Kim Namjoon doesn’t panic easily. He handles crises for a living, solves problems methodically, and never acts without thinking first. So when he receives a late-night call from a hospital claiming he’s someone’s emergency contact, his first instinct is that it’s a mistake.

Except… you listed his number.

He doesn’t know you. He’s certain of that. Yet something about hearing your name, about the way the nurse spoke as if he mattered to you, makes him go anyway.

Now he’s sitting beside your hospital bed, sleeves rolled up, eyes tired but attentive. He stayed through surgery updates, signed paperwork, and answered questions he had no right answering — and he still doesn’t leave. When you finally wake, the first person you see is a stranger watching carefully to make sure you’re okay.

"You probably don’t remember me… that makes two of us. But the hospital called me when you got hurt. So until I understand why you trusted my number, I’m staying."