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꧁ Chapter eleven ꧂

A/N : I finally made all of them gay, didn't I ? 🙂
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Tick tock tick tock.

His room was drawn in an immensely cold and savage silence only to be hindered by the sound of clock's ticking.

Jungkook felt jammed in his room so he walked up to the balcony behind his room. It was small, leaving space only for two people to stand on it at the same time. When he pushed the sliding door, the midnight air blew against his face, shivering him to the bones as it was bitterly cold.

He took a stand there, crossing his arms against his chest, more like hugging himself. His mind was messed up and sleep was no where to be seen, so to be freshen up was the only option he had left.

He let out a heavy sigh thinking back to their date, how it became awkward after Jimin found him in the room. Now when he thought of it again, what a lame excuse he gave Jimin to escape, Jimin knew him too much. More ever, how long was he to hide that he had Dryditch fever, huh ?!

A fever, it is indeed. Though it might sound so plain to your ears but the pain that wrecks inside him is neither plain nor tolerable.

And who knows ?! Maybe Jimin would never find out the harsh truth.

Back in the day, after the atmosphere in the room grew heavier, Jungkook walked Jimin to his apartment. Jimin was deep in thought when they walked through the narrow halls. Jungkook didn't bother him either, they kept on dragging their feet more like forcibly without any exchange of words between them. Jimin only planted a small kiss on his forehead with a smile that never fell from his lips before the door closed before him. But Jungkook could see through his whole façade, not to mention. Jimin wasn't happy, he was bothered by something. Maybe Jimin knew him well enough, Jungkook knew him too.

Just when he kept on thinking what happened and what to do next, his phone rang.

Wondering who was bothering to call him at such a time, Jungkook fished out his phone from his Pajama pocket. A gentle smile spreading wide across his face when he saw who was calling.

" Jungkook... " the man's husky voice came through the phone. " how are you feeling now ? "

' Of course, he's the doctor. What else would he ask ? ', Jungkook rolled his eyes as he thought.

" Not good, not bad either. I'm just doing fine hyung. " He replied back. " I took the pills in time. So- no worries. "

After a small silence the man hummed as a response. " That's good. Don't ever delay your medicines, okay? You know what will happen if you do. " That was something his brother repeated to him over more than a year. And every time the elder reminded him that, a cold shiver went down his spines.

Jungkook's lips turned into a frown right away as always. Just the memory of that pain would be enough to numb his legs and make him whimper with no obvious reason at all.

" How could I forget that ?! ", he huffed.

Jungkook couldn't hear what his brother said at next because Hoseok's yell came filling his ears. Jungkook couldn't understand what he said either since two voices clashed with each other in his ears.

To see what the hassle was, he turned around. Just then Hoseok entered in to his room with a box which looked quite large in size in his hand. Then he closed the door behind him carefully, not to make too much noise. Unlike Jungkook though.

'He might have called my name' , he guessed.

Hoseok was wearing an oversized white shirt with black shorts which made him look tiny in them. By seeing Jungkook holding his phone next to his ear, Hoseok asked " Who are you talking to ? "