Love is half

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Taehyungs mom is getting sicker by day.

And Jungkook is concerned by the lack of concern Taehyung showing. Because they came this far only because of Taehyung wanting to keep his mom away from stressing and pretending everything is just fine.

The older shuts him out completely. Shrinks back into his room and gets irritated whenever Jungkook gives him a friendly reminder that his mom needs him right now. But its like Taehyung doesn't want to acknowledge that. Their strained pretending relation has come to the point where Taehyung doesn't even try to hide his dislike towards the presence of Jungkook  but Jungkook is a champion at not leaving his side. He has been sleeping on couch for past few days because the older has been sensitive to any physical touch, Jungkook is fucking confused.

But he respects his needs. He feels stupid for waiting, yet he is still manages to sneak in the room here and there, refill the water in the jar next to Taehyungs nightstand or brings him snacks that is expired at the end of the night because Taehyung doesn't touch it. Or open the windows so the carbon dioxide from Taehyungs smokes would vanish out of the window  before his parents gets concerned than they already are, but its like the smell has been braided inside Jungkooks ribcage, like its all he could smell when he thinks of Taehyung.

The most attention he got from Taehyung few weeks ago was still there, even if it was his blank face and blunt words, but it was something. And it should be okay, because the older is no longer yelling at him, no longer showing him the stone cold eyes and Jungkook tells himself once everything is over here, he would leave and continue to live like he once was for four years. That their pretending doesn't mean anything because they are really stranger and its only him who sees Taehyung like the center of the world. It shouldn't matter, except Jungkook feels like Taehyung is not even here to begin with, the older has completely disappeared like Jungkook once wished.

But he doesn't understand why he feels so upset because Taehyung has never his to lose.

A week goes like a wave with Taehyung disappearing in his room and Jungkook sticking to his moms side like a glue, because she needs someone other than her husband to tell her she will be okay even all of them knows she won't. Jungkook knows that be is being rather ridiculous giving her false hope but someone has to. Hoseok has been busy with his collage, he has been in and out of Jungkooks life, apologizes on his tongue whenever he enters the house just to see Jungkook for few seconds before leaving and burring his face in the pages of books again.

Until its four in the morning, it had been three hours now Taehyung is awaken up by horrible burning sensation, that itchiness soaking through his skin and bones,  sweat drops strongly decorates his skin, making every inch of it crawl. Its not too dark in the room, the slight faded pale blue light of the morning seeps through the window of his room like blood, he can see outline of Jungkooks figure lying down on the couch next to the bookshelf, limbs curled to fit his form with blanket hiding him underneath.

He barely remembers yelling at him earlier to leave the room when Jungkook tried to tell him he should shower, and right, the sensation in his body is impossible to ignore, he hasn't showered in three days but that is not it, Taehyung knows that so well, it's like his skin is shifting, its worse than the feeling of being under the blankets with Moly, no its like there are spiders nestled inside his stomach and brain, slowly crawling through his body, inside the folds of his skin. He shakily runs his palm over his skin to make sure there aren't any beneath his skin, maybe there is, maybe the spiders or- snakes has escaped again. But fuck, he needs water, he needs anything but not this. He needs to go to his closet, the blue shirt. the pocket.