Luckily or unluckily for Taehyung, it took nearly four weekdays for him to be back on his feet.
He no longer was feeling the nauseating weakness that made him fall back into Jungkook's arms repeatedly in past days, and finally he had recovered enough energy to play with Ara too.
The infection that had drained all the brightness and cuteness from him leaving him look pale weak, had begun to fade away, all thanks to Jungkook's day and night care and concentration to make taehyung feel better.
From gently comforting him to scolding him when needed, for refusing his medication, Jungkook went through every emotional extreme in his worry for him.
But looking at his tiny pout after feeding him the bitter medicine or blackmailing into taking another injection, Jungkook couldn't resist blessing him with a soft peck on the forehead.
Kind of blessing for which Taehyung would endure any bitter taste or painful shot.
This was the peak of affection between them that Taehyung had been experiencing. And this was the peak of love someone could give him in this life.
The way Jungkook could take care of him, no one in the whole world could feel his pain like that, like Taehyung was a part of his own body. To Taehyung, it was more than he could ever deserve in this life.
"How long is he going to take? Usually he he would have killed four/five men by this time and today it's like he forgot how to put on a shirt." Hobi muttered to himself with a sigh while they were gathered in the resort lounge, waiting to move from Barcelona to Madrid on their flight.
Madrid, Spain's capital, was one of their top destinations after their time in Barcelona. But it had been over an hour, and Jungkook still hadn't emerged from his room.
Taehyung being recovered, was excited to explore again. Despite his fever keeping him from much adventure these past few days, he still loved being in Barcelona. He loved everything about it.
Ara giggled when she heard her father cussing Jungkook for making them late.
And both Taehyung and Hobi looked at each other and then at her wide-eyed.
Taehyung was stunned at the little girl's grasp of the words.
"What did you understand from that, Ara baby?" he asked, while Hobi was equally curious. She wasn't supposed to understand such things yet.
"That Kookie uncle awways kills the emmies in less than a minute in the vidweo gwame...." Ara explained, causing both men to almost sigh in relief and they nervously chuckled agreeing with her.
"Yeah, exactly! He's so good at video games." Taehyung giggled low key enjoying the first time hobi said something like that in front of his daughter.
The male was looking like probably rethinking his decision about life.
"Well, I think we should head to the car and wait for Kookie there," Hobi suggested, taking Ara with him and telling Taehyung to hurry Jungkook along.
Taehyung chuckled at Hobi's impatience and nodded just before he went to knock on older's door.
After two knocks, the door suddenly swung open, catching Taehyung a mid-yawn as it was still early morning when they all had to wake up for flight.
"What was taking you so..."
His yawn froze mid-way, and his heart nearly stopped beating. Jungkook was standing there, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk of flustered amusement on his lips, as if he had fully anticipated Taehyung's reaction.
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HATE TO LOVE YOU || TAEKOOK || JIKOOK || MAFIA AU
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