His Boxy Smiles

Chapter 38

Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon and Jimin knew. They weren't stupid.

They've been living together with the maknae for so long that they knew how his brain works. Although this was the first time Jungkook has acted like this to them, although the action was foreign, they knew why he'd been ignoring them as politely as he could. He knew why he tried his best to avoid them as much as possible.

The maknae was angry.

To be specific, he was angry at them.

Actually, they've known that Jungkook had been angry for quite some time now. Even before the fight, he'd been angry at the world, at the drunk driver, at the rumors and all of those who spread them.

They guessed their stupidity that night made Jungkook even angrier.

Knowing him, being the maknae, keeping his distance from them was probably his way of handling the poisonuous emotion that was in his heart. They know that their maknae loves his hyungs so dearly that he couldn't bare for them to experience the wrath of his animosity.

They also knew that it wasn't the maknae's fault that for so long, he'd burst because even they did that too. The only difference between them and the maknae was that they had vented that anger on the person they should never have.

It was past noon when Jungkook woke up to cough out bile from his stomach. He hadn't exactly eaten the whole day (because he was asleep the whole time) so he didn't have energy to run all the way to the bathroom. He couldn't exactly avoid vomitting all over himself, his bed and the carpet.

His hyungs were by his side like a lightning. Jimin was behind him, a hand on his shaking shoulder while the other proceeded to rub his back soothingly. J-Hope squated a few centimetre away from the vomit on the carpet beside him, holding his arm gently as to prevent him from falling onto his own vomit. Jin's in front of him, asking him questions he couldn't hear through the strange ringing in his ears. Namjoon produced a wet cloth out of no where as he stood behind Jin. Yoongi was on the bed with him too, supporting his balance on his right side the way J-Hope was doing to his left.

Tears pooled his eyes as his brain registered how awful he was feeling and how disgusting the bile that soaked his t-shirt and lap was.

"No. It's okay, Kookie. Don't cry," J-Hope ran his hands through the maknae's hair soothingly.

As if they could read his mind, "Don't worry about the mess, Jungkookie. We can clean it up," and "You'll get better, promise," were thrown at him and his hazy mind.

"Hyung, he's really burning up. What do we do?" Jimin said with wide eyes, scared, as he felt the maknae's forehead.

"Is he hotter than before?" Namjoon asked, a frown of worry on his face. "I'll go get the thermometer."

Jungkook was really out of it. He blinked really slow, leaving his hyungs wonder if he was even awake.

"Kookie?" Jin tried to catch his attention. "Kookie? Kook? Jungkook? Jeon Jungkook!"

The boy was jolted back to present when Jin's voice was overcame with panic.

Everyone visibly sighed in relief.

They've all gotten sick like this before. All of them went through this before. But just because it happened to all of them several times, it didn't mean they'd ever get used to seeing a member suffer like this. It always hurt and despite already knowing the drill, everyone couldn't help but panic and be scared for the other.

"What hurts? Are you nauseous? Are you going to be sick again? Do you want water?" Jin proceeded to rumble.

"I'm back!" Namjoon re-entered the room before Jungkook could even process anything.