There Was Nothing You Could Do

-𝑇𝑎𝑒ℎ𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑔-

I wake up and my neck feels like it's on fire.

I sit up and look over to Yoongi's bed.

Jimin sits cross-legged and Yoongi is asleep behind him.

He's staring at me.

"W-what?!"

"Can I come look at your neck?"

"W-why?"

"I just wanna make sure it's okay." He pouts.

Jimin climbs into my bed and sits cross-legged in front of me.

"Can I touch?" He flexes his hands like a baby which causes me to laugh.

I nod.

He looks hesitant.

"You look a lot worse than Yoongi-hyung."

He brings his small hand to the right side of my neck.

The air in the room is cold, which made my entire body that way, but Jimin's soft and gentle touch brings warmth to my neck.

"What was going on in the bathroom?" He looks up at me.

"I..."

"You can tell me." He laughs at my hesitance.

"I was throwing up..."

"Oh, well you're better now."

"Blood."

"What!?" He pulls his hand back and shouts, "You what!?"

This time he wakes Yoongi up.

"Shut the fuck up! I'm sleeping." He rolls over and glares at me, but softens his eyes when he notices I didn't do anything.

"Jimin...what are you doing?"

"He was throwing up blood?!"

"Uh...yeah..."

"And you didn't tell me?!"

"I didn't want to worry you."

Jimin sighs and turns back to me.

"Did you get up at all Tae?" Yoongi sits up.

"N-no...I think I'm good."

"That stutter is going away too." He smiles and rubs his neck, but winces as he does so.

"Can I-"

"Yup."

Jimin puts his hand back on my neck, and it's warm again.

He has a sad expression on his face as he strokes the right side of my neck.

"What?"

"I just feel bad."

His hand slowly moves under my chin, "Be careful, p-please."

He nods.

It still hurts, but not as much as it did when Hoseok-hyung touched it yesterday.

"Why is yours so much worse?" He moves to the left side.

"Appa...he had m-me a lot more."

Jimin holds his hand on my neck for a few seconds, then I see tears build in his eyes.

He pulls me into a hug and barries his face in my chest, "I missed you so much...I was so afraid that I'd never to see you...anyone, ever again..."

"I-it's okay." I put my hand on his head and mess with his hair.

There's a knock on the door, "Hey you two. I was thinking we head out somewhere and get some breakfast?" Jin sounds like he just woke up.

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah." Yoongi scratches his head.

"Good morning. Oh hey Jimin." It takes him a second to realize what he just said, "Oh my god! Jimin!" He picks him up off my bed and hugs him.

Jimin laughs a bit, "I missed you too hyung."

"Jungkook is going to be so happy!"

I hear a yawn from the hall, "Jungkook stop being so lazy and just walk." Hobi complains.

"But I wanna go back to sleep~"

"Fine! Then you won't eat breakfast."

"Aish! That's cold hyung."

I see Jungkook emerge in the doorway.

He yawns, closing his eyes, and scratches his head.

Is he insane? It's so cold outside and he doesn't have a shirt on?!

He opens his eyes and gasps, "J-Jimin-shii?"

Jimin looks at him, and I can only assume he smiles.

Jungkook runs at him and hugs him.

"I thought you were gone...I'm sorry I couldn't...I'm sorry..."

"It's not your fault."

Jungkook breaks the hug and wipes his tears.

He pulls something from his sweatpants pocket, Jimin's inhaler.

Jimin grabs it as if his life depended upon it, which it kinda does.

"Did they not give you a new one?"

"Nope. I don't know why."

Namjoon is the last one to walk in. He's half asleep, maybe even more than that.

"Ah, you're back Jiminie." He pats Jimin's head.

"I think he'll notice later." Yoongi mouths to Jimin and I.

"Yah! Come on! Lets go get breakfast!" Jin walls out the door and we all follow him.

I watch as Yoongi hands Jungkook a sweatshirt as we walk out.

Jimin walks next to me and wraps his arm around my shoulders, "I'm happy to be back."

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I hope you stay and read until the end. Have a lovely day! <3