what happened? [knj]

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Time felt slow. Every day you were struggling to focus and complete any sort of daily tasks with Yoongi quiet and healing from his wound in his bedroom and Taehyung across the hall in yours filled with tumors on his lungs. Each night you went to sleep, you prayed you wouldn't wake up so you wouldn't have to deal with the luring pain of watching the two men you've grown to love suffer any longer.

Christmas was nearing, and though you managed to hang up some decorations, the spark just wasn't there. Jimin had planned a small gathering at his place, and Vivi reached out to you and Taehyung to let you know that your presence wasn't mandatory — she wanted to make sure you'd all be comfortable. Hell, she barely wanted to be there herself after learning what happened between Mina and Taehyung, but she also knew she had to keep it lowkey for now. Taehyung wasn't ready to take action yet and it was in her best interest to respect the males wishes.

Besides that, Yoongi was still bedridden and unable to get up on his own, so you and Taehyung have taken it upon yourselves to be his physical therapist and guide him into slowly begin walking around the house. He was still in a lot of pain, but you didn't know how much acetaminophen you could give him till he wasn't suffocating anymore. Eventually it would stop working, but not yet. That was a worry for later, if at all.

Taking a tray of food into your bedroom for yourself and Taehyung, the curly haired male is patiently waiting on the edge of your bed, his head in his hands as he looks up at you when he hears you open the door. "Food," you shut it behind you with your leg, the clicking signaling it was completely closed. "Not sure how hungry you were so I didn't make much."

"Not," he shrugs, laying back on your bed, and his legs sprawl out as he raises his arms to stretch them till you could see his shirt ride up to reveal the hem of his boxers. Your eyes stir away as you're putting the tray down in case he got hungry later, and you're politely finding your eyes focusing on the photo behind your bed frame instead.

It was of you and Yoongi — a memory from your first, real, official date with him and you remember wanting to have a memory of the moment. He took the photo on his Polaroid camera right before you got the very ice cream you held in the photo spilled all over your pants because of the bright flash. You didn't know much then, things were so different and now it felt like that happy time was centuries ago. You wish your only problem was still some spilled ice cream.

A sigh leaves your mouth as you stare at it, reminiscing those memories and Taehyung quickly notices your gaped mouth. "Alright?" he's querying, pulling himself up on his arms. When he sees you zoned out, he's throwing his head back to see what you were staring at and his smile drops. "Hm. Look happy, flower."

"I was," you shake the thoughts off before gently slapping your thighs to recollect yourself.

"Was?" he's echoing your words, and you just give him a broken smile, one that was very clearly forced. "Are you... not happy right now, flower?"