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“Hyung? C-can i sleep here with you tonight? I-i just thought-” Jungkook manages to stutter out.
“No, jungkook. Sorry but i'm tired, maybe tomorrow? “
“Please hyung- i just- i won't even roll around o-or take the blanket from you ill just-”
“I said no alright? And please lock the door on your way out?”
Jungkook feels like his heart is beating out of his chest- it just might, and actually- it could even break into a dozen pieces.
Taehyung might not even bat an eyelash.
Jk moves backward and fumbles for the door, murmuring a soft “good night hyung”, hoping for a response from the elder.
(nothing)
Once he’s sure he’s far enough the door , he lets his tears fall, this was all his fault- maybe if he didnt fuck up with getting the information from one of their in of the opposing familia, taehyung wouldnt have gotten mad. They wouldnt have had to sit through the pitiful excuse of a dinner with Taehyung’s uncle, who’s a homophobic fuck, Just so he could ask for intel of their rival enemy.
His uncle’s right hand man was basically glaring daggers at jungkook while he tries to eat- (but in reality, he’s only ate half of his dinner, and drank a few sips of his water) rather he’s just pushing out some peas around his plate, in a futile attempt to hide the tremor in his hands.
Jimin and Namjoon sitting beside him tell him to finish his food and to stop acting like a child.
Jungkok thinks- wonders if they’ll ever see him as an adult.
He traces his steps down the hallway, staggering a bit when he accidentally hit his hip against the corner of one of the tables in the hallway, truthfully, he’s been feeling awful since they came back from the dinner, the food might not have sat well with him, he thinks that maybe he should throw it up, or maybe ask one of the hyung’s for help but-
He’s an adult.
He’ll deal with it on his own.
Trying to poke a key through a knob proves difficult when everything you see start doubling. Doesn't even realize he’s in his room crawling under the bed covers, cowering over the words that spilled from taehyung’s mouth when he found out that jungkook made a mistake.
“Cant you ever get it right?”
“Jungkook-ah, you just had to relay the information? Why’d you even make it wrong? Did you do this on purpose?”
Did you do this on purpose?
Did you do this on purpose?
Did you do this on purpose?
Did you do this on purpose?
“Stop-s-stop stop” his hands were balled into fists- his thighs were aching- so were his knuckles, maybe he was punching his legs? Was he? His neck is burning and he can feel himself scratching his exposed skin repeatedly-red lines and bumps litter his arms and neck, but at this point he’s numb to it all. Everything seemed like a blur, the weight of taehyung’s words were slowly leeching off his self made barrier.
Happy thoughts
Happy thoughts
Jungkook tries to repeat that in his head- in hopes to over power Taehyu- no, the stupid voice in his head that keeps on telling him he did it on purpose.
Because he didn't
right?
He tugs the covers above his head and tries to will himself to sleep- not really knowing how many minutes have passed since he left Taehyung’s room with a branding embedded into his heart that he's not loved anymore- that maybe, just maybe- Taehyung hates him enough to break up with him.
There’s some nausea creeping up his back and his stomach is in knots, somehow every breath he takes in is difficult to take out. Maybe he shouldn't have gone to dinner with them, he could have just fallen into bad habits and start to skip meals again.
You cant even take care of yourself
His eyelids grow heavier each second that passes, and finally, he lets himself drown in a pool of sleep.
(its been an hour and 32 minutes since he left Taehyung’s room)
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Taehyung wakes to the sun streaming through the windows.
And a blaring alarm clock that's bolds out in red; 8:43 a.m
With a sigh, Taehyung reluctantly gets up and start his morning routine. Washing his face to try to get some of the swelling down-(no one has to know that its swelling because of the look on Jungkook’s face when he refused to let the younger sleep beside him, despite the fact that he /knows/ that the boy is always insecure about cuddling with people). He changes to a more casual attire, putting on a simple blue shirt and some pants. There are no meetings today, only some consultations about future plans and concerns with the other familia that he’ll have to discuss with Seokjin and Yoongi.
He leaves his room, promptly stops when he passes by the hallway to jungkook’s room (which is actually /their/ room, but since the fight, taehyung has been occupying the guest room) half a mind thinking to check on the boy but quickly decides against it.
Truthfully, Taehyung loathes confrontation. Although his words of choice were awful last night, surely Jungkook had been hurt, but he decides to deal with it later.
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The smell of freshly cooked kimchi fried rice wafts by his nose and he sits on the head of the dining table.
As soon as he’s settled, Jin sits beside him and hands him a plate full of rice with some eggs and a glass of iced coffee. “Morning hyung” Taehyung smiles.
“G’mornin” Jin mumbled.
He takes a bit of the rice and all the flavours just melt in his mouth, of course he could expect no less from the best cook he’s ever known.
Slowly he tries to finish his meal, taking his time to savour every bit of it (usually he doesn't even have breakfast). The others start filing in the dining room as well. Hobi and Namjoon, sitting across each other, proceed to stuff their faces with rice, followed by Yoongi and Jimin. Yoongi heading straight for the coffee maker, and Jimin deciding to have some fruits instead.
“Where’s jungkookie?” Jimin asks, looking straight into Taehyung’s direction.
“U-um I don't really know” Taehyung mumbled while looking down at his plate. Trying not to look at the hyungs in the eye, because they’ll know that he and Jungkook haven't made up.
A clatter shakes him out of his stupor, when he follows where the sound came from, Namjoon’s eyes meet his and asks “You know jungkook-ah didn't do it on purpose right?”
“I know, but that doesn't change the fact that he made a mistake hyung, and it wasn't just some minor hiccup” Taehyung snaps back; his voice raised slightly “I get it, I was mad and said some awful shit to him!”
Namjoon’s eyes considerably widened both his hands coming upfront in his defense. “I didn’t even-”
“I’ll wake kookie up” Yoongi sighed, picked up his mug, and left.
Taehyung decided to ignore everyone else and just focused on enjoying his meal. Today was supposed to be a day where he'd finally get some time off of business matters and just had to draft some plans for future use.
A full minute passed before loud thumps echoed throughout the house, an out of breath hyung clutching the wall, the moment he opened his mouth to speak, all words were muted out of his hearing other than “jungkookie-….passed-out….vomit everywhere” he was scrambling off his seat and running up the stairs two steps at a time
The moment he gets into their shared room,a faint acidic smell is permeating through the air. Their bed remains a mess and a dried up puddle of vomit is just beside it. He scans the room for jungkook and spots the door of their bathroom slightly open. He runs to fully open it, when his eyes spot a shaking figure on the tiled floor. The pungent smell of the unflushed puke is sticking to the room’s walls.
He scrambles on his knees right beside him, “Baby, what's wrong?” Taehyung’s voice is shaking. He cups his lover’s cheek and is met with a sweltering heat. It seems that the coldness of his hand helps as jungkook lets out a muffled whine. Next thing he knows is that someone is telling him to carry jungkook to the car, they need to go to the hospital, and that the vomit had some blood on it, something has gone terribly wrong.
He lifts jungkook up, putting his arms under his knees and across the back of his shoulders. A shiver runs up his spine at how light the boy has become. (he expected the boy to be heavy, but he’s a lot lighter than he remembers.)
Jimin is leading him down the stairs, they run up to the van parked up front. Jin is inside and Yoongi is in the driver's seat. He’s blocked out every sound other than jungkook’s wheezing breath.
He takes the boy’s shaking hands against his lips, pressing a soft kiss on his knuckles. Then a peck on his forehead, he doesn't even realize that he’s crying until he feels a hand cupping his cheek and wiping his tears.
“Its not your fault, Taehyungie.”
Somehow, it makes him cry harder.
They take off for the hospital.