cold feet [1]

fifteen

Taehyung's point of view

Never did I think I'd see the day you would be sitting beside Park Jimin, drinking coffee and watching a movie together.
Yeah, neither.

I glanced over at Jimin who was taking no interest in the movie as he looked towards the now dark bedroom. Probably worrying about Jungkook.

"He'll be fine," I assured the red head. "He's a cop. I'm sure he can handle a bump to the head." Jimin nodded, still feeling unsure as he looked back at the screen.

"What are we watching?" I shrugged, picking up the remote and looking at it.

"I don't know how to use this," I grumbled, throwing it towards Jimin, he caught it smoothly, flicking to a different channel.

"That's better." He said with a content smile, nestling himself into a pile of pillows as he began to watch the movie. I leaned back, letting my eyes slide shut, felt like my head would fall off; pain was tiring, so a rest wouldn't hurt.

Jungkook's point of view

Jesus christ! Fuck! Ow!

My eyes fluttered open as I stared into complete darkness. My head throbbing as everything felt a million miles away. There was a sharp line drawn down the right side of my cheek that the pain stayed on, and I grimaced at the feeling. Sitting up slowly, I look towards the door. There was faint talking coming from the living room, though I did not recognise them so I guessed it was the television.

Vaguely, I remembered seeing Taehyung through the fog of pain, and I clenched my jaw at the thought of what exactly had happened when I was unconscious. Wanting to solve my worries, I pushed myself up, nearly collapsing as my legs turned to unset jelly

Okay, standing up is a bad idea.

Slowly, using objects within my reach to support me, I made my way out to the living room. I flicked the light on, squinting as the stark lighting lit up the scene in front of me.

Jimin was laying, fast asleep on the couch, Taehyung resting his hand on the red head's lap, a pillow separating the two.

Am I dreaming? Am I dead?

I glanced towards the clock, looking at the time.

8am. So it had been around five hours since I was knocked out. Surely that wasn't too bad right? I sat down on the one seater chair beside the two sleeping boys, feeling light headed as I had been standing for quite some time. Closing my eyes, I rested my head in my hands, listening to my slow breathing. My heart beat echoed in my ears. My breathing began to quicken as my vision blurred.

"Help," I could barely whisper, my head feeling like it was being sliced in two. But neither of the two sleeping on the couch woke. "It ... it really hurts." I cried out, louder this time. Jimin slowly stirred, by the time he opened his eyes, my vision was completely white; but I was still conscious. I could feel something begin to drip from my nose as I curled up into a ball, screaming into my legs. I felt a hand press down on my shoulder, lifting my head up. I stared up at the figure, unable to see anything but their outline.

"Hey. It's okay. I'm here." It was Jimin, his voice upsetting me as I replayed the words he had told me that had led me into this stupid state of daze. Thought I didn't really have the time to complain about that as I gripped onto his hand tightly, before falling forward, unable to tell what happened next.

Jimin's point of view

I should've been watching him. I mentally slapped myself for being so irresponsible. His nose was bleeding and he seemed to be blinded by pain. Now, he was hanging over the couch, unconscious once more.

Unsure of what to do, of course, I called Seokjin.

"He woke up. But then his nose started bleeding and he passed out."

"How long was he walking around for?"

"I'm not sure. I was asleep."

"You were supposed to watch him, you idiot!" I rolled my eyes, wiping sweat from jungkook's forehead as it dripped into his eyes. "Just make sure he doesn't move around. Or else he'll get worse." I thanked him before hanging up, glancing towards Taehyung who was still asleep on the couch. I decided to let him sleep, lifting the boy myself. Though it took some time and a lot of energy, I managed to drag him to my own room which was closer than his own.

This time, I stayed with him, laying down beside the younger and constantly watching him for any sign of consciousness.

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After two hours Taehyung woke. The blond wandered into my room, flashing a charming smile before taking a seat beside Jungkook.

"He woke up, but soon blacked out again." I explained, lifting the cloth and dipping it in fresh water, then placed it back on his warm skin.

"You really did a good job, Taehyung commented sarcastically, playing with the hem of his gloves.

"Why do you wear those?" He shrugged, shifting his gaze to anywhere but me. "They obviously don't able you to touch Jungkook nor I. Is it just fashion? Or do they have a purpose."

"It's none of your business," he snapped, then grew silent, watching Jungkook. I decided to do the same and avoid any uncomfortable small talk.

Taehyung's point of view

"I'm not a zoo..." Jungkook grumbled groggily as he flickered one eye open, seeing the two of us staring down at him. "Was I dreaming? When I saw you two sleeping together." Jimin's face turned as red as his hair when his mind went to darker places.

"No Jungkook, you weren't dreaming." I explained shooting a glare towards the dirty minded boy. Jungkook looked between the two of us, quirking an eyebrow.

"Why are you not clawing at each others throats?" I shrugged, glancing down at Jimin now lying on the bed, trying to ignore the conversation. His hair was a mess, sticking out in all directions.

"Hey! Jimin, you should go wash up." The red head looked up, scowling at me for bossing him around.

"I'm surprised you know what washing up is," he muttered for a reply, but still following my order.

After he was gone, I turned back to Jungkook. His eyes were shut and he had his hand resting on his head, corner of his mouth pulled up into a grimace of pain.

"Does it hurt still?" He nodded gently for a reply.

"Can I get you anything?" This time he shook his head.

"Did you think about whether or not you wanted to live here?" I looked down at my arms, lifting one of my shirt sleeves slightly to stare at the still blistered skin. Luckily Jungkook couldn't see or else he would freak.

"I'm not sure Jungkook, won't I just make things difficult? I mean, Jimin already dislikes me. If I start living here, he might take it out on you."

You are lying.
I'm not.
You are. You don't want to live with Jungkook because you don't want to spend more time with him.
Well, I'd prefer to live.
Would you?

"Taehyung!" I raised my head as the younger called my name. "Were you listening?" I frowned, shaking my head. He groaned in annoyance, beginning to repeat himself, "Well. I said. This isn't Jimins house, it's mine. I invited him to live with me when he moved here. Our parents were family friends, technically we aren't family but sometimes he considers himself so. But if he's going to argue with my choices and decisions, he'll be kicked out." I bit my lip, face forming a slight pout.

"I don't want you to lose a friend because of me, Jungkook."

"And I don't want you to die because of me."

Oh if only you knew the weight behind those words...