Actions

Work Header

Feels Like Home

Work Text:

Taehyung might not have been as skilled a dancer as Hoseok, Jimin, or Jungkook, but he was still quite a good one. He was not supposed to be having so much trouble during practice. Yet he kept messing up; missing cues, botching turns, confusing right and left.

 

The rational part of Taehyung’s brain-or what remained of it-was saying that this probably had to so with the fact that he hadn’t been getting any rest lately, running from vocal training to shooting for Hwarang, the drama he was starring in, to interviews and dance practice.

 

He’d shoved down some small snacks here and there, but nothing more. And he’d been getting about two hours of sleep a night, maximum, if he even managed to fall asleep at all. But in his tired, hungry, stressed, and frustrated state, the rational part of his brain wasn’t exactly in control.

 

“Taehyung!” Hoseok snapped. The boy flinched. Cheerful, sunny Hobi-hyung almost never snapped at anyone.

 

Especially Taehyung. Everyone loves Taehyung.

 

But everyone was also sick of running the same thing over and over. They were all tired; they all wanted to go home. But Taehyung was standing in the way of that, Taehyung kept messing up. He could feel their glares, annoyed expressions directed at him. He dipped his head in shame, and was alarmed to note that this action made his head spin. He was starting to feel kind of weird. Then he realized that Hoseok was talking:

 

“-need to get your shit together, Taehyung! It’s step-cross-drag, ball-change- turn ! What is unclear about that?”

 

Taehyung definitely didn’t feel good.

 

“I-I…” He felt kind of breathless, and there was this ringing, thumping sound behind his ears.

 

“Just answer clearly, Taehyung, for god’s sake! We’ve been here all night!” Yoongi’s temper had been short all day, he’d taken it out on everyone, not just Taehyung, but it still hurt, nevertheless.

 

“Sorry, I-I just-” But Jungkook interrupted.

 

“Never mind, let’s just try again. Maybe you’ll get it this time, hyung.” Taehyung was grateful to the maknae for trying, but he could tell that no one really believed Jungkook. Jimin rolled his eyes towards the ceiling.

 

“Let’s just get on with it,” Namjoon mumbled, noticing the tension in the practice room. Hoseok heading over to the sound system, and as everyone got into their positions, Jungkook brushed lightly against Taehyung.

 

“Are you okay, hyung? You don’t look so good. Maybe we could ask Hobi for a break?” He murmured.

 

“No, babe, I’m fine, I promise. And that’s Hobi- hyung to you.” He flicked Jungkook’s forehead lightly. Then Hoseok yelled that they were about to start and Jungkook scampered off.

As they started the first sequence (snap up, scatter, kick-step-jump) Taehyung felt oddly disconnected from his own body.

 

Hop, step, push, slide. Oh shit, that’s his line. His throat felt tight, constricted. What was wrong with him?

 

Inside, outside, left shoulder, right shoulder. His head hurt so bad.

 

Back and front and shimmy and twist. He was so dizzy, and nauseous.

 

Two counts of rest and then that part. Step-cross-drag, ball-change- thump .

 

Everyone froze at the sound, time stopping as they stared in horror at Taehyung, limp and unmoving on the wooden floor. Jungkook snapped out of it first. He was at Taehyung’s side in a heartbeat, crashing to his knees next to the unconscious boy, breathless, eyes wide with worry and panic.

 

“I knew it-” His voice was unsteady. “I knew he wasn’t okay, I knew something was wrong-”

 

The others ran over as well, Jimin setting his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder reassuringly, as Seokjin was turning Taehyung over, Yoongi slapping his cheeks, and Hoseok running for help.

 

“Hyung, hyung, he’s not waking up, why isn’t he waking up? “ Yoongi sounded terrified. Calm, collected Yoongi sounded absolutely terrified.

 

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Seokjin was murmuring. “Tae, come on, wake up for hyung, you can do it,” Jin was shaking Taehyung, and Jimin now had his arms locked around Jungkook’s chest, restraining him.

 

“Let go! Jimin! I need to-let me go to him!”

 

Namjoon looked over. “Let him go, Jimin-ah.” The dancer hesitated, but released Jungkook. It was then that Hoseok came running back in, breathless and doubling over.

 

“The-they sa-said someone is...coming..I-I ran back so I was a-ahead, I don’t know wh-where-” Yoongi rubbed Hoseok’s back soothingly.

 

“Catch your breath Hobi, you did so well...”

 

Jungkook, meanwhile, was slowly stroking Taehyung’s cheek, eyes filled with tears, looking like any little thing would be enough for them to spill over.

 

The on-site nurse came huffing into the room then, rummaging around in her bag, finally pulling out some sort of smelling salts.

 

“We wouldn’t normally use these,” She explained, “But if the patient won’t wake up they are a good way to speed that along.”

 

Jungkook lifted Taehyung’s neck, and she held them under his nose. The members watched, holding their breaths, as his eyelids fluttered, and finally, finally , he opened his eyes. Jungkook exhaled shakily, beyond relieved.

 

“Oh my god, Taehyungie, you scared me s-so bad, hyung, oh my god…” Taehyung was blinking hard, trying to figure out what was going on, and why he was on the floor surrounded by his tearful bandmates.

 

Jin pressed a bottle of water to his lips, and Taehyung took a few grateful gulps before speaking.

 

“W-What happened...Did I…?”

 

Jimin leaned in closer. “TaeTae, you passed out-” And Jungkook interrupted,

 

“You w-wouldn’t wake up, hyung, we couldn’t-” His voice cracked, and Hoseok wrapped an arm around his shoulders.

 

“I’m sorry Jungkookie…” Taehyung murmured. “I’m okay now.”

 

Jin let out an indignant noise bordering on a squawk. “Excuse me, what did you just say, Kim Taehyung?”

 

The vocalist paled another degree from his already deathly white pallor.

 

“Uh...I…”

 

Seokjin crossed his arms. “You are most certainly not fine. People who are fine don’t pass out. What’s going on?”

Tae gulped. Noticing his dongsaeng’s expression, Seokjin softened his tone.

 

“Hey, Taebaby, we just want to help you. We need to know what’s wrong, okay?”

 

Taehyung nodded. “I just haven’t been resting enough, hyung.That’s it. Remember, Jiminie used to pass out when he was on his...diets?”

 

Jimin looked down, blinking rapidly, and Namjoon squeezed his hand, whispering something in his ear.

 

Yoongi spoke up: “Tae...what do you mean by you ‘haven’t been resting enough’? Why not?”

 

The second youngest bit his lip. “I-It’s just...it’s like I never even have a moment to breathe, with the interviews, and voice lessons, and Hwarang, and dance, and if I’m tired or miss practice then I make mistakes and have to practice more, and then I’m just more tired, like some fucking cycle. And then when I get home at ass o’clock in the morning, I can’t even fall asleep, because I’m so stressed over everything. When you couple that with the fact that I haven’t really had time to eat much...it probably makes a lot of sense that I passed out. It was a long time coming.”

 

Jungkook sighed and pulled Taehyung’s head towards his chest.

 

“Hyung, why didn’t you say anything? It’s not good for you, just ask Jimin!”

 

Jimin let out a choked sound. “Don’t-”

 

Immediately, Yoongi’s arms were around his shoulders, Namjoon’s lips at his ear, and a worried, ashamed, Jungkook was stroking his hair.

 

“I’m so sorry Jiminie, I wasn’t thinking. Chim…”

 

Taehyung reached up weakly, clumsily petting one of Jimin’s hands, and Seokjin was squeezing the other one, while Hoseok was peppering kisses on the dancer’s cheeks and forehead. Jimin finally cracked under the onslaught of love and giggled sweetly. Everyone seemed to melt, the adorable sound draining the tension from their bodies.

 

“Aish, mochi, how are you so cute?” Jin cooed. Jimin smiled shyly, and everyone just about fainted. (A second time, in Taehyung’s case.) Yoongi pressed a soft kiss on Jimin’s lips, and all of Bangtan were grinning like idiots.

 

And then Taehyung gasped.

 

“What’s wrong? TaeTae!” Hoseok was gripping the singer’s shoulders.

 

“D-Dizzy…” Taehyung choked out. “D-Don’t feel good...everything’s spinning, oh god , someone help me-” The nurse that had been standing on the side, silently, watching the proceedings with a small smile, now hurried over, shooing everyone away from the boy on the ground. She took his pulse, winced, and turned to Namjoon.

 

“His pulse is a bit too erratic for comfort. I think it would be best to take him to the hospital, get him checked out there.” Namjoon bowed respectfully and thanked her. He then turned to Taehyung, whose eyes were wide and scared.

 

“Hyung, I...I don’t want to...I feel so b-bad, hyung…”

 

Jungkook pressed his face into Taehyung’s hair, trying to hide his tears at the vulnerability in his youngest hyung’s voice.

 

“I’m so sorry, Taebaby,” Seokjin soothed, “But we have to make sure you’re okay, love.”

 

Hoseok hummed in agreement. “You’ll feel so much better, baby, they’re going to help you, yeah?”

Taehyung nodded tearfully. “I’m scared,” He whispered. “I’m so sorry I-I wasn’t taking care of...myself, I won’t….won’t…”

 

And then his head fell back against Jungkook’s chest, eyes closing.

 

As Jin, Namjoon, and the nurse frantically tried to help Taehyung, Yoongi instead focused on the two remaining maknaes. He tapped on a frozen Hoseok’s arm and gestured to Jimin, who was wide-eyed and pale. Hoseok understood instantly. He and Jimin were longtime roommates, and Hoseok would know how to help the younger.

 

Meanwhile, Yoongi turned his attention to Jungkook. Taehyung had been pulled away from him, and he sat, staring at nothing, tears slipping down his colorless cheeks. Yoongi hugged him tight.

 

“Oh, Jungkookie…” The boy gripped Yoongi’s shirt, burying his face in the smaller man’s shoulder, breaths shaky.

 

“Taehyungie’s gonna be okay, baby.” Yoongi murmured, rubbing Jungkook’s trembling back. He could feel the boy shaking his head.

 

“He-he passed out twice , hyung, how is he okay? What if-if there’s something wrong with him?”

 

“Shh..baby, don’t cry...You know Tae, he’s just gonna bounce back three times stronger…” Yoongi sighed in relief as he finally got a halfhearted chuckle out of the other.

 

“There we go, Kookie, that’s it…”

 

And then the nurse looked up from her ministrations with a grim face and said, “We need an ambulance.”

 

And all hell broke loose. Even before Yoongi heard the panicked choking sound from the boy in his arms, he was already clutching Jungkook to him closer, one hand on his back, and the other on the back of his head, rocking them back and forth gently. But that didn’t help.

 

“H-Hyung! Hyung I c-can’t breathe-”

 

Yoongi cursed under his breath and looked up to see if there was anyone he could call for backup. Namjoon was on the phone, Hoseok comforting a crying Jimin. Seokjin was watching Taehyung and the nurse helplessly, wringing his hands and running them through his hair.

 

“Jin-hyung!” Yoongi whispered frantically. Jin looked over, concern, alarm, and desperation flashing over his face before his expression settled into one of determination. He scooted over, wrapping his arms around Jungkook. Yoongi loosened his hold on the maknae, prepared to let Jin take over, but Jungkook whimpered and pressed his body closer to Yoongi’s.

 

“N-no, Y-Yoon-gi s-stay-” He gasped out.

 

“Okay baby, I’m here, hyung’s here.” Yoongi whispered. Over Jungkook’s shoulder, Seokjin mouthed, panic attack? Yoongi nodded. Rubbing Jungkook’s back, Jin murmured,

 

“I know you’re scared, Kookie. I bet you’re worried, too. But you need to breathe, okay? Don’t make yourself sick.” Jungkook tried to nod, but just buried his head in Yoongi’s shirt. His voice came out muffled.

 

“Can’t, hyung, I c-can’t…”

 

Yoongi placed one of Jungkook’s hands on his chest and made his breathing deep and exaggerated.

 

“Follow me, Jungkookie, just breathe when I do, you can do it.” None of Bangtan were strangers to panic attacks (many a day had ended in tears in the bathroom or hyperventilation stifled into pillows) but that didn’t make them any easier. But, eventually. Thanks to Seokjin’s supporting murmurs and Yoongi’s calming touches, Jungkook managed to pull himself together.

 

By that time, the ambulance had already arrived, and the paramedics had taken the unconscious Taehyung away, the other members in tow. Yoongi and Jin had stayed to help Jungkook through his panic attack, and now found themselves alone in the room with a still-fragile maknae.

 

Seokjin called Namjoon for an update on the situation, and Yoongi, who hadn’t stopped touching Jungkook for nearly half an hour, now held the boy on his lap, kissing him gently.

 

The members had discovered early on that, when Jungkook was distressed, the best way to calm him down was by kissing him. It was always purely platonic, of course, and everyone indulged his oral fixation of sorts, whatever you might call it. They were just that close.

When Jungkook and Taehyung first got together, the group had a discussion, and decided that others could kiss Jungkook only if he really needed or wanted it, and Tae was not there to provide. Yoongi and Jimin (when they got together soon afterwards) also agreed that either of them could also kiss Jungkook in these circumstances.

 

Yoongi knew that this was what Jungkook needed right now, to ground him, keep him from slipping back into the throes of panic, to make him feel safe, calm, and loved. Jungkook could feel the tension slowly melting out of his muscles under Yoongi’s lips, and he sighed into the kiss.

 

He felt Yoongi smile against him and pull him even closer, winding his hand into Jungkook’s soft black hair. When Yoongi pulled away, Jungkook whined and tugged on Yoongi’s shirt to bring him back. The elder laughed quietly, and pressed his lips back to Jungkook’s.

They stayed like this for about five minutes, until Seokjin reluctantly cleared his throat. Yoongi playfully flicked his tongue over Jungkook’s lips one last time before they looked up, both boys breathless and dazed.

 

“Joon says they’ve got Tae set up, he’s getting examined right now. We should go and meet the others.” Jin said apologetically.

 

Yoongi looked at the boy in his lap.

 

“You gonna be okay, Kook?” He asked quietly.

 

“Y-Yeah, I...Let’s go see Tae.” Jungkook’s voice was still a little rough and unsteady, and there was a pleasant flush on his cheeks. Yoongi pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth before pulling him to his feet and wrapping an arm around his waist.

They took the elevator down, none of them trusting Jungkook’s legs to manage the trip down the stairs. Seokjin dug out his car keys, and they all got into what everyone jokingly called Seokjin’s “Mom Van”. Yoongi held Jungkook’s hand the whole way to the hospital.

 

Namjoon and Hoseok were waiting for them when they arrived. Both looked up at the sound of the doors opening, and they all but ran towards the latecomers. Hoseok gently cupped Jungkook’s chin in his hand and lifted his face up, taking in his pink cheeks and swollen lips.

 

“How’re you feeling, Kookie?” he asked softly.

 

“M’better,” Jungkook answered, looking at Hoseok shyly from under his bangs. “Thanks for...for taking care of Taehyungie-hyung.”

 

“Course, baby.”

 

Namjoon came over next, to awkwardly pat Jungkook’s shoulder (he’s Namjoon, after all) but the fondness in his gaze and the hesitant dimples peeking out showed his feelings well enough.

 

“Joon-hyung, can..can I…”

 

Jin rubbed the spot where Jungkook’s neck met his shoulder with his thumb, trying to relieve some of the still-present tension in the maknae’s body.

 

“Go see Taehyung? Yeah, of course you can, Jiminie’s with him right now, room 212B.Do you want us to go with you, or go alone?”

 

“Alone, please.”

 

One round of forehead kisses later, Jungkook was wandering the hospital corridors, trying to find the correct room. He wasn’t in a hurry, instead trying to take some time to pull himself together. Once he entered room 212B, he had to be strong. This wasn’t about him anymore.

 

208, 208B... He must be close. Ah, there, he could see it, maybe 10 feet in front of him.

 

210B, 211, 211B, 212, 212B. There it is.

 

He stood in front of the door and took a last big breath.

 

He knocked.

 

The door opened a crack and Jimin’s blond head peeked out. When he saw who it was, he exhaled loudly and slipped out into the hallway, closing the door behind him. He pulled Jungkook into a tight embrace, and Jungkook relaxed into it. Jimin gave the best hugs. Jimin tapped on Jungkook’s collarbone with his knuckle.

 

“Are you feeling better?”

 

He frowned in response to the nod he got.

 

“You sure?”

 

“I’m sure, Jiminie. Yoongi-hyung and Jin-hyung helped me. I’m gonna be strong now.”

Jimin smiled and kissed his forehead.

 

“Well then, go comfort your boyfriend,” he said, teasing. “He’s been asking for you.”

 

“We only just got here, I’m sorry, I-”

 

“No, no, it’s okay, just go in now. We’ll come check on you in half an hour, okay?” Jimin set off tiredly in the direction of the waiting room, and Jungkook was once again alone in front of a closed door.

 

He rapped twice on it softly, then paused for a moment before opening the door. He turned to close it before he looked into the room, and then he hesitantly lifted his head and looked.

And he saw Taehyung, truly saw him. He looked small and pale and tired, but seeing him laying there, burrowing into the white pillows, made a wave of unexplainable love surge through Jungkook’s body, almost buckling his knees.

His breath caught in his throat and he stumbled over to the bed, where Taehyung was sitting up in alarm.

 

“Kook-”

 

Jungkook grabbed his face-albeit gently-and kissed him. After a few seconds, Taehyung pulled away to look at Jungkook. Even in his state, he was prioritizing his boyfriend’s well-being, wanting to make sure he was okay.

 

“Kook, Jiminie didn’t want to tell me but I got some stuff out of him, you had a panic attack? How are you feeling?”

 

“It’s not about me right now,” Jungkook stated, firmly. He had to smooth over the unexpected bump in his plans to appear strong. He sat down on the bed.“You’re not okay, you’re sick. Let me take care of you.”

 

Taehyung shifted in the bed, and a smile slowly unfurled across his face.


“Alright then, Jungkookie dear. I think I desire for you to cuddle me right now.” Jungkook hesitated. “Tae, I’m not sure if-”

 

“Hold me,” Taehyung pouted. “I’m scared and sick and lonely…” Jungkook finally chuckled.

 

“Okay, okay, move, you big baby.” Taehyung scooted over and lifted the corner of his blanket so Jungkook could squeeze in next to him. He sighed into the embrace and curled into the familiarity of Jungkook’s body. Jungkook kissed his forehead, and inhaled sharply.

 

“Hyung, you’re burning!”

 

Taehyung just nuzzled deeper into Jungkook’s shoulder. “Yeah, I have a fever I think,  wasn’t really listening to the doctor.”

 

“Taehyung,” Jungkook admonished. “What did they say? I can handle it, come on.”

 

Taehyung reached up to pinch Jungkook’s cheek. “‘Course you can handle it. My strong, scary boyfriend can handle anything.”

 

“Tae..”

 

He sighed. “Fine, fine. They said I have low blood sugar, mild malnutrition, severe sleep deprivation, low blood pressure, and I’m sick on top of it.”

 

“Quite a list, huh? Taehyungie can’t pick just one, so he goes for all of them?”

 

Taehyung slapped his arm. “Aish! You’re supposed to be the supportive boyfriend and cry over my frail condition!”

 

Jungkook slapped him back. “I did cry, you idiot! I had a fucking panic attack over you!”

 

Taehyung looked triumphant. “Aha! So you admit it!”

 

Jungkook looked away, and Taehyung softened.

 

“Aw, Jungkookie, you’re so sweet. You worry about me so much.”

 

Jungkook sniffled, emotions again trying to escape their confines. “Yoongi-hyung had to kiss me for 10 minutes before I could even talk, you bastard. Look at what you did to me.”

 

“Baby,” Taehyung pulled Jungkook closer. “I’m so sorry, I’m sorry I caused it, and I’m sorry I couldn’t help you.”

 

Jungkook looked up sharply. “ No, hyung, it’s not your fault! If anything, I’m sorry. I was trying to stay strong for you, and now look at me.”

 

“Kook-ah...you never have to prove yourself to me. I love you.” (a/n did anyone get the reference? If so drop me a comment and you’ll be my favorite person!~)

 

“Tae...then why did you hide from me? Why didn’t you tell me how much you were struggling?”

 

Taehyung opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it again.

 

“You’re right. I should have said something. Maybe then I wouldn’t be here now, and you wouldn’t have broken down.”

 

Jungkook grabbed Taehyung’s hands under the blankets. “Tell me now. Tell me now so we can fix this.”

He was honestly a little concerned by Taehyung’s fairly light treatment of the incident, and his mood as a whole. He was always very emotional, quick to cry, and the fact that he was so nonchalant about this was unusual and a bit worrying.

 

“I already said it back there, in the practice room,” Taehyung muttered.

 

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong? This isn’t an attack, I only want to listen to you. To help you push through this.” It seemed that Taehyung’s composure was suddenly slipping, and slipping fast. The adrenaline was wearing off, and the comfort of familiar banter was no longer there, ripping the bandaids from Tae’s emotional wounds.

 

“I-I’m just..I’m really tired, Kookie. I’m tired and stressed, and I’m so hungry. Please...I-I can’t remember the last time I ate. I’m so hungry, Kookie,”

 

Jungkook pulled him in, once again pushing Taehyung’s face into his neck, a little rough, how Taehyung liked it.

 

“Please,” Taehyung whispered again, voice raw. “Please, I don’t want to cry, Kookie, this is too much, I can’t.”

 

Jungkook stroked his neck, feeling him shiver. “Shhh...I have you, you’re fine, I promise. Do you want me to call a nurse for some food?”

 

Taehyung shook his head into Jungkook’s shirt, still hiding from the world. Jungkook lightly trailed his fingers under Taehyung’s shirt and along his stomach.

 

“Taehyungie, you’re so thin...I can feel all your ribs, baby. You need food.” Taehyung whimpered.

 

“Not...not right now, Jungkookie, I’m not ready, don’t make me...Just wanna lie here with you. You were right, we need to talk.”


“Okay, jagi, if you’re sure. But you’re eating something once we finish, okay? I promise I’ll stay with you the whole time, no matter what the nurses say.”

 

Taehyung breathed an okay into Jungkook’s skin, curled his fingers into Jungkook’s shoulders.

 

“Tell me everything, how much you’ve been eating, sleeping, stressing. I want to know what’s in your head.” Jungkook’s thumb was rubbing steadily at Tae’s rather prominent hip bone.

 

“That’s easy: too little, too little, and too much.”

 

Jungkook huffed out a laugh.

 

“Okay, okay, fine,” Taehyung groaned. “I don’t really have too much time to eat, because during breaks at Hwarang, I’m usually pulled away for Bangtan things...and I’m too tired when I get home to do anything except go to bed. I haven’t done my skincare routine in days , oh my god, can you tell?”

 

“You look beautiful, baby. What about breakfast, or snacks?”

 

“Um...I only have breakfast if Jin-hyung makes it and physically gives it to me, cuz otherwise I forget, or don’t have time...And Jiminie forces snacks on me like he always does, but I see you guys less these days so…”

 

Jungkook hummed in understanding.

 

“And you know how packed my schedule is, do I even need to explain the lack of sleep?”

 

“No, I guess you don’t,” Jungkook mused.

 

“But I miss you guys so much,” Taehyung sniffed. “And I feel like there’s so much pressure on me, ‘cuz I’m the first member to be in a drama, so it’s like I’m representing us, and I’m so scared that I’m gonna fuck it all up somehow...I haven’t slept in days…”

 

“Oh, sweet thing, I’m so sorry.”

 

Taehyung patted Jungkook’s chest. “Not your fault, it’s just me.” Jungkook huffed again, this time in annoyance.

 

“Hyung, when I said that, I didn’t mean it was my fault. Although it is, a little, for not noticing earlier. I was saying it to tell you how sorry I am that this is happening. And second, it is not ‘just you’. The circumstances are way out of your control, and we definitely need to do something about that. I never want you to feel like that.”

Jungkook could almost feel the smile Taehyung was pressing into his collarbones.

 

“That’s really sweet, Kook, I needed that. Thank you.”

 

Jungkook continued ghosting his fingers up and down the nape of Taehyung’s neck, where he knew he was sensitive.

 

“That’s right, now how about you nap a bit, and I’ll get some food for you, and then we can talk through this whole mess with everyone but not until you’re rested, fed, and a little more in control over your emotions. How does that sound?”

 

Taehyung sucked in a harsh breath. “Don’t leave-” He was getting choked up again. Jungkook started to rub large circles into his back. He leaned down to kiss Taehyung’s cheek.

 

“Shhhh….I’m not going anywhere, I promise….I’ll stay here all night, I don’t care what the nurses say….I’ll hold you for however long you need and more, now sleep, baby, I’m right here…”

 

He kissed each of Taehyung’s eyelids, tenderly caressing his cheek. Once he heard Taehyung’s breathing even out, he sighed and relaxed, pressing his forehead to the other boy’s.

A few minutes later, there came a soft knock on the door and Jimin slid back in, taking in the two boys curled into each other on the bed, and tiptoed over to card his fingers through Taehyung’s hair.

 

“How is he?” He whispered to Jungkook.

 

“He’s spent,” The other replied. “But he’ll be okay.” Jimin smiled.

 

“You did good, Kookie.”

 

Jungkook blushed faintly. “Actually, do you think you could run down to the cafeteria or somewhere and get him a snack? Preferably something light and healthy, if they have that? Or maybe just get a couple different things, let Tae judge what he wants.”

 

“Mm,” Jimin hummed. “He’s hungry?”

 

“Yeah, says he hasn’t really eaten in a few days.”

 

Jimin nodded. “True, but he won’t be able to eat much. His stomach probably shrunk, and I’m guessing the stress has only made that worse. I know how it goes.” He waved goodbye to Jungkook, and promised to be back in a few minutes.

True to his word, he reappeared 10 minutes later with cut up strawberries, a granola bar, yogurt, some rice, and a water bottle.

 

“I personally recommend the yogurt,” Jimin advised. “It’s good for if you haven’t eaten in a while, and you can put the strawberries into it. Fruits are important.”

 

“Thanks, Jiminie-hyung. You’ve been really helpful. I’ll call you guys when we’re ready, okay?”


Jimin kissed his cheek. “Of course. You get some rest too. It’s been a long day.” He left, and was soon replaced by a young nurse who popped her head into the room.

 

She took one look at the way the boys were wrapped around each other, so close it was as if they were trying to fuse into one, and closed the door again.

 

Jungkook buried his face in Taehyung’s hair and just breathed him in. Taehyung sighed softly and nuzzled up into Jungkook in his sleep. Jungkook set an alarm on his phone, not wanting to keep the others waiting too long, or for Taehyung to go any longer without eating.

It seemed to go off all too soon, and Jungkook really didn’t want to disturb his sleeping boyfriend. However, the grumbling of Taehyung’s stomach, and the quiet, pained, huffs falling from his lips were enough to convince him. He shook him gently, smiling when Taehyung blinked wearily up at him.

 

“Hi, hyungie. Ready for some food?”

 

Taehyung groaned and let his head fall back.

 

“Yes, please.”

 

“Sit up for me?”

 

Taehyung flopped over onto his side, and Jungkook sighed. He was so weak for that face.

 

“Baby, I know you’re hungry, Jiminie brought some yummy snacks for you. It’s time to eat, yeah?” Taehyung submitted, and struggled to pull himself up into a sitting position. Jungkook braced a hand on his back and helped him.

 

“Alright, water first,” Jungkook cracked open the bottle. “Small sips, babe, okay?”

 

Taehyung made grabby hands at it, but when he took the bottle, his hands shook violently, threatening to spill the contents. Jungkook covered Taehyung’s hands on the bottle with his own, lifting it to Taehyung’s lips.

After Tae was done and Jungkook had replaced the bottle back on the bedside table, he noticed a water droplet making its way  from Taehyung’s lips to his chin, and he wiped it off with a gentle thumb.

 

“Food, please,” Taehyung reminded him.

 

“Of course, of course. We have yogurt, rice, a granola bar, and some strawberries. Jimin said the yogurt is best.”

 

Taehyung closed his eyes briefly. “Yeah, and he probably said to put the strawberries in it, too, right?”

 

“You got it.”


Taehyung nodded. “Jiminie knows best. I wish he didn’t but…”

 

Jungkook murmured his agreement while preparing the yogurt.

 

“Want me to feed you, baby?”

 

Taehyung fluttered his eyelashes. “Would you?”

 

Jungkook sighed. “Of course I would, I’m so whipped for you. Open~” Taehyung opened his mouth dutifully, moaning at the first swallow.

 

“That good, huh?” Jungkook teased.

 

“Shut up, I haven’t eaten in days,” He whined, and Jungkook brushed a strand of hair out of his eyes, apologizing jokingly. When Taehyung finished the yogurt, he found that he was still hungry, and polished off the granola bar, too. By then his hands had steadied somewhat, and the constant ache of his hungry stomach was finally gone.

 

“Hug,” He pouted, opening his arms expectantly, and of course Jungkook indulged him.

 

“Proud of you,” He whispered into Taehyung’s ear. “You’ve been so strong.” Taehyung smiled, pulling Jungkook into a kiss. When they broke apart, he looked up.

 

“I think I’m ready to see the others.”

 

“You sure?”

 

“Yup. This is a conversation we need to have together. As a family.”

 

Because that’s what they were. A family. They’d support each other no matter what, hold each other up even when upset with each other.

Because that’s what families do.