Coffee Boy

-Twenty-Two-

Prepare yourselves. Maybe grab some tissues.

"I just started walking and ended up at the sea
I'm looking at the coast from here
There's endless sand and the rough wind
But I'm looking at a desert
I wanted to have the sea so I swallowed you up
But I'm even thirstier than before
Is what I know really the ocean?
Or a blue desert?"

Taehyung woke up to the sounds of birds chirping, and the sunlight shining through the window. He stretched his body, a smile on his lips as he recalled last night.

His eyes, on instinct, went to Jungkook, who lay with his mouth slightly ajar next to him. Taehyung smirked as he scooted closer to the younger, wrapping an arm around his waist and kissing his lips.

He frowned when he didn't get a response back, so he pinched the boy's hip in an attempt to wake him up. Jungkook had usually been a heavy sleeper so it could take a bit to wake him up.

"Jungkook, baby, wake up!" Taehyung sang as he shook the boy gently.

After still receiving no response, Taehyung started to worry. He took two shaky fingers and pressed them to his corotid on his throat. His heart was beating out of his chest, making it hard to tell if the faint pulsing was from Jungkook or Taehyung's own blood pumping. He released a nervous breath before leaning up, pressing his ear near Jungkook's heart.

Silence.

Taehyung felt tears stream down his face as he began to shake Jungkook harder this time, his tears dropping onto the younger's pale, lifeless body.

"Fuck! No no no please no." Taehyung reached for his cell phone, immediately dialing for an ambulance. He held onto Jungkook's cold hand while he waiting for their arrival.

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Taehyung First Person POV

"I'm so sorry, Taehyung. His heart completely stopped. We don't know how long he was without oxygen. We brought him back, but he has yet to wake up." Dr. Grey rested a hand on my shoulder as my whole world started to spin uncontrollably.

"I-I-I... Could I have caused this?"

"What do you mean?"

I swallowed hard, trying to force the tears back in. "We, um, made love last night. Could that have caused this to happen? Fo-for his heart to stop?"

Dr. Grey's lips formed a thin line as she gently shook her head. "It probably didn't help, but no, it was not the cause of this. We knew this day was coming, it just came sooner than we thought. Was he doing okay at home? No breathing trouble or anything?"

"No, he said he was doing better, the best he's felt in months."

"That's not true." I turned around and saw Yoongi, who was walking up to us with Hoseok on his arm. Yoongi's eyes met mine, a guilty look clouding the irises, before meeting Dr. Grey's. "He was wheezing. His breathing was more shallow. He was coughing a lot more often." He faced me directly. "He was terrified. Too terrified to tell you because he didn't want to worry you."

My chest grew heavy, my sobs becoming louder as my legs collapsed from under me. I lay on the cold tile floor, shaking. I could feel hands on me trying to comfort me, or pull me off the ground, I wasn't quite sure which.

"L-leg me g-go!" I was on the verge of screaming.

The hands released me for a moment until i felt two hands snake under my armpits, yanking me up. I stood face-to-face with Yoongi. I couldn't help but notice the wetness on his cheeks.

"Taehyung! Be strong! Jungkook will come out of this but you need to be strong for him. None of this crying bullshit! No laying on the floor and sobbing! Stop it and go visit your fucking boyfriend!" He nudged me in the direction of Dr. Grey, who was waiting patiently down the hall.

My legs wobbled as I took the last steps to her as she stood right outside of Jungkook's door. He patted me on the shoulder before motioning for me to enter the room. I listened to the comforting sound of her heels clicking away on the tile as I took a few deep breaths.

He was covered with wires. He had a tube down his throat, obviously breathing for him. He had a tube coming out of the side of his chest, and wires were covering his chest. He had an IV in his arm.

"Oh my God..." My voice was barely above a whisper. I felt my world crumbling as I stared at the pale boy in front of me.

The beeping from the machines was driving me crazy. Sure, it meant that Jungkook was still alive, but it meant that he was too sick to breathe on his own, to move, to express emotion.

I felt a hand pressing carefully between my shoulder blades. I turn around, my vision blurry from the tears. I could make out Yoongi's concerned face. Seeing him like this made me break down. I buried my face into Yoongi's neck as my loud sobs blanketed the silence in the room. Yoongi wrapped his arms around me awkwardly. I could feel a few tears of his splash onto my neck, which only made me cry even more.

"I-I can't l-l-lose h-him, Yoongi."

"Shh... I know, Tae. I-I know."

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