man.

"How are you feeling, Namjoon?" He asks, with a smile on his face.

Namjoon shrugs. "I'm thirsty."

I walk towards the water machine in a corner of the room. I fill up a plastic glass. When the last drop falls, the doctor says something enthusiastically. I sit on the chair, watching as he finishes to examine Namjoon.

"A nurse is going to come later to disinfect the scar. If everything's okay after 48 hours, you're going to be able to go home."

"Can't it be 24?"

The doctor shakes his head, chuckling. "Your safety comes first. And rules are rules."

Namjoon sighs, but nods. There's nothing we can do to shorten it.

Even if we could, I wouldn't. Namjoon's health is what matters the most to me right now, we won't leave this hospital until he's recovered.

The doctors smiles one last time and leaves, closing the door behind him. Namjoon looks around, "Where are Yoongs and Hoba?"

(JUNG HOSEOK'S POV)

"It's my fault. It's all my fault." I keep saying to myself, ignoring Yoongi's words.

"It is not."

Yoongi sits next to me on the floor and puts his arm around my shoulder.

It makes me cry more.

"Hobi, it wasn't your decision."

"But we came because of my birthday." I refuse to look up at him. I hug more my legs towards my chest. "If it wasn't for me. . . if it wasn't for my birthday, this wouldn't have happened."

"If Namjoon would have not planned this trip, this wouldn't have happened." He states. "Anyway, it isn't your fault nor his. This is no ones fault. Only the people who attacked him. Red Men."

I sniff, tears still running down my face.

"Hoba, do you understand it, right?"

I nod. "But I still feel like shit."

"Why? Hobi, look at me, please." I hesitate, before looking at him.

He cups my cheeks. "It is not your fault. Understand? Don't cry anymore, you look ugly."

I giggle. "Then why did you want me to look at you?" I wipe off my tears with my sleeves. I feel my cheeks hot and my eyes sting.

He chuckles. "Don't think about it anymore, okay?" He caresses my hair and I lean on at the comforting feeling. "You're too good for this world."

"What do you mean?" I break our eye contact, looking at the floor.

"Anything nor any one deserves your tears. It hurts me seeing you like this, how you keep punishing yourself. You don't deserve it, you're the best person I know."

"Really?" I feel my cheeks getting hotter than they already are.

He grabs the gold charm with one hand, twisting it to the other side. He stares at the phrase, slightly biting his lower lip.

His gaze finds its way to my eyes. "Do I look like I'm fooling you?"

My mouth's dry and I can't form a single sentence. His black-dark eyes go beyond mine. Sometimes I feel Yoongi can actually look at my soul and all my emotions get naked in front of him.

I blink a few times, turning my head to the closed door. "I think we should get going. I think he's awake, I heard voices a few minutes ago."

"Mm-hmm. I didn't hear anything. Anything at all."

I grab the knob and I still feel his stare at my back. I struggle to open the door, feeling weaken because of him.

I find Namjoon looking directly at me.

He's awake.

He's fine.

"Namjoon, how are you feeling?" I come closer to the bed, where Namjoon is sitting in a comfortable position. "Does it hurt?"

He shakes his head. "No, not for now. Let's wait until I run out of the sedative." He lets out a weak chuckle.

"You scared me." I sigh.

"You don't need to worry, guys. I'm fine."

"As fine as you can be." Taehyung says.

"Exactly."

"Are you hungry?" I ask.

"I'll eat dinner soon." He shrugs. "What are you going to eat, though? Were you able to eat lunch?"

"Don't worry hyung. We all ate when we were waiting for you." Jungkook says.

"That's good."

"We all ate except Jin." Jungkook adds.

Namjoon raises his eyebrows and Seokjin clears his throat.

"I- I was. . . " He struggles to find the right words. "Someone needed to stay and I'm the oldest."

"You don't need to explain yourself." Namjoon says, sighing. "Guys, can you give us a moment? I need to talk to him."

"Yeah." I say. "Guys, let's eat something, I'm sure you're starving." I say, walking towards the door. I take a look one last time, Seokjin's looking at me and biting his lower lip. I smile, softly. I hope they can fix whatever keeps them apart.

(SEOKJIN'S POV)

Hoseok closes the door and I stay still for a few moments, preparing me emotionally and mentally.

I sit down, the chair a little further away than before. Namjoon doesn't say anything, he only looks at the ceiling. Actually, I thank him for it, but I can't stand the silence. I know he wants to say something and it kind of pisses me off.

I clear my throat. "What is it about, Namjoon?"

He shrugs. "You didn't eat?"

"Someone had to stay. What if the doctor needed to say something important and no one of us was there?"

"So, you weren't worried?" He clicks his tongue. "I understand."

"Of course I was worried, you dumbass!" I raise my voice. I know I've been a jerk, but it creates and uneasy feeling in my chest.

"So, you were worried?" He raises an eyebrow, looking at me.

I sigh. "What did you want to talk about, Namjoon?"

"I want to ask you something and you've to be completely honest with me."

I nod, not actually ready for it.

"I dreamt. . . I had a dream about you. You kissed me and you held my hand. It felt warm and good. I missed this feeling."

I clear my throat, avoiding his eyes. "It's understandable."

"But, was it a dream?" My attention comes back to his face. It can't be, he was unconscious. "Or did it happen while I was sleeping?"

I bit my lower lip. "Of course it was a dream. Why would I do that?"

"Because you still love me, perhaps?"

"I didn't do anything. I just stayed by your side, your mind must have been playing games with you." I say, confidently. However, I feel my heart is going to explode at any second.

"I told you to be honest."

"I am."

"You're not."

I sigh. "Joon, please."

"Don't call me Joon. I don't like how it sounds coming from you anymore." His eyes are focused on the wall in front of him.

I don't know what to say. I know it could happen, but. . . I didn't expect it. Not from him.

"Please, don't hate me. You said you would respect my decision."

"You broke my heart, Jin. You've no idea how much it hurts."

I do know. "I- It was never my intention. I didn't want to hurt you, Namjoon." My throat burns, but I refuse to cry in front of him.

"Well, you did."

"I've my reasons. You'll thank me, one day."

He chuckles, bitterly. "I won't ever thank you for this." He rubs his nose. "I won't if you don't tell me the real reason. Even if you did, I wouldn't. I can respect you, but never thank you. You're the person I love the most."

"I did." I ignore what he said later, even though it reached my heart .

"I refuse to believe that stupid reason, Jin. I know you love me." He yells. "And that boy. . . screw him." He closes his fists. "Did you actually think I would believe that shit?"

I play with my fingers, not raising my head. I don't want to tell him the truth, I need to protect him. He'll understand it some day, I know he'll. Once he's over me, he'll.

He sighs heavily. "Jin, what's happening? Why are you pushing me away?"

I hide my face in my hands. "You won't understand."

"Give it a try. I need you to be honest with me." He says, softly. "I don't want to hate you, Jin. I don't want to have this bitter feeling everytime someone mentions you or whenever I think about you, or every time I see you. I want to love you, I still do."

I hate myself. I want to tell him everything: that I still love him, that I've never loved anyone as much as I love him, that he's my everything, that if something happens to him, I die, too.

But I shouldn't.

He holds my hands, removing them from my face. "Jin?"

"Joonie. . ." I sigh. "I love you. But. . . It's complicated." I look at his wound. "You won't understand."

He squeezes my hands. "I love you. No matter what you tell me, it won't change the way I feel for you."

"I know." I whisper. "But, it's me, not you."

He rolls his eyes.

"I'm being serious, Nam. I can't be with you anymore, you've to stay away from me."

"I can't do that. I'm sorry." He shakes his head. His grip on my hands tightens.

I sigh, out of frustration. "I love you, Namjoon. That's why you need to stay away, it's the only way I can protect you. I don't know what will I do if you. . . If you. . ." I look at my thighs, unable to look at him.

"I don't understand, protect me from what? Is it because of this? I don't care. But you broke up with me before before the attack. What's happening, Jin?"

I remove my hands from his, closing them into fists. "I saw the contract you've with my father. I won't let you put my life above yours."

Every time I think about it, my blood boils. I don't understand why he has to be this protective with me. I know he occulted this from me, but his stubbornness drives me crazy.

He looks at his hands. "Actually, I wanted to tell you this, but I never found the perfect moment to do it. I know I couldn't and I shouldn't, but I needed to. I needed to do it because you're. . . you're still my Little Prince."

I blink a few times. "Really?"

"Your father made me swear I didn't say anything, but we're- we were partners. Of course I was going to tell you this."

"Why did you accept, though?"

"I didn't have a choice. He told me this the day after our return, he wouldn't expel me if I did this. But don't get me wrong, I want to protect you as much as I can." He explains, not breaking eye contact this time.

"But I won't. I won't let you do something as stupid as die because of me, protecting me."

"But I love you."

"And I love you. What would you do if I told you I would die because of you? Would you let me die, huh?"

I want him to understand that this is stupid, even though I would give my life for him - I know he wouldn't like the idea.

He keeps silent for a few minutes, playing with his hands and biting his lower lip from time to time.

He sighs, passing his hands through his hair. "I wouldn't let you either. I love you too much, I wouldn't be able to live without you."

I grab his hand and he looks at me, his eyes shining. "Do you understand now? I thought if I broke up with you, you move on and you wouldn't have any reason to keep protecting me with your life.

"It would take me years to move on from you."

"But you would do it in the end. We've a very long life Joonie, four years are nothing compared with one hundred or one thousand years."

"The four years - almost five I spent with you, are the best ones of my life. I don't want to lose you, Jin."

"You won't." I smile, "Please, don't follow what those papers say. Act like my boyfriend, not my bodyguard."

"Boyfriends care for each other." He smiles cutely, showing his dimples.

"Yeah, they do." I caress his hand. "Thank you, for not believing me." A smile appears on my face.

He lets out a chuckle. "I know you more than you think and I believe blindly in all your 'I love you'."

"What if we stop thinking about this? What if we enjoy our relationship more, instead of getting worried about what would happen? What do you think?"

"It's perfect, Jinnie."

I lean on, my elbows resting on the bed. He smiles, his lips near mine. I study his face, "For a moment I thought I would never get to do this again."

"Don't say nonsense, love." He puts a hand behind my neck and close the gap between us.

We move our lips in synchrony, his tongue caressing the inside of my mouth. I can feel Namjoon's feelings in it, all his stress, all his sadness, all his love. He has always known how to communicate with me without using words, his feelings say it all. I don't fail to show how much I missed him as well, how much I love him and care for him.

He pulls away, placing mouth open kisses down my neck. "Joonie, not here." I say, biting my lower lip. The hand that was once on my neck, playing with my hair softly, is now on my back. "We're still in the hospital. You're still weak."

"I don't care, love." He says, near my ear.

"What if the others come and see us?"

"They can keep staring." He whispers, sucking gently on my earlobe. It sends shivers down my spine and I get goose bumps. He keeps placing kisses and sucking down my ear and I let out a soft moan.

"We'll have our moment, but not here baby." I let my head fall on his shoulder, panting softly.

"But you're not pulling away either." He says with a husky voice. I can notice his smirk on my skin.

"Baby." I whine slowly.

He pulls away, but he rests his forehead on mine. "Okay, but we've to continue this once we leave this place."

I sigh, sitting straight on the chair.

"Are you okay, love?"

"Yeah. I just- For a moment I forgot about the real world. I forgot about our getaway."

"We're going to be fine, you'll see." He smiles, reaching for my hand. I grab it and press it softly.

"I love you." He says.

"I love you more."