Savior | Taekook

2. Best Friend

A fight between friends doesn't mean the end of the friendship, it's a chance to fortify it

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Third Person POV:

Seokjin paced back and forth in the hospital room, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. "Can you believe it? His brattiness keeps increasing with each day! He is wishing for a good beating for himself," he grumbled to Hoseok, who sat casually on the couch, munching on some popcorn. The doctor had finished his work for the day and decided to spend some time with his most busy friend.

Hoseok chuckled, shaking his head. "You know he just misses you. With your crazy schedule, he probably feels like he's losing his brother whom he used to annoy every day. Remember those days when he'd pull pranks on you? He's just yearning for that again." Both chuckled at the memories of their leisure days in the past.

Like that, they started reminiscing about their childhood, laughing here and there at the hilarious acts of their brat Jungkook.

"Yeah, well... I'm not exactly free to play a game of tag or whatever," Seokjin retorted, crossing his arms. "I'm just waiting for the day he falls for someone and stops pestering me." They both laughed at how Jungkook never even approached anyone, and having a date was far from possible.

"Look who's talking! You're the oldest here and still haven't had your first love!" Hoseok teased, raising an eyebrow. The room fell silent as Seokjin's face went pale for a moment.

"Maybe we should sign up for classes with Jimin," Hoseok suggested with a grin. "He's out there living his best life, juggling dates like a pro regardless of gender!"

As laughter broke out, their conversation moved to comment about Jimin, always a magnet for attention, effortlessly charming everyone around him. He becomes playful when it comes to girls and all shy with boys. Though he never gets into serious relations he had a fair share of experiences with both genders. Perks of being a bisexual.Their amusement was abruptly cut short by Hoseok's phone vibrating, pulling him away to answer a call.

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Jungkook was jolted back to reality as he found himself staring down at a boy in his trunk. The scene unfolded like a nightmare—an unconscious stranger, bruised and vulnerable. Panic coursed through him, urging him to act. He didn't have time to contemplate how the boy ended up there; all he could think of was getting help.

He tried to check the pulse of the boy and sighed in relief. He could feel the pulse even though it was very low. He quickly shoved the phone in his pocket, picked the boy up in his arms, and took him inside to his room. He placed the boy on the bed and tried to wake him up, tapping gently on his cheek with his shaky hands, terrified of finding someone in his car in such a way, "Hey,.....Hey dude" But to his dismay, the boy didn't show any movement. 

"Hyung! Please come over now! Y-You need to treat..... someone h-here. He is unconscious and his pulse...his pulse and temperature..." Jungkook's voice trembled as he called Hoseok to relay the situation, his heart racing. The moment was surreal; he couldn't believe he was in this mess. 

Hoseok's calm voice soothed him as he issued instructions, which Jungkook followed anxiously. Cooling the boy down and tugging at his clothes to loosen them felt oddly intimate.Jungkook's mind raced with questions, thoughts spiraling as he sat at the edge of the bed and observed the stranger before him for a few good moments—the delicate curve of his cheek, mischievous moles, and that faint trace of beauty that peeked through the bruises.