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sickiethoughts · 3 years

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ᴀʙʏꜱꜱ¹ ♤

trigger warning: nightmares, mentions of anxiety (once, towards the end)

it was only half past seven. the maknae’s eyes started to close, and his body began to feel weak. he laid his head down on another member’s lap, he couldn’t tell who’s. the member’s leg was jostling as they shook with anxiousness.

jeongguk was getting impatient. he whined, his voice was groggy -- way more than it should have been for half past seven-- and his throat was raw. they had been singing all day, and even the tea didn’t soothe his throat.

“hyungie... stop it.” he cried. his chest shook as he coughed. it was dry, and it looked painful. “still.” he tried to tell him.

the hands moved to play with his hair, and he would have told them to stop. but it felt so good. it was so relaxing he could almost -- no. he couldn’t sleep. never. because if he did, if he ever even thought he could be blessed with the images of clouds and rainbows. if he ever thought he could see the sun, and his members having a picnic, he was wrong.

but the hand was just so gentle, and so delicate. he couldn’t help but let his eyelids slid shut for just one minute. “jeonggukie~” the voice sang. he could recognize it from anywhere. “what’s wrong, my jeonggukie?” the maknae hated how he was being babied.

hoseok’s voice wasn’t much better than his. in fact, they were all over worked. he had never seen his members cry more than they had last night. when the huddled up in the living room together, crying, sobbing, thinking about what came next.

they’d truly thought long and hard, and they still hadn’t came out with an answer. he’d seen rm and jin cry for the first time in years, for the first time since rm had spotted his parents at a concert. since jin had seen his sister for the first time in two years. and here they were, sobbing, holding onto each other like it was the last.

the studio that morning was hectic. and hoseok had sang, and rapped, and managed all day long. he had to be tired. hence the mug of tea he held in his hand, and his phone on the dimmest brightness on the coffee table in front of them.

“are you sleepy? go to bed, honey.” the boys were close, and they treated their youngest like a literally baby. one that couldn’t walk or talk, but this, this was different. hoseok’s voice held something different in it this time around, and jeongguk couldn’t tell exactly what it was.

“tired already, koo?” taehyung spoke. taehyung sat on the floor, cuddled up to jimin, as they watched something on taehyung’s phone. the two were inseparable.

“no.” he said, stifling a yawn. he gained the energy to wrap his leg around hoseok’s arm, which made the older glance down at him. “sorry, hyung.” he apologized, but he didn’t move from his spot.

“if you’re really tired, you should go to your room and sleep. your neck will hurt if you sleep out here.”

and that’s how he ended up staring at the ceiling, counting the little speckles of dust that made him sneeze. his limbs ached, and his eyes grew heavy. he didn’t want to give in, the darkness would follow, and he would lose his battle, yet again.

but he couldn’t run, it was inevitable.

he tried to move around under the covers, and maybe it would wake him a bit more. but he only knocked his phone off of the nightstand, and he could hear commotion from down the hall.

“koo? i brought you something.” the figure at the door didn’t knock, instead, the small 95′ liner pranced in, his feet barely made noise on the wood flooring.

along with his smile, he held a circle decorated with feathers and beads.

“to protect you from the night.”

“taehyung had one when he was a child, and when i started having nightmares last year, he gifted it to me. i thought i’d pass it on.”

jeongguk didn’t know how jimin had known, but he was grateful. he watched as jimin hung it on a rack above his bed frame.

and finally, he wasn’t afraid to close his eyes.

the world spun in circles. his head was pounding and his tears were drowning him. he was swimming -barely- in a sea of anxiety and fear, loss. this was something he’d never experienced before.

he watched as the six of them fled the sight. he watched as no one went the same direction as another.

he watched as his family ripped. as the pieces tore inside of him, as they broke his heart.

piece by piece.

and he couldn’t run.

♤

hello, i know it was short. but this is where chapter one ends.

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super cute, i love it. 🤍

hmm can i get one where tae is feeling really sick before a concert and he gets really feverish and sweaty and he starts throwing up and it doesnt seem to be stopping soon so he has to miss the concert and one of the other members have to take care of him in the bathroom?

Hey, anon! I’ve had this request done for a very long time, but only posted it on my archive since I was taking a break from tumblr. So here it is in case you haven’t seen it!

Unfortunately it won’t be receiving another chapter.

tw: graphic descriptions of vomiting

⬆️archiveofourown link!

Seokjin cupped both of Taehyung's cheeks in his hands to feel for a fever, leaning down to reach where the younger was leaning back against the dressing room couch, arms wrapped loosely around his stomach. "And you weren't feeling bad earlier?"

Taehyung shook his head slowly, throat working around a thick swallow. The other members and a few staff were scattered around the room listening in, at a loss for what to do. Jimin sat next to him, brushing back his sweaty fringe and rubbing a comforting hand over his arm. Bags of ice were settled under his arms and on his forehead as a last-minute attempt to get his temperature down before the concert.

The second youngest had suddenly spiked a fever about an hour after dress rehearsal, and it was severe enough that he felt too bad to hide it for very long. Yoongi had caught on almost immediately and pulled Jin aside, both of them deciding to call a medic. They had a concert in an hour, so what other choice did they have? The only thing the medic was able to do was give Taehyung fever reducers and encourage him to drink as much water as possible. It wasn't uncommon for idols to go on stage sick or injured, and if that was what was going to happen, the second youngest needed as much hydration as he could get.

Tae was set on going on with the concert - it was just a fever, after all - until his stomach began to act up. Fifteen minutes before admission started, he found himself vomiting into a nearby trash bin. There was no way he could perform like this.

Sejin rubbed his face from across the room, visibly stressed at the sudden loss of a member. "Taehyung-ssi isn't in a good enough state to go on, he has to stay back," he sighed, finally stating what they were all thinking. Although he had expected it, Taehyung felt tears of frustration, disappointment, and guilt father in his eyes. He was disappointing so many people. "Jeongguk and Jimin." The two looked up at the sound of their name, taking their worried gazes off from their brother. "You two need to cover his lines. Hoseok and Jeongguk can take the choreography."

The room went bitterly silent, none of them happy about the absence of Taehyung. It was clear that they wanted to stay with him, ushering away staff members and giving him skinship every second they could. Sejin caught on to the tense atmosphere and spoke up again. "I know none of you are happy about this and are worried for Taehyung-ssi, but we're going to work around it. Namjoon has already discussed some changes with me about the timing. There will be breaks in between songs and one of you is allowed to come back and check on him during that time. Do you think you all can make that work? It'll be different than the rehearsals."

Everyone seemed a little less tense at that and nodded, not quite satisfied but happy with the change nonetheless. Taehyung felt a little bit of his anxiety die down at the announcement as well; he wasn't entirely keen on spending several hours sick while in a room of near-strangers. At least he could see the members.

"And you're sure you don't want to go to the hospital?" Sejin angled the question at Taehyung, clearly worried and not enjoying the sight of their second-youngest being reduced to a shivering, sweaty mess in such a short time period.

Taehyung weakly shook his head no. "That's okay, Sejin-nim. I'm okay." Yoongi looked about ready to interject something sarcastic before Hoseok elbowed him in the side. "It would be bad if the press found out," he corrected. Yoongi was right - he really wasn't okay. He was drenched in his own sweat while being simultaneously hot and cold and his stomach was trying to self-destruct. The fever aches didn't help at all, either. But he didn't even want to think about going to the hospital without one of his brothers. That would be too much.

Sejin smiled briefly at him from across the room. "If you're sure. We'll make sure the medic stays here so he can check up on you." The man paused for a minute, shifting like he wanted to go over to Taehyung and hug him or something similar. Over the years since debut, they had gotten close with their manager, closer than most companies did with their idols. But Sejin must have known how self-conscious and afraid he already was and took a respectful step back. Instead, he said, "I'm sorry, Taeyung-ah. I know you don't feel great. You're our first priority as soon as this concert is over with. We'll make sure you're taken proper care of."

Taehyung smiled weakly in response, legitimately grateful. "Thank you, hyung-nim."

All other conversation was cut off by a knock at the door and a staff member poking their head in, notifying them that they were on in ten minutes and needed to get in position immediately. Taehyung felt his chest tighten with anxiety; they were all leaving him now. Jimin pulled him closer so that the younger was nearly on his lap, giving him several quick pecks on the cheek and disregarding all the staff in the room. Most of them left the room after that, feeling the need to keep the intimacy private. Taehyung deflated under the touch, already craving more.

"I'll be back soon, okay Taetae?" He gave the younger's hand one last I-love-you squeeze and pulled himself reluctantly away.

Seokjin bent down in front of him directly afterwards, cupping Taehung's face in his hands and rubbing his thumbs over his round cheeks. He looked deeply, almost reassuringly into the other's watery doe eyes. "You'll be okay, baby," the older man murmured, sensing Tae's fear over the situation. "We'll come back as soon as possible, alright? All you have to do is wait for us. That's all."

Taehyung nodded and swallowed passed the lump in his throat. He felt so terrible and all he wanted was someone to hold him.

Jin cooed, nuzzling their foreheads together before pulling back. Everyone was being shooed out now, the rest of the members giving him little touches and verbal reassurances as they filed out. Hoseok stayed behind, glaring at one of the persistent staff trying to get him to leave, instead kneeling before his second-youngest dongsaeng and kissing him on the nose.

"Jagiya, you're so brave." The endearment slipped out of Hosoek's mouth so fluently as he ran a hand through Taehyung's bright blue hair, giving his neck a gentle squeeze. "You can do this, aghi. My sweet, sweet Taetae," he soothed, peppering quick kisses over the bridge of the younger's nose and giving one last, plump kiss to his forehead before jogging from the room.

And Taehyung was alone.

xxx

It was half an hour later when Jimin stumbled back into the break room, sweaty and out of breath. The concert intro didn't have a lot of time for breathers - it was the most structured part of the show. Now, though, he had a couple minutes, as promised by Sejin. It wasn't much, though, and he ran to make sure he had as much time as possible for his oldest dongsaeng. He was halfway inside the room, head leaning in to scan for his best friend. To his surprise, Taehyung wasn't anywhere in sight. His turquoise-blue hair wasn't hard to miss, either. Where could he have gone?

"Excuse me," he panted, addressing the few staff in the room. "Does anyone know where Kim Taehyung is?" One of the stylists looked up from where she was tidying up her makeup supplies, waiting for the stage change. She smiled politely at him and strode towards the door where Jimin was standing, pointing down the hall.

"He went into the bathroom a few doors down. A few managers tried to get him to come out but he locked himself in." She frowned a bit, looking as through she herself wanted to coax the younger singer out. Jimin felt his heart sink as he bowed and thanked her, jogging down the hall to where a medic and their manager stood outside one of the doors, looking lost. Sejin's face melted into relief when he caught sight of Jimin, ushering him forward.

"He won't come out of there, he locked himself in fifteen minutes ago." The older man was clearly frazzled, running a hand through his hair repeatedly as if he didn't know what else to do with himself.

Jimin went straight up to the door, knocking on it softly. "Taetae? It's hyung, hyung's here." The door flew open almost immediately and Jimin was pulled inside, arms suddenly full with a shivering body. The older singer pushed the door shut with his foot as Taehyung clung onto his neck, soft huffs and cries escaping his mouth. "Woah, woah," he gasped, patting his dongsaeng on the back soothingly. "What's this about, ahgi?" He was trembling in Jimin's arms, heat rolling off him in waves.

Taehyung didn't say anything in response, simply crying harder. Jimin slowly pulled back, putting hands on both sides of the singer's face and catching his eyes. His cheeks were bright red and streaky, both from the crying and the fever, and his eyes bloodshot, filled to the brim with unshed tears that caught on his long, delicate eyelashes. Sweat beaded down his forehead, turned a bright blue from the new hair dye. His previous makeup was smudged everywhere and he smelled faintly of vomit. All in all, he was a mess. Jimin felt his heart melt at the sight. "Sweetheart," he drawled, face contorting in sympathy. "What's going on?"

Taehyung shook his head and pushed his way back into his hyung's arms, shoulders shaking with quiet sobs. Jimin understood. He was embarrassed over the whole ordeal, ashamed about his absence on stage, guilty about the disappointment of the fans, and overly-emotional due to how terrible he felt. Nothing needed to be said. "Darling," he cooed, running a hand up into his sweaty hair, not caring if they came away tinged with dye. "Don't worry about anything right now, okay? You need to worry about you. We all understand, sweetheart, you're sick, it's okay." He continued this for a minute, feeling Taehyung slowly go still in his arms, sniffling occasionally. As much as he ached to stay with he younger, he knew he needed to leave. He honestly needed to be on stage two minutes ago.

As gently and slowly as he could, he detached himself from Tae and kissed along the side of his face, getting a taste of saltiness from the combination of tears and sweat. "I have to go now, baby. Do you want to come out?"

The younger shook his head no and wrapped his arms around his stomach. He wouldn't be leaving anytime soon, it seemed.

"Okay, that's okay. Jin-hyung will come check on you soon. When this is all over we can go home and I can give you a nice warm bath, yeah?" Jimin kissed his forehead again, brushing off the left-over tears with the pads of his thumbs. "Just hold on until then." He pulled his dongsaeng in for a last, quick hug. "Taetae, saranghae."

"Saranghae," came Taehyung's wobbly reply, releasing his hyung and watching as he slipped out the door with a final loving glance.

Sejin was still outside the door when Jimin came out, fidgeting with his hands and looking exactly like a worried step-father two seconds away from calling an ambulance. Jimin puffed out a breath and ran a signature hand through his hair, feeling it fall back into place over his eyes. "He's okay, Sejin-nim, I think he just needs some space," he reassured. "He's pretty embarrassed." Sejin looked visibly relieved at that, glad there was nothing more serious going on.

Jimin bowed politely and fast-walked down the hallway towards the stage.

Management was going to have his ass for being late. But for his dongsaeng, though, it was worth it.

xxx

Not long after Jimin left, Taehyung found himself bent over the toilet, heaving up yet another round of the water that the medic had suggested he drink. Despite it being a rather easy liquid to go down, coming up was a different story. It burned as it rushed up his throat, tinged and mixed with stomach acid. Sick splatters and hollow belches echoed in his own ears, simply causing the nausea to become that much more overwhelming. The next round came up a little too forcefully and some of the vomit forced itself out of his nose, throat clicking from the force of it.

Taehyung let out a pained cry. He wanted his hyung back. As selfish as it was, he wanted Jimin to come back and hold him and make it all go away. He wanted someone, anyone, to be there with him.

He wanted it to be over. He wanted to be healthy and be on stage and not be disappointing the fans like he was now. Anything was better than this.

His toes dug into the inside of his shoes as he fought the squeezing sensation in his throat, swallowing profusely against the nausea swelling in his chest. Tears leaked freely from his eyes as he gripped at the rim of the toilet, shaking and in desperate need of control. His throat jumped with involuntary hiccups; breathy belches that were hot and tasted funny were a constant.

He hated this. He hated this. He ha-

The inner chant was cut off as his stomach won the battle against his will, seizing and sending Taehyung pitching forwards once again, gagging deeply. He squeezed his eyes shut and rode through the next retch, which brought up a little more water and the taste of one of the electrolyte drinks he had been forced to down earlier. It splattered into the porcelain, tinging the water a recognizable pink. It was enough to set him off completely, heaving so hard that it drew his shoulders up to his ears and left him red in the face. Taehyung couldn't even pull in a decent breath, choking on round after round of vomit that has his head thrust past the rim of the toilet. After several more heaves, the rushes of vomit morphed into just a trickle of stomach acid that tasted suspiciously fruity before tapering off completely. He let his head hang over the bowl supported by his arms for several minutes, panting and letting strings of saliva that he was too nauseous to swallow back spill past his lips and into the water below.

The spell of vomiting had not helped his stomach at all - it was still swirling with nausea and cramping despite already being forcefully emptied.

Although he'd been telling himself not to cry for the better part of an hour, Taehyung felt tears begin to gather in his eyes. He missed his brothers and he wanted to go home. He felt terrible and nothing was making it better.

It was like that Seokjin found him, draped over the toilet with puffy eyes, breath hitching on quiet cries. He didn't hear the door open, only turning his head when the cubicle door was pushed open.

Jin dropped down to his haunches immediately, concern plastered to his face. "Tae-baby?" He reached up and began rubbing the younger lightly on the back, getting a strong whiff of vomit. "Are you okay, aghi?"

Taehyung felt his entire body relax in relief as soon as he caught sight of his hyung. Instead of answering he whimpered, scooting around where he was on the sticky bathroom floor and all but falling onto Seokjin, fists clinging to his shirt.

Jin was fast to adapt, settling on his knees and pulling the younger onto his lap. He grabbed a wad of toilet paper from the holder and mopped up the stray vomit, sweat, and tears from the young singer's face. Seokjin let Tae calm down a bit in his arms, stroking his hair and rocking him gently. He could feel how close to tears he was, breath quietly catching as he tried to keep himself together.

"Sweetheart," he murmured, pressing a kiss to Taehyung's temple. "You're feeling pretty bad, hmm?"

The singer gave a slight nod, tearful, and buried his face into Seokjin's shirt. He smelled like sweat and white cedar cologne.

Jin frowned and kissed the top of his head, brushing away a few tears with his thumb. Taehyung's eyelashes fluttered, enjoying the relaxing touch even through his discomfort. "Let's get cleaned up. It'll help you feel better."

Taehyung shook his head and clung tighter, sure that his stomach couldn't handle any movement. He was an unmovable ball in Seokjin's lap, curled tightly around his stomach as he shivered. Even though he was one of the taller members, he made himself look and feel absolutely tiny. His head fit perfectly underneath his hyung's chin as he rocked slowly in a way that somehow calmed his uneasy stomach.

Seokjin hummed in response, running his fingers through the younger's hair several more times and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "I know, aghi. You need to at least try, okay? I promise that it'll help."

The younger man whined as Seokjin shifted, clinging onto him for balance. As they stood all the way up, Taehyung stayed hunched around his middle, bent over and miserable as the older vocalist lead him to the sink. Jin flipped the tap on and encouraged him to wash his face with the cold water, rubbing his back gently while simultaneously reaching over for paper towels. He wet one underneath the stream of water and laid it on the back of his dongsaeng's neck, watching as the younger visibly let the tension leave his shoulders. Taehyung shakily dried his face off with one of the towels, feeling the slightest bit better from as the fever-induced heat died back from where it had settled stubbornly on his face.

Seokjin cupped the back of his head and guided his dongsaeng back to his chest, engulfing him in a hug.

"See, Taetae? Doesn't that feel better?" Taehyung could feel the smile in his hyung's words but didn't have the strength to return it. He simply nodded and mumbled a faint affirmative. "Sweet boy," Seokjin murmured, kissing his forehead hard and long - a farewell.

Taehyung realized this as his hyung began to pull away from him slowly. Panic flared in his chest and he clung tighter in desperation, a sob choking out from the back of his throat. He didn't want to be left alone again.

"Hey, none of that. Look at me, sweetheart," Seokjin soothed, guiding Taehyung's eyes to his own. "You're alright. It's gonna be alright, okay?" He reached up and began stroking Taehyung's face with his thumb, fingers catching a few tears as they fell down his cheeks. "One of your hyungs will be back very soon. You know we'd never leave you alone."

The younger nodded, blinking back tears and deliberately slowing down his breathing. They would be back. No one was leaving him.

"That's it, baby," Seokjin sighed, smiling. "It'll be okay. As soon as we're done here, we can take you home and let you rest as much as you want. How does that sound, hmm?" Taehyung nodded again and pawed off his face with the sleeves of his shirt, not caring about the makeup that had smeared all over his clothes. "Okay," Jin purred, pulling his dongsaeng in for a final hug. "Hyung-nim is always outside for you if you need him," he said into Tae's hair.

"Yes, hyung."

"If you want to go to the hospital or need more medicine just tell him."

"I will, hyung."

"And you can always go lie down in the dressing room, the noonas won't care-"

"Hyung," Taehyung lauged, pulling back to look at the older man. Jin's face broke into a cheeky grin as soon as he saw the younger's face - had he been trying to get a laugh out of him?

"Aish, okay. I'll be back soon, Taetae."

"Okay, hyung." He sighed as Seokjin placed a kiss on his forehead and squeezed his hand before slipping out the door.

Taehyung stumbled back against the wall and slid down it, too weak to hold himself up for long. He curled around his stomach, pulling his knees up to his chest and leaning his head on his kneecaps. It's not so bad, he thought. As long as he could make it to whenever someone came to check on him he would be okay.

Swallowing back a few hiccups, he folded further into himself and moaned. Maybe this was going to be a little more difficult than he had thought.

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sickiethoughts · 3 years

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ᴀʙʏꜱꜱ - ᴛᴇᴀꜱᴇʀ ♤

“if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like you’ve been here before?”

trigger warning: night terrors, sleep paralysis, implied mentions of death

people spend their last moments in life not thinking about what’s to come next, or their favorite memories with loved ones, not the pain: but what will happen when they let go. that finally breath of oxygen they take, when they choke on the blood filling their lungs. the final realization of the pain and misery. when will it come to an end? and what will they dream of?

shaky, fragile inhales run through the room. it’s getting harder to breathe. figures dance in scary sharp movements in front of him. jeongguk can feel the prickly needles against his skin, and the ticking motion of an arm beside him.

his eyes won’t shut all the way. he squeezes his eyelids as hard as he can, but the night won’t seem to pass. the darkness follows him throughout the day, through the night. shadows haunt him daily, and the childish game he used to play as a kid with his brother --chasing their shadows as the sun stood above them-- was now a terrifying reality. his shadows were chasing him. and he couldn’t run.

they’d pin him to the ground and beat him with words. phrases that would break his heart, shatter it to a million pieces. and he couldn’t run.

fighting back was no longer an option. he’d take the punches, and hope he didn’t collapse. he couldn’t run.

he was stuck in bed, staring. staring at the ceiling that pushed his hopes and dreams out of reach.

and he couldn’t run.

and finally, when he waited out the pain. another night of shadows and demons, following his every move. and breaking his organs, squeezing them one by one until he couldn’t possibly twitch, it was time.

good morning, jeongguk.

this boy isn’t thinking about what he’ll dream of. he isn’t scared of what he’ll dream of.

he just wants to dream.

♤

welcome to my new series. updates will come as quickly as i can manage, thank you guys.

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ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴ' ʜᴏᴍᴇꜱɪᴄᴋ♡

summary: jungkook is feeling down, and homesick. he just needs to go home for a while. namjoon on the other hand, can’t stand to see his maknae go. ﹜ ♡

enjoy some soft namkook moments, featuring other members <3

includes: breakdowns

“oh no, baby. don’t cry.”

“let the boy cry, hyung.” namjoon sighed, jungkook hadn’t cried this hard in ages. the thought, the sight of their maknae cuddled up into the side of the couch, his tear racking his whole body, his shoulder shaking, it really broke his heart.

“he’s going to make himself sick.” jin had tried to tell him. jungkook had been going on for ages, neither jin or namjoon were sure how much more they could take. it emotional hurt them both. “it’s alright kook, you’re okay.”

hoseok skipped into the room, bed head and all. his t-shirt was baggy, and his shorts almost came down to his knees. it was only half past ten, after all. when he caught a glimpse of the maknae his eyes widened, but he didn’t move. “is there anything i can do? get for him?”

“not at the moment, thank you though, hoseok. unless you want to get him some water?” jin told him, brushing a few strands of hair from jungkook’s face. “poor thing, what’s got you so worked up this early, huh?” hoseok walked out to get the boy a glass of water.

namjoon couldn’t help but stare as jin engulfed jungkook in a hug. he was honestly jealous of his caretaking skills. jungkook just seemed to melt into the older, just like all his other little brothers did.

jungkook hadn’t said a word since he started crying. “do you want to call your mom? maybe she can help, alright? joon, go get my phone. it’s on my nightstand.” it took namjoon a couple seconds to process the words. “you alright?”

“yea, i’m okay. i’m on it.” it only takes a second for namjoon to get off the couch. and when as soon as he comes back, he’s left the room again.

“hey chim. i need some help, we need some help.” jimin’s still half asleep, so, namjoon shakes him a little. “up.” jimin groans, still asleep mentally. his eyes are puffy, and his blonde hair is just the same.

“sure, what’s up?” his morning voice is hoarse, and it always needs extra warming up in the morning.

“something is wrong with kook.” jimin’s eyes are more alert, and even though it takes him a second to get out of bed, he does it as fast as he can. “he’s crying, and we don’t know what’s wrong.” jimin nods, he doesn’t bother putting on a sweatshirt, or a crewneck at least. he’s only wearing shorts and a tank top.

“is he like- crying crying or- koo koo, come’ere.” jin is trying to pull up jungkook’s mom’s number, still, having jungkook sobbing into his chest. as soon as jimin takes a seat on the couch, jungkook shifts his weight over to jimin.

his sobs calm for a quick second, until he hears his mom’s voice through the phone. “eomma..” he cries, his voice cracks in the middle, but no one seems to laugh, or flinch even.

“jin- oh my goodness, baby. what’s happened?”

“eomma...” he sniffles, wiping his snot into jimin, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “i miss you so much.... i wanna come home.” namjoon’s heart breaks a little more. he loves that boy to pieces. “i don’t wanna be here anymore.”

“i’m sorry honey, isn’t this your dream?” she really doesn’t know what to say. “those boys love you so much, kook. and i’m sure you love it there.”

“i miss home.. and appa.. and hyung.. and you..”

“i know you do, and we miss you too.”

“i wanna be with you.”

“soon, okay? soon. eomma promises we’ll meet again soon.”

jin finds it funny how quickly that one lined calmed the youngest down. the poor boy was homesick. jimin kept stroking jungkook’s hair the whole time, hoseok had stood in the corner of the room just listening in. namjoon had stayed heartbroken the entire time.

they had talked on the phone for a good thirty minutes. the only remaining boys in the room besides jungkook were jimin and namjoon. they sat off to the side, doing other things. jungkook had stopped crying, he had gotten to talk to his mother, and his father. he was smiling, and laughing, and talking, everything namjoon had wanted for the shy boy.

“i’m going to drive up to see my parents. for a week or two.” the maknae had hung up the phone, and made his statement. namjoon sat in disbelief.

“i’m glad, you seem like you need it.” jimin had told him. “when do you leave?”

“i’m going to ask the company if i can leave tomorrow.”

“do you need me to take you?”

“i got it, thanks hyung.”

“drive safe, kook.”

“i will.”

jungkook had gotten permission to leave for a week and a half. the schedule was lenient this time around, even taehyung had gotten to go back home for a week. he had gotten back yesterday. yoongi had gotten to meet his parents at a restaurant halfway between their homes.

“you sure you want to go kook?” namjoon asked the morning jungkook was set to leave for busan. “we could have a movie night, or i could make your favorite meal, or we could-”

“hyung. i need to do this. for me.”

“but-”

“please.” his eyes were so wide, and glossy, so desperate. he really needed this time.

“okay. be safe, call me, okay?”

“ok, i will. thank you so much.”

“have fun, okay? be careful.”

“i love you hyung.”

“forever and always.”

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