𝔟𝔬𝔶𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫

30

TAEHYUNG 

A beeping made Taehyung's eyes flutter open, out of annoyance obviously. He looked blearily up at the beeping, expecting to find a alarm clock btu instead found a heart monitor. That jolted him from his sleepy state, and he lurched up out of the pillows. 

"Whoa look how eager you are!" Chris put down the book he was reading. 

"What are you doing here?" Taehyung tried to brush his hair out of his eyes and realized how many tubes were attached to his arms, and how exposed his skin was. He crossed them anxiously, now avoiding eye contact with Chris. 

"Well, I had to bring you here, and then I figured I'd just stay." He shrugged. "I messaged some of your friends while you were out, they were texting you some stuff." He made a face Taehyung couldn't interperet was it good stuff or were they still cursing him out? 

He looked around for it, and Chris handed it to him, he could see that Namjoon, Jin and Yoongi had texted him. Yoongi? He put the phone down and covered his arms again, he couldn't deal with that right now. 

"I'll give you a minute to process things, I'm going to go get the doctor." Chris stood up and left the room. 

Taehyung let out a heavy breath and put his tube- poked hands to his head. He felt better and so, so much worse. How could he let himself get this bad? And in front of a stranger, none the less. He shook his head, his hair messed up. 

He looked around and spotted a hoodie on the side of the bed, it looked like his, so he eagerly pulled it over his head to cover up what was left of his skin. He just wanted to go home, and looked around for anything else he owned, he needed some pants. 

The door opened before he could get up and the doctor smiled gently at him. "Hello Tae, how do you feel?" 

"Better, I guess." He spotted Chris just outside the doorway. Far enough away to give him some privacy but close enough to eavesdrop. "How long do I have to stay?" 

"Depends on if you're willing to submit to a psychiatric hospital." The man flashes a glance over his glasses. "You've got some pretty serious injures on your arms, Taehyung. I understand you're living on your own and you're only a couple days away from being an adult, but you need help." (I know it's not his real birthday, for the plot okay)

Taehyung looked down. "I want to go home." 

"We have to submit you, Taehyung. At least until you turn eighteen. It'll be....two days." the doctor looked over his file once more. "you're very underweight, Taehyung. When was the last time you ate?" 

"Yesterday." Taehyung looked away, not focused anymore. He couldn't go home. He was going to be forced into some hospital. 

-

After that he was walked form the hospital bed to the van. Chris was walking with him, promising him that he'd get all his stuff home and watch his apartment for the couple of days that he'd be gone. Taehyung saw the van and felt his hands shake. He didn't want to go. he looked at Chris desperatly for any escape, but Chris only hugged him. 

Taehyung needed that, and felt himself melt at his warm touch. 

He turned, and spotted a familiar face watching him. 

Yoongi was staring, eyes big and wide.