unclouded // jjkxbts

chapter seven

[hi hello i love this song and its all that gives me joy]

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Seokjin didn't get much sleep that night. He spent the whole time shifting around and worrying about the frail boy in his guest room.

Jungkook needed help but nothing would work if he didn't want it. He seemed to want help but that didn't mean he actually did, Seokjin couldn't read minds for heaven's sake!

Once he did manage to fall asleep, even his dreams were plagued with his worry for the younger boy. Maybe he could talk to Jungkook in the morning?

The more Seokjin thought about it, the less great of an idea it became. He'd woken up because sunlight was shining directly in his eyes; or maybe it was stress. He didn't think he'd ever figure that out.

Quite frankly, that was the absolute least of his worries. Although he couldn't do a whole lot about his Jungkook related ones for the time being.

They'd have to get to know each other a lot better, him along with the other five boys. Seokjin's top priority was making sure Jungkook was comfortable with him and the others. Maybe he might be able to confide in at least one of them to get some stress off his back.

Seokjin walked from his room to the kitchen to see Namjoon fast asleep on his couch, snoring quietly, which was absolutely a first for him.

Seokjin started making egg sandwiches for himself and the two other boys in his apartment. He was submerged in his cooking and didn't notice when Jungkook woke up and walked to the kitchen.

"G'morning, hyung," he said tiredly. Seokjin turned to face him with a smile wide on his face.

"Did you sleep well, Jungkook-a?"

"Mhm."

Seokjin nodded and returned to finishing the sandwiches, "that's good."

"Can I have extra sugar on mine, hyung?" The small boy asked. Seokjin laughed playfully.

"Of course, I can do that right now." Seokjin said while liberally sprinkling brown sugar over the eggs and cabbage.

Jungkook took the plate from the older and sat at the table after thanking Seokjin for the food.

Jungkook always loved egg sandwiches for breakfast, especially when his mom made them for him and his brother. They really were the best he'd ever had.

Even with having one now, made by someone completely different to his mother, Jungkook still felt at home. Even with his mind wanted to get rid of everything he'd just eaten he felt at home.

Did Seokjin just have this effect on people?

He just had such a paternal feeling to him, like his father away from home. It was nice.

Namjoon woke up within the next few minutes, mostly due to Seokjin hitting two baking sheets together on purpose. While all that happened, Jungkook sat laughing with a large smile spread across his face.

Pure, unfiltered joy is what he felt in that moment.

As he'd soon learn, moments would only last for so long.

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Jungkook, Seokjin, and Namjoon had been sitting on the couch playing uno for almost half an hour before Jungkook's stomach started hurting.

He felt panic building inside of him as more time went on along with the pain in his stomach. No, no, no this can't happen again!

He couldn't throw up again, or not here, at the very least.

Suppressing the urge to vomit made Jungkook feel like his entire digestive system was about to explode but he had to get somewhere that wasn't here.

"Hey, uh, where- where is the bathroom?" Jungkook started looking around nervously but it didn't seem like Seokjin had noticed.

"Oh, it's right down the hall, second door on the left." Seokjin said, motioning towards the hallway.

Jungkook stood up and bowed slightly, much to the displeasure of his stomach. Once he was out of Seokjin and Namjoon's sight he clung to the wall and dragged himself to the restroom. His hands were shaking in panic, what if they heard him? Would they kick him out, would they leave him there to waste away?

He had virtually no way of telling which only made his anxiety worse.

Jungkook finally reached the desired room and quickly turned the faucet on before collapsing in a heap of his own limps on the floor next to the toilet. His eyes were wide and his arms shook out of pure anxiety. It felt like his digestive system was tying itself in knots the longer he said before he eventually spat out all he had eaten previously, the only warmth against his thin, lanky body being his clothing.

He was drenched in sweat, tears rolling out his eyes as he turned slowly towards the door.

"Hey, Jungkook? You okay, it's been a while," Namjoon asked apprehensively.

Nonononono he can't be here! He can't find out, no one can! Jungkook's thoughts screamed so loudly it drowned out all other noise.

Jungkook stared blankly at the wall, his eyes glazed over. They were going to find him, weren't they? It wasn't like he could just jump out a window or anything, he was practically a walking skeleton at this point.

He really was the worst, wasn't he?

They would find him and throw him out. Leave him to die, it's not like that wasn't going to happen anyways. Just speeding up the process, right?

Then the door knob turned. 

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Hi hello, you are not mistaken, I did indeed update this. I'm so sorry about the wait, I've been going through shit AGAIN because life really just never gives me a break although it's not as bad as it was before so that's always a plus. 

I'm always always up for requests for major/minor plot points here and in my oneshot book so if you want, request ahead. I'm going to start on the next chapter soon so maybe it'll come out eventually. 

As always, have a great day and if not I hope it gets better for you!