A Clan Of Misfits (TTEOTS x BTS)

Chapter 14 - What's Underneath

"Eight, nothing is happening." You had your augs on full power with your eyes closed and Five's hand encased in your own. You were slowly rocking back and forth, focusing intently on the feeling of him. Again, he was warm, but there was nothing spectacular. Eight wasn't having any of it.
"Trust me, he loves it when I tell this story. So anyway, I gave Monarch his favourite toy to play with while I was gone..." You opened your eyes to watch Eight animatedly tell the same story for the hundredth time that day. It was Eight's idea to get each member in here to share their personal moments with Five so you could feel for a reaction. You must admit, it was a good plan, but you couldn't help feeling bad for Eight with how desperately he wanted it to work. He noticed you staring and smirked. "Seven, not a time to get distracted..." You rolled your eyes.
"I was just thinking." Eight leaned in closer, bringing a hand onto your knee. You had no doubt he was trying to distract himself.
"About what?" You were ready to beat him up at the faintest hint of pink glow, but he never did try to use his augs. Maybe he learned from last time.
"Just... stuff with Five." Eight looked down and then to his friend laying on the crisp sheets. You could only imagine his pain. He was the one who came in everyday to keep Five shaved and clean. The staff could use more modern techniques to keep everything in check, but Eight insisted and craved the small moments he had with him. It was amazing to see how much Five was loved by everyone. Even Four came to visit sometimes. He liked to pretend Six made him come, but you knew that deep down he cared. He was just too proud to admit it, even to you.
"Tae..." Your eyes shot to Eight. He never used real names; when Five had told you his name was Taehyung, Eight had scolded him. It was just something Eight thought was important. You had the feeling that he was constantly trying to prove a point to the people around him - that he likes and takes pride in who he is - Eight. Maybe it was true, maybe not. Eight ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "This isn't working, is it?" He looked at you in defeat. "He's never waking up." Tears brimmed in his eyes, but all emotion was drained from his face.
"No. Don't say that."
"Even if I don't say it, it's still true!"
"Ei-"
"STOP IT! I CAN'T DO IT ANYMORE!" He stood up violently, throwing his chair to the ground as he did so. His voice fell to a broken whisper. "I can't do it... I can't..." He looked at Five before shutting his eyes and grasping his hair. He had begun to tremble and his tears were now rolling down his cheeks. Although surprised, you stood up and pulled him into a hug without hesitation. He allowed himself to fold into your smaller arms and sobbed as you held him. As your own tears fell, you tightened your grip and stroked his pink hair. You remembered seeing Five always playing with Eight's hair.
"We can do it together, okay? I promise you I will not give up on Taehyung. Never. And neither will the others." His breathing grew calmer and you continued to soothe him. Finally, he sniffed and looked up, hiding his face in his long sleeves. You wanted to smile at his sudden change of character; you wouldn't believe that this was the same person who tried to seduce you.
"You actually promise?" He wiped his eyes and stood up straight so he was his normal height - slightly taller than yourself. He took a deep breath to calm down and you ruffled his hair and pinched his cheeks. God, those cheeks.
"Promise." He grinned at your playfulness and squished yours in return. You loved his natural charisma. He really didn't need his augs to befriend someone. The silly faces you made elicited a giggle from Eight and he brought his hands up to once again cover his face. "Heyyyy~" You tugged on his sleeves to bring his hands back down and he held onto you softly. "What made you so shy all of a sudden?" His eyes disappeared with the smile he gave you.
"I go all puffy when I cry."
"You look cute!"
"Ahhh, I'm not meant to be cute..." He bit his lip and looked into your eyes. "I'm meant to be sexy." You swallowed hard when his grip on you tightened and he pulled himself closer to you. His body radiated heat. A flicker of pink shone in his eyes and before you could say anything he was holding your face in his hands, stroking your cheeks delicately with his thumbs. "Do you think... I'm sexy?" His eyes drifted down to rest on your lips. Your face reddened immediately and you were about to pull away when he burst into laughter. "Seven, I'm kidding! I know how uncomfortable you got last time, but I couldn't resist." He gave you a playful punch and you gave one back, slightly harder than you had intended. Kind of.
"Wow, you really are taking after Six." He stopped rubbing his arm to raise his eyebrows at you.
"Six does this stuff to you? Oh he is gonna have to answer to-" The medical ward doors swished open and two pairs of footsteps echoed your way.
"Hiyaaa~"