Jeon's family is a happy family, despite having only one son named Jeon Jungkook. They were content with their biological son, who was a good boy and respected both of his parents. Mr. and Mrs. Jeon knew their son was lonely at home and needed frien...
After two days in the hospital, Jimin was finally allowed to go home. Jungkook, taking on the full responsibility of caring for him, had prepared everything meticulously. His parents were ready to help, but Jungkook insisted on being there for every small detail, completely dedicated to Jimin’s recovery.
As soon as they stepped inside the house, Jungkook gently led Jimin to the couch, his hands steady but cautious, making sure Jimin moved slowly and comfortably. His eyes never left Jimin, scanning him for any sign of discomfort.
“Is it okay? Are you comfortable?” Jungkook asked, his voice gentle but filled with concern, as if every breath Jimin took needed his careful attention.
“Kookie hyung, I’m fine,” Jimin replied, flashing a soft smile to reassure his brother. “You’re worrying too much.”
Jungkook wasn’t satisfied. He crouched in front of Jimin, his eyes filled with worry. “Do you want to lie down? Maybe that’ll be better.”
Jimin chuckled softly. “No, really, I’m comfortable now,” he repeated, trying to ease his brother’s nerves. “You don’t need to fuss over me.”
But Jungkook wasn’t done. “Do you need anything? Water? Food? Anything to help?”
Jimin sighed inwardly. This was exactly why he had hesitated to tell Jungkook about his illness from the start. He knew his brother would overthink everything, drowning in concern and trying to take care of every single detail. It was both touching and overwhelming.
“Hyung…” Jimin called out, his voice firm yet gentle enough to get Jungkook’s attention.
Jungkook immediately quieted down, his full focus on Jimin as if the world outside didn’t exist anymore.
“I’m worried,” Jungkook finally admitted, his voice breaking through the silence, heavy with emotion.
“I know,” Jimin replied, his tone soft but steady. He understood how his brother felt, but he had to calm him down. “But I’m okay. I’ve told you that many times, haven’t I?” He smiled reassuringly, hoping his words would ease the tension in Jungkook’s heart.
“I-I just…,” Jungkook stammered, his voice faltering as he struggled to express everything weighing on him. The words seemed stuck, caught between his love for Jimin and his fear of losing him.
Jimin patted the empty spot next to him on the couch. “Come here, sit with me,” he said. Jungkook, still looking a little lost, obediently sat down. As soon as he did, Jimin wrapped his arm around Jungkook’s, resting his head on his older brother’s broad shoulder.
“I’m sorry if I made you worry,” Jimin said softly, guilt evident in his voice. “I never wanted to keep this from you.”
Jungkook’s voice was thick with emotion as he whispered, “Mochi, you have to tell me everything from now on. Please, don’t ever hide anything from me again.”
He was still hurt that Jimin had kept his illness a secret, and it stung even more knowing that Mingyu had known the entire time. But in the end, Jungkook was also grateful that Mingyu had been there to support Jimin during his treatment when he couldn’t.
“I promise,” Jimin said, his eyes sincere. “I won’t hide anything from you ever again.”
“Can I trust that?” Jungkook teased, the corner of his mouth curving into a faint smile, though the worry hadn’t fully left his eyes.
“Hyung!” Jimin laughed, playfully smacking Jungkook’s arm, glad to finally break the tension between them.
Jungkook chuckled softly, feeling a little lighter now. For the moment, Jimin seemed okay, but they both knew there was still a tough journey ahead. Jimin’s chemotherapy wasn’t over, and he had to endure more treatments before surgery could even be considered. The side effects would only get worse, and Jimin would need all the support he could get. Jungkook silently promised himself that he would be there for him through it all, his unwavering source of strength.
“Alright, time for your meds,” Jungkook said, standing up and heading to the kitchen.
Jimin sighed dramatically when Jungkook returned with a glass of water and four pills in his hand. “I hate this,” Jimin mumbled, frowning as he eyed the pills. The dosage had increased, and he was not happy about it.
“I know,” Jungkook said, handing them over with a firm but sympathetic look. “But you have to take them.”
Jimin sighed again, louder this time, before reluctantly swallowing the pills one by one, chasing them down with water.
“Good job,” Jungkook said approvingly, his tone lightening. “Now, take a rest. I’ve got some work to catch up on.”
He placed a cushion at the end of the couch and gently nudged Jimin to lie down, his hands tender but insistent.
“I don’t want to sleep,” Jimin whined, his eyes pleading as he looked up at Jungkook.
“You don’t have to sleep,” Jungkook replied with a gentle smile. “Just rest.”
“No,” Jimin said, stubborn as ever. “I want to come with you.”
“But baby—”
“Let’s go!” Jimin cut him off, already standing up and tugging on Jungkook’s hand, his energy seemingly back in full force.
“You’re so stubborn,” Jungkook said, shaking his head with a helpless smile.
“I know,” Jimin replied with a mischievous grin, practically skipping down the stairs, pulling Jungkook behind him.
Once they reached the office, Jungkook sat down at his desk and opened his laptop, glancing at the backlog of emails. “I’ll be busy for a bit, okay?”
“Hyung, I’ll sit at my table,” Jimin said, settling at his own desk across from Jungkook. “Call me if you need anything.”
“You really should be—”
“I’m resting at my table, don’t worry,” Jimin interrupted, waving his hand dismissively.
Jungkook smiled to himself as he focused on his work. However, not even fifteen minutes later, he looked up and found Jimin already fast asleep, his head resting on his arms. His face was serene, the usual signs of stress and fatigue melted away in his peaceful slumber.
Jungkook quietly stood up and walked over to his brother, leaning down to gently kiss Jimin’s forehead.
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“I love you, Mochi,” he whispered softly, his heart full as he watched over his sleeping brother, knowing that, for now, Jimin was at peace.
