"Do you know Annyeonghaseyo?"

15

It'd now been about a month. Jeongguk was still in his coma, Abby was able to talk properly again, Taehyung refused to leave the youngers side, Namjoon had a big secret, and Jin was stressed over so much.

Taehyung's POV:

I was laying next to Jeongguk still. I'd been there for the past two days. I hadn't even eaten. I refused to leave my baby bunny's side.

Suddenly Jin burst into the room, scaring me. "Get up." He demanded. I simply rolled over and hugged Jeongguk closer. "Listen to your mother and get your dirty, smelly, starved self out of that fucking bed before I drag you out by your over-grown hair!" Jin walked over to the side of the bed that I was laying on and grabbed my wrist, pulling me up. "You haven't showered in over two weeks, you've not eaten a proper meal in three, and you haven't changed clothes in who knows how fucking long!" Jin shouted, glaring at me. "You need a hair cut too! You're a god damn mess!"

I bit my lower lip, looking up at him through my lashes. He was right, of course. About everything. I smelled horrible, I looked horrible, and I needed to eat.
"I-I'll shower a-and eat something, hyung. C-Could you get me food an-and some clothes?" I asked him. My voice was hoarse and dry, probably from how long it'd been since I'd drank anything and from how much I'd been crying.

"Of course. But, you have to go home and shower. 'Kay? That way you can get the clothes you want, and so that your dad can see that you're alive." Jin explained. A feeling of panic came rushing over me. I hadn't been 'home' in over a month. Hell, I never left the hospital! I was by Jeonggukie's side 24/7. I even cursed out a doctor for trying to get me to leave the room. 

My dad was going to be so pissed off at me. He would be drunk and angry. He'd most likely beat me!

Jin must've seen my alarm because the next thing I knew, he was hugging me and offering to let me use the shower at his house.

"R-Really?" I cried, begging that he was telling the truth. I couldn't face my dad... And if I did, I couldn't tell him where I had been the past month! He's the most homophobic person I'd ever met. He'd murder me!

I couldn't just go home and say: 'Hey, dad, I'm home! I was at the hospital with my boyfriend who's in a coma because of me!' My dad would be so enraged...

"Of course, Taehyung. I'll drive you there, you can use some of my little brother's clothes, and I'll cook something for you. Okay?" He asked. I simply nodded my head, sighing and looking over at my beautiful baby boy. I missed him so much.

"Y-Yeah, okay."

A/N: Short, filler chapter cause I'm losing insperation for this book!