Savior | Taekook

7. A Grumpy Puppy

This is the difference between traumatic memory and ordinary memory. Traumatic memory stays vivid.

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Third Person pov :

Jungkook's phone was at it again, blaring its obnoxious ringtone for the third time that morning. Groggily, he patted the mattress beside him, hoping to silence the infernal noise and drift back into the bliss of sleep. His eyebrows furrowed in frustration; where on earth was the phone? As the phone mercifully went silent after a moment, he settled into peace again. He smiled, content, and pulled his beloved plushie closer, relishing the cozy silence.

But then, a thought struck him. "Wait! When did I buy such a gigantic plushie?" He squeezed it tighter, running his hands over the oddly soft and warm thing. 

"Why is it so heavy? And why does it feel... alive? Wait— I don't remember buying one with such long fur." His heart raced as he realized something was amiss. He tried to grab and pull it, assuming he was fumbling in the fur, and then it happened—a tiny whimper? 

"What the heck?!" His eyes flew open, and he jolted awake, as he took in the sight in front of him. Cuddled up against him was the most adorable being he'd ever seen—Taehyung, nuzzling him more and more like a teddy bear gone rogue.

"Oh... Holy Shit!" Jungkook cursed under his breath, trying to wriggle away. But Taehyung simply tightened his grip, pouting like a grumpy puppy. He didn't realize when he fell asleep last night, trying to soothe Taehyung.

"GOD! He's burning up!" He placed a hand to Taehyung's forehead, then checked his own—yep, definitely not the same temperature. He took one of the pillows to replace himself in the boy's hands and bolted out of bed.

He dialed Hoseok, skipping over the three missed calls from Seokjin. Once he notified Hoseok about the need for his presence, he dialed Seokjin. 

"Hyung, you called?" 

"I'm driving...uh, actually on my way to your house. We'll talk when I get there," Seokjin said, ending the call.

Jungkook darted around the house like a frantic chicken, grabbing a cold towel for Taehyung's fever and wiping his face, before placing it on his forehead. 

When the front door swung open. He expected Hoseok, but instead spotted Jimin, who looked like he'd just rolled out of bed after hibernating for weeks and finally decided to bless Jungkook with his glimpse.

"I thought you were dead! I almost planned your funeral! After all, you are my friend and it is my response to make sure you go peacefully. Don't you think so, Shortie?"" Jungkook joked, crossing his arms.

"Shut up!" Jimin shot back, rolling his eyes. "How's Taehyung?"

"Um... he has a fever. I called Hoseok Hyung," Jungkook replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

"WHAT?! I told you to take care of him, didn't I?... I know you are not comfortable with outsiders. But still how you...Leave it. I will take him to my house!" Jimin glared at him, his tone serious.

""Calm down, hyung...why are you so worked up? He was completely fine till yesterday...Hoseok Hyung is coming to check on him. He will be fine." Jungkook tried to convince him, but Jimin wasn't having it.

"Okay, but I'm definitely taking him to my house when he wakes up."

"Oh, Jimin! Finally, you decided to show up?" Seokjin burst in, catching the sight of Jimin after days. "Jungkook was worried sick about you!"