3AM: Life or Death?

Chapter 18

Jimin POV

Worriedly, I wrap an arm around Jungkook and work to support as much of his weight as possible, carefully leading him back into the living room where he should've been to begin with. I don't bother to make a snide remark to Namjoon for not helping me handle this, not particularly in the mood to fight and more concerned for Jungkook's well being at the moment.

"You feeling okay, Kookie?" I ask softly once I've gotten him sat back down. I can tell by how he's wincing every few seconds and how he's swaying even just sitting down a bit, that he's not feeling well, worrying me even more.

"Just a little lightheaded, hyung. My head hurts really badly." Jungkook mumbles, haphazardly leaning himself against me. I frown at this, wrapping an arm around him and rubbing his shoulder gently.

"Come on, Kookie. I need you to stay with me right now, okay? I'm gonna go get your soup and some water. I think you're probably a little dehydrated right now." I tell him gently, looking over to him worriedly. He pouts at this, shaking his head as he curls himself further into me, feeling him rock back and forth lightly.

"Hyung, my head really hurts though, and I'm tired." Jungkook whines softly, his eyes squeezed shut at this point.

"Kookie, I need you to stay awake and with me for a little longer. Okay? Come on, Kookie, I need you to do this for me." I argue worriedly, keeping my tone gentle and soft. He huffs quietly at this, reluctantly pulling himself off of me and upright before he flops backwards against the back of the couch.

"Fine." He gives in with a whiny tone, lips in a childish pout as he keeps his eyes shut lightly.

Sighing to myself, I quickly hop up off of the couch from beside of him, wasting no time as I return to the kitchen where Namjoon is still stood.

"Jimin, I-" Namjoon hyung starts to speak once again. I cut him off though, shaking my head as I hold a hand up to him.

"I don't want to fucking hear it right now, hyung. Just go do whatever the hell you want. I've got a maknae to take care of. A younger brother to take care of." I snap quietly, my voice ice cold as I grab a bottle of water from our fridge along with the soup.

I don't give him the chance to say anything more, taking the two items with me as I exit the kitchen once more and return to the living room where Jungkook is waiting for me. If he can't act like the adult and older brother to us that he is, then I've not got much a choice but to take care of our youngest to the best of my abilities.

So, ignoring my hyung and whatever the hell he was about to start going on about again, I take my seat next to Jungkook once more. Setting the soup in my lap carefully, I pat Jungkook's thigh gently to get his attention. He mumbles incoherently from beside me, rubbing his eyes roughly before lulling his head towards me and opening his eyes.

"Just a little longer, Kookie. Here's some water. Try and drink as much as you can, okay?" I tell him softly, offering him up the water bottle. He pouts once more, huffing quietly as he takes the bottle from me and hesitantly bringing the plastic to his lips. I watch in concern as he tips the bottle up shakily, eyes shutting once more as he begins to take small sips.

Worried that he's going to spill from how weak he is, I reach out and put my hand over his to support him. He just lets this happen, letting me help him take small sips of the water until he's finished half of it and pulling it away from his lips. I take the bottle from him at this point, putting the cap back on it for him as he watches me tiredly. Setting the half finished bottle on the other side of me, I look over to him with a small smile and ruffle his hair gently.

"You're doing so good, Kookie. I'm proud of you for finishing half of that. Just some soup now, okay? Just some soup and then you can get some more sleep okay?" I inform him softly, knowing how much he needs the praise and encouragement right now. He merely nods at this, laying his head on my shoulder once more.

I don't even bother giving him the bowl or even waste the time on the thought of him being able to feed himself, knowing that's not happening after how merely drinking the bottle of water went. So, I feed him myself, not pushing him to eat more when he pushes the spoon away.

"Alright, Kookie. You did good. Go ahead and get some sleep now, okay?"