A dose of Optimism || BTS Jung Hoseok

A Dose of Optimism Episode 4

Claire huffed heavily, as she was running. She turned into the bridge to see a man lying on the ground in broad daylight. Worried, she hurried over to him, bending over his figure to locate his pulse. Quickly checking his vitals, she sat down in relief before looking at his face. She scooted back a foot before bending over him again, "Hoseok?" She asked. She received no answer. "Oh, fat flyswatters! Are you dehydrated? I need to get you to the hospital," She growled.

She sat between his legs and pulled both of his arms over her shoulders, catching his thighs and standing up, so he could piggyback ride her. She noticed immediately that her hands were slipping due to his weight and the stiffness of her cast. "Seriously? Why am I so weak?" She wondered aloud in frustration, staring bizarrely at her cast. She managed to hold him several feet before putting him down and pulling him back up again. "Geez, why is there a road construction now of all times? I need to get a taxi, but there's so much traffic." She pondered, still struggling along the sidewalk.

Claire heaved Hoseok's body onto the wooden floor of her house, piling a plethora of pillows under his feet and turning his body sideways. She called the ambulance as she wiggled a thermometer into his mouth, hurrying out of the room to fill a bowl of water and grab a handful of small towels. Dipping the small towels in water, she squeezed the cool water out of the cloth before placing the towel on his forehead. She then peeled off his jacket an used another towel to wipe him burning body down. She carefully held the back of his hand as the fresh towel of water ran through his fingertips; Hoseok's head lifted a foot off of the floor as he gasped for air. As his head bent to gravity's will, Claire speedily caught his head, gently lowering it to the ground. "Are you okay? You fainted in the middle of the walkway."

"Uh...Where?" was all Hoseok could manage. Everything around him seemed fuzzy and unstable.

"The ambulance is on its way. In the meantime, go take a cold shower, you may have had heat stroke," Claire blabbered to the confused and groggy man. She helped him stand on his fragile legs to push into the bathroom before cleaning up the mess in the living room.

After escorting Hoseok to the hospital, Claire had already gone back home to clean herself up. The boys came to visit Hoseok in the hospital, "Hey, why'd you run off? You've been visiting the hospital too many times lately, it's worrisome. Is it because there are so many cute girls around?" Jin asked, ruffling Hoseok's flaccid head.

Hoseok twisted his head away out of his friend's hold. He was still a bit dizzy, but he didn't feel like joking. He knew he had been emotional lately, throwing random tantrums over things they would usually laugh about. Why was he like this? He wanted to stop, but it kept coming back to haunt him. There was a large void in him, that he couldn't seem to fill, no matter what he did. An endless blackhole he couldn't explain secretly ate in from the inside out, to the point of no control. He was like walking zombie, wanting life to come back to him. He felt like a sinner, craving, and yearning for forgiveness and redemption.

Their manager entered the room, his face twisted with contemplation. "Hoseok, you may need to take a break. It's the doctor's recommendation," he told the people in the room.

"What?! Why? The AMA's is really close, I can't take a break!" Hoseok cried, trying scoot himself off of the bed.

The manager held him back, "You've gone to the hospital several times because of heat exhaustion. At this rate, you'll die or get immensely sick and bedridden. We'd rather take the safer option and have you rest and collect yourself again instead of hoping for the best." Hoseok turned to look imploringly on his friends, who stood in shock beside him.

"Yeah, it's more important that you get better. If we need to, we can skip the AMA's," Namjoon suggested.

"I don't want to skip the AMA's. We've all worked so hard, and ARMY's already paid their tickets to see us. I don't want to let them down," Hoseok lamented.

Jimin pounced in, "And we can't go without Hoseok, What are we without him? It has to be all seven of us."

"Yes, we have to have Hoseok with us," Yoongi confirmed, "I need someone to hide my dancing," he whispered. (A/N: Yoongi actually has some nice dancing skills if you watch him)

"I think the doctors are right, Hoseok has been overtraining and his health isn't outstanding at the moment. Perhaps it's best he takes a break," Namjoon thought aloud.

"No, I want to practice. At least until the AMA's. I'll take a break after, please!" Hoseok pleaded, his eyes preaching the passion he had for doing well and his part in BTS.

After a long moment of silence, the manager sighed and walked out of the hospital room calling, "I'll see what I can do!"

"Hoseok," Jimin said, wrapping his arm around the older, a smile brightening his features, "If you ever need to talk. I'll always be here." Hoseok smiled, comforted. Jimin was so dependable.

Taehyung pushed Jimin out of the way and sat down by Hoseok, "You know what's always made me happy? My puppy. He's so cute," Taehyung cooed. He pulled his phone out and scrolled through countless hundreds of his puppy's growing days. Hoseok laughed, this seemed right. This atmosphere of comfort and joy he received from his members. This is what he needed.

"Jungkook, what are you doing? You're going to break your neck!" Jimin shouted laughing. Jungkook was taking a nap on the sofa. He had black hair, long grey pants, a black T-shirt, and one of his white earphones was plugged into his ear. He was sitting on the sofa with his head, his feet high in the air, resting on the wall. His strange position caused his shirt to drop onto his chest, revealing his abs.

"Hahaha, the younger one still copies his elders, so cute," Taehyung chuckled.

"Hey, stop it. The nurse is coming," Jin called, peeping through the tiny window at the door. As the door opened revealing a small woman with a gentle smile on her face.

"Hello, we are-" Namjoon started. "Bangtan, hello!" they all said in unison.

"Errrr... Uh... Hi?" The nurse said, clearly shocked and uncomfortable at the greeting.

"Oh, sorry, a force of habit." Namjoon apologized, scratching the back of his neck. Jin started squeaking his laugh.

"Ah, Jin, stop laughing. It's so loud!" Yoongi cried, yanking his black earphones from his head.

"Hey, don't talk while I'm laughing. It's rude!" Jin lectured before returning to his hysterical laughs over Namjoon's cherry red face.

Hoseok could only smile. This moment. This sunshine warmth he felt. He never wanted it to leave.

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