colors. kth x myg / taegi

ten

visitors:

10/17 - mr. kim
relationship: uncle

yoongi blinked once.

twice.

why had his uncle visited him?

"joon, can you-"

"hey, min," seokjin padded over holding a clipboard in his hands. "want to hear a new joke?"

yoongi rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair. "you need to stop with this bullshit, seokjin," he muttered. "what if i'm in the operating room performing surgery and you come in to crack a joke and i fuck up?"

hoseok cleared his throat. "first off, min, the doors are always locked before an operation starts."

"and also," namjoon scratched the back of his neck, eyebrows raised in a nearly mocking manner. "you're a psychiatrist. not a surgeon. the closest you've ever gotten to actual surgery was that kid's game we played in high school with the tacky tweezers and metal detecting holes."

"shut up before i perform brain surgery on you. i see a scalpel right there," yoongi threatened, gesturing towards the scalpel that, as a matter of fact, sat daintily on a cart. "anyways. this visitor history: taehyung's uncle came by?"

seokjin squinted at the tabs yoongi had pulled up on his laptop. "that's what it says. why?"

yoongi shook his head. "nothing. i was just wondering."

seokjin shot him a questioning look but asked no further questions, and yoongi couldn't keep his mind from wandering back off to taehyung.

* * *

taehyung sat up in his bed when yoongi stepped into the room.

his cheeks looked fuller and a bit of color had been regained in his face, but he still looked undeniably thin and weak. yoongi saw how the hospital gown still seemed to swallow him whole, and he saw how every bone in the exposed parts of his body protruded from beneath his skin.

"hi doctor."

"hi taehyung," yoongi replied, taking a seat beside the bed.

a single light behind taehyung kept flickering, making slight buzzing noises that blended in with the sounds of the halls. taehyung's hair was disheveled and his eyes were slightly puffy and red, as if he had been crying. the hospital gown lay bunched up directly above his knees and bruises were visible across them, dark blue and purple. taehyung was dark blue today.

"taehyung," yoongi began. he started to ease into the conversation slowly, making eye contact. "your uncle came to visit you?"

taehyung visibly stiffened, fingers curling into his palms as he brought a shaky hand to his abdomen, as if trying to succumb a phantom pain. "yeah," he said. "he did."

"did anything happen, taehyung?"

the boy shook his head frantically. "no. no, nothing happened."

yoongi watched the shaking become a bit more violent. taehyung shut his eyes and took a deep breath.

"nothing happened. nothing. it's nothing."