Save Me || Book 1 ✅

We Can Fix This

"We do not have enough resources to help these people, noona!" Park Hyungsik stated, slight agitation lining his voice, as he helped the youngest sit, propped up against the caravan; leaving him with Namjoon, as he went over to his leader. "There are already too many people, at home, who need medical attention!"

Dawon had sent him into the caravan to help the four inside. Reluctantly, the man went in but was met by a familiar face, which instantly made him regret his behaviour towards the group.

 Once he and Taehyung recognised each other, the elder's defences came down and all he held for the group was utter sympathy. 

"Taehyungah?" Hyungsik breathed, not believing his eyes as his past costar stood in front of him, tears rolling down his youthful cheeks. 

"H-hyung?" Taehyung could have sobbed right then and there. "Please help us! I don't know what to do!"

"Um..." Hyungsik fumbled over his words, looking around to see three other men in the caravan - all in very bad shape. "Right... How, um... What should... What do you want me to do?"

"I-I-I don't know-know!" Taehyung cried. The strong facade he was putting on for the sake of his brothers had now broken and he couldn't hold back his sobs as he sank onto the floor, pulling his knees to his chest.

"Hey, come on," Hyungsik crouched down to the younger, gently placing his hand on his shoulder. "We can fix this."

"W-w-we need p-paink-killers..." Yoongi's trembling voice pulled the eldest's attention away from Taehyung. He looked over to the man, kneeling next to Jimin who still hadn't moved. The young boy looked unconscious, sweat rolling off him in buckets. It was almost as if he had just come out of a sauna, looking flushed and pale at the same time. "H-he's into t-t-too much p-pain and he, he, he c-couldn't take the, the t-tablets!"

"Th-there's morphine..." Taehyung suddenly remembered, thinking back to when Hoseok showed him what medicines there were in the cupboard and asked him what would help him. "Top cupboard, maybe that could help..."

"Give me a moment," Hyungsik nodded, pushing himself off the floor and walking over to where the small fridge was. 

He pulled the cupboard open, seeing a wide range of medications. His eyes went to a group of little vials, searching for one stating Morphine on the labels. There was a small bottle, an oral solution of the same painkiller. Not liking the idea of needles, he grabbed that instead.

Yoongi and Taehyung stared, wide-eyed, as the elder moved back over to them. He kneeled next to Yoongi and handed him the small bottle.

"Will this help?" Hyungsik asked as the man took the bottle of medicine from him with shaky hands. Yoongi nodded, just a fraction, as he read over the label.

"What about Kook?"  Taehyung asked, looking over to the bunk area where the maknae was still laying.

"G-go..." Yoongi said as he opened the small bottle. "I c-can handle th-this."

Taehyung and Hyungsik nodded, leaving the couple to go to the bunks. 

Jungkook was still in the same position Taehyung had left him, motionless but still awake.

"Kookie, buddy," Taehyung cooed as he sat by the youngest. Hyungsik stood, staring at the teenaged boy with sympathetic eyes. "Help's here, we're gonna be okay." 

"Finally..." Jungkook mumbled, not bothering to open his eyes to see who his hyung meant. "Jin..."

"He's still outside, buddy," Taehyung said. He had calmed his crying and was now using the special calm voice that he usually only reserved for Jimin. "How are you feeling?"