Butterfly [Jeon Jeongguk]

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Will leaned against Taehyung. He was holding her up. She had been a mess ever since they got off the plane. She refused Jungkook, claiming he would contract whatever sickness she had. Tae had teased that he might get sick too. She retorted by vomiting on his clean pants.

They hadn't been back in Seoul for more than three days. Nothing had changed. Nothing. Taehyung couldn't figure it out, but he wasn't about to tell anyone that she was basically unconscious.

"What the hell happened?" He muttered, lying her in the bath tub. He left and returned with clean clothes. Clothes he didn't care about, but clean nonetheless.

He carefully helped her out of her clothes. This was the brotherly thing for him to do. He hadn't been much of a brother lately. He had been mostly pissed off at Jungkook and Will for getting together and not even coming to him. Will groaned as Taehyung brought her to her feet. He took her pants off of her. Her legs were burning.

"Jesus Christ, Will." He hissed, tossing the sweatpants into the hamper. He would wash them as soon as he got the opportunity.

"Hey, I'm gonna call Mom. I think we could use her help, Will." She groaned in response. He sighed, taking out his phone. He called his mother.

"Taehyung, I was wondering if you'd call us today." His mother's sweet voice chimed.

"Yeah, Will is really sick. I need your help. Can you come over?"

"Of course, Tae. I'll be there in twenty minutes." She hung up and Tae returned to his sister. He tied back her hair so she wouldn't vomit into her hair. Then, he turned on the shower over head and pulled it down so he could wash away the bile covering her still. Jungkook began calling as his mother came into the bathroom.

"Answer the phone. I'll help your sister." Mrs. Kim said. He grabbed his phone and answered.

"How is she?" Jungkook asked, panic in his voice.

"She's fine. Well, she will be." The two continued talking as Mrs. Kim took Will's temperature with a thermometer.

"Tae! Get in here!" She shouted as the thing beeped. Tae sprinted back into the bathroom.

"She's got a fever of one hundred and three. We have to get her to a hospital. Something isn't right." His mother said softly. He nodded, tossing his phone onto the counter. It fell and the screen shattered, but he didn't care. Jungkook was yelling on the other line about how he'd meet them at the hospital. Mrs. Kim found a blanket and helped Tae wrap Will in it. He carried his sister to his car, lying her across the back seat. Mrs. Kim took her daughter's head in her lap, running her fingers through her hair. She sang softly to her daughter as Tae sped to the hospital.

"Shit, I should've grabbed her phone so I can call the others." He muttered as he turned corners.

"Honey, its okay. I'm sure Jungkook will tell them."

"I think he'll forget, Mom. God dammit." Taehyung continued to spill expletives as he continued driving. His mother made the good choice to ignore them.

As soon as they were in the parking lot, Taehyung jumped out and grabbed Will. He sprinted inside.

"Someone please help me! I think my sister is dying!" He exclaimed. People rushed to his aid, leading him down a hall.

Jungkook came through the large doors just as Tae disappeared into a room. His hair was a mess as he hadn't bothered to shower that morning. He had been so worried about Will that he didn't even put a new t-shirt on.

"Jungkook, call the others. Get them here. She's dying." Mrs. Kim whispered to the young boy.

"What do you mean she's dying?"

"I mean she's dying, Jungkook. She has a fever of one hundred three." You're not supposed to live from that."
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Jungkook sat silently in the waiting room, hands folded. He was bent in half in his chair, sobbing silently. There was a small puddle on the floor from his tears. The others were all there. Taehyung said that he was going to take his mom home, as it was too much for her to handle. That was nearly six hours ago. Jungkook suspected that Tae couldn't handle it either.

The other boys were waiting around in silence. Someone offered them food, that was around two hours ago. Now it was ten at night. Most, if not all, of them were waiting for the nurse to come out and tell them she was gone. A doctor had come out earlier only to say that they had literally no idea what it was. That made Jungkook cry harder. He'd been in the same position for nearly four of the six hours they had been there.

Hoseok sat down beside Jungkook. He rubbed his back to try and comfort him. It was hitting them all hard, but not as hard as it was hitting Jungkook and Taehyung.

"Boys, I'm going to have to ask you to leave for the time being. You can come back at six tomorrow." The receptionist told them.

"Then we'll be here at six tomorrow." Jin said, smiling sweetly. He and Hoseok brought Jungkook to his feet. Jimin walked with Namjoon and Suga who were talking quietly.

"Let's stay at Tae's. It's the closest." Suga said softly. They drove to Taehyung's in silence, Jungkook still crying.

"The thick color of a rainy day in Seoul. I still can't fall asleep as I fade away. The rain stops and the reflection in the puddle, I see myself looking more miserable today." Jimin sang quietly. The other hummed along, all except Jungkook. As soon as the car stopped, Jungkook got out and went inside. He just wanted to go to Will's room and sleep. The second he stepped into the house, the strong smell of alcohol made his eyes burn. He coughed, backing out of the doorway. Taehyung was sitting at the kitchen table, an empty bottle of whiskey tipped over, another, less empty one, in his hand. Jungkook grabbed the bottle from him and poured the contents down the sink.

"Jungkook, don't do anything stupid." Suga said behind him. Jungkook fumed as Taehyung stood, stumbling. He swung at his friend, his fist connecting hard with his jaw. Taehyung fell to the ground.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" Jimin exclaimed, grabbing Jungkook and pulling him back.

"Punch me again, asshole." Taehyung spat. Jungkook clenched his fist and lunged forward. Suga and Jimin had to combine their strength to hold them back.

"God dammit, Jungkook! Stop!" Hoseok shouted. Tears were like rivers down his face. The other members looked over at him. Hoseok was Will's best friend.

"Will is dying, guys. She might not make it through the night. What do you think she would do if she found out that her boyfriend and her brother were fighting? Or that her brother drank himself into a stupor? You're pissed off at Tae for drinking so much because you know she would be, Jungkook. And you're pissed off because there's nothing you can do, Tae. Stop drinking and stop fighting. We don't need this right now. Will doesn't need this right now. Now stop fighting and let's clean up this mess." He said. Jungkook relaxed, sitting down in the kitchen chair. Jin helped Tae up and took him to his room. Namjoon began cleaning the room with Hoseok. Jimin took Jungkook into Will's room then came back.

"Should we make them something to eat?" Suga asked as Jin returned.

"Jungkook is sobbing in her room and Tae passed out the second I laid him down. So if we make anything to eat, it's for us."

"I just hope she gets better."