TO BE WITH YOU UNDERNEATH THE BLOSSOMS

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Please don't mind this

Btw, this was the original draft of the first part before I had to cut it short

I put this here simply, for, you know 👉👈

I was stuck with the thoughts of an eleven-year-old jimin taking a tiny scrawny pup by the name of taehyung under his wings after the latter nearly succumbed to his death in the flu that broke out during the late fall of that year in their pack.

Taehyung looked nearly dead at the time when his father received the child at their home, sunken eyes, swollen cheeks, pale lips, body swaddled in more than two layers of furs and still trembling in his father's unsteady arms.

'Minnie, fetch me a bowl of warm water', his father instructed him as Jimin ran to his mother to get what his father asked for, watching the older beta run a soaked cloth over the pup's forehead, small whimpers leaving the child's parted lips. The pup's alpha father was worriedly holding on to his son, squeezing and rubbing his kid's small hands in between his large ones to warm them up.

Jimin's father tended to the child all night, rubbing a wash cloth over the sick pup's small feet and palms, feeding him small sips of his mother's warm soup while Jimin stood awake to help his father change taehyung's cloth and replace the wet towel on his forehead when it ran cold. Taehyung's body broke out into chills further into the night, the pup's small cries and hiccups tugging at a small jimin's heart strings. It made him run to his room to grab the fur, his own lying on his bed.

Once back with his father, he tucked the wool around the pup, brushing a dampened curl of ebony hair away from taehyung's head. Jimin's soft fingers were pruny from dipping his hands in the lukewarm water he used for cooling taehyung's body, so jimin almost jerked his hands back when taehyung briefly nuzzled into his palm, making a tiny noise in the back of his throat. The pup's eyebrows scrunched together, head tilting to where Jimin was sitting next to him, eyes moving beneath his closed eyelids. Taehyung's head swayed to his side, his body jolting slightly only for it to start twitching restlessly, his chest moving up and down rapidly and jimin's fingers rose to hesitantly cup the pup's face in his palm in an attempt to calm him down. Taehyung's body went stock still from the touch of his hand, body slumping back to the bed. Jimin withdrew his hand to pet taehyung's head, fingers sliding into the black curls to caress the pup's hair. Taehyung's body instantly shivered from the gust of wind that blew through their windows.

Jimin's padded feet sprinted outside to drag the biggest wood from the shed where they wooded the logs for winter to the fireplace in their living room. It was his mother who helped him load the firewood in place and set it aflame to warm the ill child in their house. Some of Taehyung's cries subsided after they warmed up their room. Jimin agreed to watch over Taehyung overnight, so his father could sleep.

He changed the damp cloth on taehyung's forehead, wiped the back of his neck and then under his armpits, shushing everytime a confused whimper was heard from taehyung's mouth, triple checking whether the pup was tucked in safely.

Later into the night, Jimin's sleepy eyelids grew heavy, a faint smile was seen on his face while his hands lay close to taehyung's tiny fingers. Jimin fell asleep caressing Taehyung's hand in his.

It wasn't fate that brought taehyung to him that day. If anything, fate must be pulling his leg. Jimin deemed Taehyung a menace the second the younger barged into his house a week later, healthy with a rosy glow on his face, excited and walking on his two feet. Taehyung's face lighted up like a switch, looking at a startled jimin who jumped about two feet in the air from the sudden intrusion.