Remember

Sick

The extremely hot May rolled around after a few months, and college finally, finally ended. However, the 95 degrees F weather didn't exactly make them feel any better. Jimin woke up the next day with a migraine, the bright sun now rising earlier in the summer. "Oh my fuck," Jimin covered his face with a pillow. His ears were ringing and he felt like someone was hammering at his brain.

"Jimin, wake up," Hoseok barged into the room. "Jimin?"

"What?" Jimin groaned, his voice croaky. "My head hurts." He popped his head out from under the pillow, eyes squinting from the bright room.

"Fuck, do you need anything? Green tea? Soup?" Hoseok put a hand on his forehead. "Damn, you're fucking hot." Jimin bit his lip.

"Not the time," he smacked his hand away. "But that would be nice."

"No I meant about your temperature," Hoseok attempted to explain but could already see Jimin getting offended. "Never mind. Let me go get you something to eat, yeah?"

"Where's Jimin?" Yoongi asked seeing Hoseok come down the stairs alone.

"Sick," Hoseok sighed. "I'll make him some soup. Start eating without me."

"No no," Yoongi got up from his seat. "I'll make it, you go ahead. I'm scared you'll burn the house down." Hoseok scoffed, playfully acting offended before beginning to eat. "Fatass actually started without me," Yoongi mumbled.

"You TOLD me to," Hoseok threw the chopsticks down.

"I'm kidding," Yoongi laughed, throwing the veggies intothe mixture. "Eat up fatass."

Yoongi and Hoseok let a few hours fly by before checking up on Jimin again. The curtain they hung over the older one prevented sunlight from entering the room making it pitch black. A small Disney princess night bulb was near the left side of Jimin's bed in case he ever needed anything and had to look for it. Jimin was hidden under the covers, half his leg hanging out as he slept peacefully. "So what do we do?" Yoongi asked. "He's asleep."

"Shower with me?" Hoseok suggested. Yoongi shrugged and they both walked out, closing the door all the way. "Strip." Yoongi was about to pull his shirt off as Hoseok said that making him stop in his tracks.

"Don't try and assert your dominance you fucking bottom," Yoongi laughed, pulling his shirt over his head. "I'm just here to cleanse myself." Hoseok laughed as well, both getting butt ass naked like it was nothing to them. Which it wasn't. Jimin had started the odd trend with them a month into their move in. He wanted to "save water bills" but in reality, everyone knew he just loved affection and wanted to be close with them at all times. They grew into it and now, no one really showered without another unless they really wanted to.

Yoongi stepped in first, Hoseok right behind him. "To this day, I'm still impressed by your dick size," Hoseok smiled, reaching up from the shampoo.

Yoongi mumbled a small "thanks" as Hoseok rubbed in the amazing smelling shampoo into his hair. The warm shower hit against their skin, their muscles relaxing as the heat rose up in the air and fogged the glass. Once Hoseok finished, it was Yoongi's turn to return the favor. He massaged the shampoo in, and then they washed it out, avoiding getting it into their eyes. "So what do we tell Jinsoul?" Yoongi asked, now applying conditioner and soap. Sope. "Do we just tell her he's sick?"

"Yeah, what else," Hoseok laughed. "I think we should take him to the hospital. I don't really know what to do with him." Yoongi was about to answer when he heard Jimin yelling his name. "It's Jimin," Hoseok opened the shower door, conditioner still in his hair. They both ran out, grabbing a shirt or some shorts to quickly get to his room. "Jimin?!"

"Guys," Jimin sat upright in his bed, the light turned on all the way. "I feel better, thank you, but... I need to go... somewhere."

"Why? Where are you going?" Yoongi asked, concerned. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"M-My mom just passed away," Jimin's eyes welled up. "I wanna go home." Yoongi and Hoseok exchanged a glance and both embraced the boy in their arms. They let him stay wrapped up in their warmth, sobbing lightly until he was ready to speak again. "So I'll be heading to Busan tonight," Jimin pouted. "I have to."

"Don't worry about it, I'll go order the train ticket," Yoongi left the room. Hoseok kept his arms wrapped around Jimin, Jimin holding his waist and head on his chest.

"I'm really sorry..." Hoseok hugged him tighter. "I'm sure she's all the way up there. In heaven."

"Mhm," Jimin nodded. "With your and Yoongi's mom."

"That's right," Hoseok went along with him. "I bet all 3 of them are gonna gossip about their 3 shitty children without realizing we're best friends." Jimin giggled.

"My mom knew you guys," Jimin told him. "I wish you could've met her and we meet your mom, Hobi."

"I would've loved to meet your mom. My mom though... I'm sure she would've loved you," Hoseok imagined her smiling face. "Maybe back then she would've."

"'Back then?'" Jimin repeated.

"She changed," Hoseok told him. "As years passed, she became different. But that's not the point, let's get you packed, yeah?"

"Tell me about your mom someday," Jimin pleaded. He had a red nose and cheeks, warm tears still streaming down them. His eyes sparkled at the idea of Hoseok finally opening up to them about his past, once he was comfortable of course. "All of your family."

"I will," Hoseok pat his head. "Now let's pack."

"You guys can come with," Jimin motioned. He was now full packed for his stay in Busan, standing by the front door of the house. The taxi wait outside for him to take him to the train station.

"It's best if you go alone, Jimin," Yoongi swallowed. "Plus, I don't want to go through this again." Jimin nodded in understanding.

"I'll be back in a few days," he hugged them both tightly. "Bye. I love you."

"I love you, too," Yoongi waved.

"Love you more," Hoseok closed the door seeing Jimin get into the taxi and drive off. "I'm gonna go wash this conditioner out." Yoongi decided to go to his room and text Jinsoul the news.

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Hoseok ran his fingers through his wet red locks, thinking about what Jimin said. How he wish he met Hoseok's mom. How he made himself feel better by imagining all of their dead mothers in heaven talking about their children. How he had so much innocence in him that it was almost manipulative. Hoseok poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, shaking the thoughts off. He would have to tell them about his family one day anyways. It was merely impossible to hide it forever from them. He cared about the two and didn't want to keep secrets like this. Not with them.

Real question is not what their reaction would be, but instead will they believe him?

I- okay? This chapter was so stupid but anygays, I'm excited since imma finally start getting more into Sope 🥵 prepare your napkins and towels ❤️ also yes, I will finally start revealing more about Hoseok!