Jimin spent the next day curled up in one of the corners of his and Taehyung's room. It became their room a day ago, at least Taehyung said so.
While the others were out somewhere, he stayed home curled up in a blanket in the corner of his room(and Taehyungs)
He heard a thud and he immediately stood up, he took a heavy glass ball from his night stand and made his way to the kitchen where the thud came from.
He stealthily tip toed across the wooden hallway, careful to not make any noise. He hid behind the wall before the kitchen and peaked to see a messy mob of hair peaking from the otherside of the marble table.
He crawled and closed his eyes for a moment, then--
"Hyung?" He heard Jungkook.
"Oh my god. It's just you." He sighed, slumping against the island.
"Of course it is. Did you think I was some criminal?" He looked baffled.
"I did. I thought you came with the hyungs, so I thought I was alone." He smiled apologetically.
"So if I didn't say "hyung" you would have hit my head with that thing?" He asked, pointing at the glass ball in his hand.
"Yeah, sorry." Jimin laughed awkwardly.
"'S fine. At least you had that with you in case I was a criminal." Jungkook nodded.
"Why didn't you come with them?" Jimin asked.
"I didn't want to leave you alone." He said shyly, light pink dusting his cheeks.
"Aww." He pinched his cheeks.
"I'm making ramen, cause I'm hungry. Want some?" The younger stood up, and looked for the things he needed.
"Sure. Let's watch some netflix too." He grinned.
While Jungkook was cooking, Jimin set up their place. He piled up the pillows to the side and got a big blanket from his room.
Jungkook was on his way to the living room, holding the bowls in a tray, when he saw Jimin collapse to the floor, in a coughing fit, beautiful white petals coming out of his mouth, some blood too.
He dropped the tray, the floor getting soaked in soup. He ran to his side and held him tightly.
"Hyung! Are you okay?!" He panicked.
He fished his phone in his pocket, dialing Taehyung, with his shaky fingers.
"H-h-hyung! Jiminie hyung collapsed on the floor, and he's coughing petals and blood!" His voice was shaking in fear.
"Fuck. Yoongi hyung!" He heard Taehyung over the phone.
"Jungkook? It's me Yoongi. Lay him on the couch we'll be there in five."
"Toot. Toot." They ended the call.
"Hyung. I'm going to carry you to the couch." He said before lifting him up bridal style and transferring him to the couch.
"J-jungkook.." he heard Jimin mumble, before he got into another fit.
"W-what's happening hyung?" Jungkook cried, cradling Jimin in his arms.
"Jungkook!" He heard Taehyung yell.
"Come with me we're going to talk." He yanked Jungkook's arm and pulled him to Jimin's room.
"W-what about Jimin hyung?"
"Don't worry about it. Yoongi's taking care of him. Seokjin hyung and the others are on their way."
"What do you want to talk to me about?"
"How to cure Jiminie. He has Hanahaki Disease because of you."
"Hanahaki? M-me?" He stuttered, eyes welling up.
"Yes. You. It's a disease where the person coughs up flowers because the person they love doesn't love them back."
"But how come--"
"Not everyone gets it. It's rare. Jimin loves you the only way for him to get better is to love him back. I know you like him, so stop denying your feelings."
"I-I.."
(A/N : Another short chapter sorry I wasn't able to post any the past few days.)
