It Started Out With A Kiss || taekook ff

Chapter Twelve

JUNGKOOK POV

"I just need to go to the bathroom. I'll be back."

Jungkook took out his phone to send a text as Taehyung got up from the table. He thought the older had looked a little pale, and he was sweating, but he didn't think much of it. He probably just had a fever. Why did he care?

Suddenly, he heard a thud, and he looked over to see Taehyung on the ground, not moving. "Oh fuck!" Jungkook shouted, jumping out of his chair. "Taehyung! Hey! Wake the hell up!" He tried shaking the other, but there was no response.

"What the hell happened?" Jin came running over, wiping his hands on an apron. "Oh my God Taehyung!" He kneeled down next to his friend. "What did you do, Jungkook?!"

"I didn't do anything!" Jungkook screamed. "I-I'm going to call for an ambulance."

Jin had lifted Taehyung up onto his lap, using his apron to wipe the sweat off of his forehead. Jungkook could feel his heart racing as he held the phone against his ear, looking at Taehyung's lifeless face.

After a few minutes, the sound of wailing sirens got closer and closer, before two EMTs came bursting through the door with their kits.

They inspected Taehyung, checking his heart rate and pulse. "His heart rate is terribly low," One EMT told the other. "We need to get him to the hospital before his heart stops beating altogether."

They loaded Taehyung into the ambulance before turning to Jungkook.

"Are you hopping in?"

Jungkook felt conflicted. He didn't really care for Taehyung but he knew it would be awful to leave him alone. He nodded, stepping up and taking a seat inside of the ambulance.

(At the hospital, a few hours later)

Jungkook decided to sit in the waiting room, waiting for Taehyung's father to arrive at the hospital. He had called him from the ambulance and explained the situation. That was hours ago, however, and Jungkook couldn't figure out why Taehyung's dad hadn't arrived yet.

The doctor walked through the doors, walking over to Jungkook. "Are you Kim Taehyung's friend?"

"I'm not his friend, but I'm here for him, sure. What happened?" Jungkook genuinely wanted to know what caused Taehyung to collapse. He stood up to be closer to eye level with the doctor.

"Well, apparently he had some damage to his stomach recently, which caused some bleeding from his spleen. The internal bleeding became too much and it caused his body to give out. He also has a few broken ribs." The doctor rubbed his head. "He didn't have any food in his system. My guess is he hasn't eaten in about a day."

"Holy crap."

"Do you know what caused this to happen?"

"I barely know him. I don't know." Fuck, could I have done this? Have I punched his stomach lately? Fuck fuck fuck.

"He has a lot of previous injuries that we noticed. He has a collar bone break that never healed properly. Not to mention the damage to his face. He had a few other miscellaneous cuts or bruises that were from at least a week ago."

"Whatever. Can I see him?"

"Right this way," The doctor motioned for Jungkook to follow him. They walked down a long hallway and entered a room where Taehyung lay in his bed unconscious. He looks kind of peaceful when he's sleeping. Dammit, Jungkook stop thinking these things.

"You can sit with him for a while if you want. I'll be back to check on him in a bit."

Jungkook sat in the chair by the bed, looking at the boy in front of him. He never took the time to look at him properly. He really was a beautiful man. His jawline is incredible. His hair fell perfectly around his eyes.

Just then, Jungkook saw Taehyung's eyelids flutter slowly. He groaned a little bit as he turned his head, eyes closing once more. After a few minutes his eyes opened for good.

He looked at Jungkook. "What-" he tried to talk but started coughing, and then wincing at the pain.

"Don't try to talk, hold on." Jungkook got up and grabbed the cup of water on the table. "Here is some water." He put the cup to the other's lips.

"Th-thank you, Jungkook." He paused, closing his eyes for a second. "Why are you here?"

"You collapsed while we were working on the project, so I figured I would sit here until your dad showed up."

"Y-You called my dad? Why would you do that?" Jungkook noticed Taehyung's eyes go big, as he tried to sit up more in his bed, but being too weak to do it.

"I figured you would want him here. Why? Is there a problem?"

As Taehyung opened his mouth to respond, the door opened and a middle aged man walked in.

"Oh my God Taehyung! I was so worried!" The man reached for Taehyung's hand, but Taehyung yanked his hand away. Why would he pull his hand away, Jungkook questioned.

"Dad, I'm fine. You don't have to be here."

Jungkook felt uncomfortable and stood up from the chair. "Well, now that your dad is here, I should get going."

"No, please. Stay." Taehyung's voice sounded so small. Jungkook nodded and sat back in the chair. He shook his head a little bit. When his father came in, he brought a familiar smell along with him. Something that Jungkook recognized but couldn't quite place.

"Son, I was so worried when I got the call. I thought I would never see you again." His father didn't sound terribly concerned to Jungkook, but he didn't think much of it. His father put a hand on his son's cheek. Taehyung winced and tried to move away, but had no success.

"Oh, Taehyung. I left our stuff at the cafè by accident because I rode in the ambulance with you, but I managed to message Jin, and he will hold onto it for us. I can pick both of our items up tonight on my way home and bring it to you. I believe your phone is with all of it." Jungkook gave the older a small smile, receiving one in return.

"Thank you, Jungkook." Taehyung then did something that caught Jungkook completely off-guard. He grabbed his hand and squeezed it. Jungkook was surprised at how strong his grip was, considering the circumstances.

Jungkook, unsure of what to do, squeezed back lightly. He could feel a faint blush on his cheeks.

"Oh, so this must be the boy you're working on that project with!" His father said. Taehyung nodded in agreement. "And look at you two holding hands! Does that mean he's your boyfriend?"

Taehyung flinched. Jungkook felt his eyebrows furrow in confusion. There was definitely something off about the situation. "No, he's just someone from school. He, uh, doesn't like hospitals so I'm holding his hand to comfort him."

Why is he lying about me being afraid of hospitals? His dad obviously knows that he's gay. What the heck is going on?

Jungkook coughed as the smell he recognized off of Taehyung's father suddenly became familiar. He felt his eyes go wide. His father smelled like beer.

Jungkook checked the time on his phone. 8:23 PM. "I should probably head home, Taehyung. It's starting to get late and I still have to stop by Jin's. I'll bring your stuff to you tomorrow, if that's okay with you?"

Taehyung nodded before letting go of the younger's hand, but not before squeezing it one more time in desperation. Jungkook gave a weak smile before saying goodbye to his father and leaving the hospital. He wasn't able to shake off the weird feeling he had.

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A/N: College is a pain in the ass. 😩

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