Please

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"And he started blushing, which I found extremely adorable. He started stuttering and shaking. He was shaking so much that he fell, I got so worried and mentioned taking him to the hospital..." Jin continued to explain a huge smile adorning his face. "Then he was like. No, I'm good I'm just nervous. And I asked him why. And... and get this he was like because the most handsome person I have ever seen is standing over me."

All the men in the hospital room started squealing in joy, "that's so romantic!" Taehyung stated his hands on both his flustered cheeks.

Jin laughed, "I literally died on the spot." Holding his shirt where his heart is.

"I bet he did too. Realizing what he had said." Jungkook pointed, laughter filled the room.

Finally, a smile had found its way onto Taehyungs lips. His friends, even after such trauma could always brighten his mood.

"Kim Taehyung?" The nurse joined the four boys, the said male looked up. "Have you eaten yet?" She questioned, "I need to take some blood samples."

"Oh, right." Taehyung sighed, he nodded to the woman, "I've eaten. I don't know if its enough, but its all I could handle."

She nodded rolling tray in, "I see, I'm also here to aid to those wounds of yours. Would it be too much to ask you to remove your shirt?" Her blue eyes seemed hesitant, like if one wrong word would inflict a bad memory.

Taehyung glanced at the other three males, he didn't want them to see what was under his shirt. Then his eyes landed on Jungkook, who was staring back with slight worry. "No... it's fine. B-but." He looked at Jin and Jimin, "c-can you l-leave for i-it...?" He asked them.

Jin was shocked, "but--"

"Please hyung...?"

Jimin stood up, "come its best if we do anyway... I don't want to start crying again..." he whispered the last part quiet enough that Taehyung couldn't hear.

"Fine" Jin groaned and reluctantly followed after the shorter male.

Jungkook went to stand when Taehyung grabbed his wrist. "...c-could you stay..?" He asked his head down and gaze fixed on the white blanket covering his legs. "I-i mean y-you've already s-seen..."

"..." the younger was hesitant, he didn't want to see the marks and bruises again, they scared him. But, Taehyung wanted him.

He had a short inner argument with himself. Short because once Taehyung glanced up at him with pleading eyes he agreed.

So as the nurse patched the brunette, Jungkook was holding his hand gently. And as the nurse took Taehyungs blood he made sure Taehyung didn't feel too much pain. He talked with him as a distraction.

He was there, and that's what Taehyung really wanted.

Jungkook.

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