Forget Me Not

Chapter Seventeen

Jungkook was shaking. Taehyung was passed out on a bed next to a bandaged Jin, and Jungkook was shaking. It had been an hour. The blood had stopped, the place was warded, Yoongi was passed out from over exhaustion on the couch. Jimin was laying on top of him, worrying to himself, and Namjoon was throwing away unneeded trash from potions made for their wounds, whilst Hoseok baked,-... brownies?

It was his way to cope, the youngest thinks.

He also thinks that he's really fucked. Taehyung could have died, and he would have never gotten to tell his Hyung that he loved him,- no, that he was in love with him. So when, if, he woke up,- Jungkook had to. He had to, he had to, he had to. So Taehyung would be turning him down soon, breaking his heart.

At least he wasn't fucking dead.

He sighed for the nth time of the evening, raking his hand through his hair again. He hadn't been able to stay still, not when he was as anxious and angry as he was.

"Can't you guys apparate?" he asked in a rather harsh way to Namjoon. "Can't you go get them help?"

"If Yoongi tried he'd die, Namjoon's too drained, Hoseok can't, and I have a minor concussion." Jin sighed.

"Tae is okay, Kookie. He just lost a lot of blood." Namjoon said, voice slurred, "He's okay. Yoongi promised us."

"Two coke bottles, the big ones,-..." Jimin muttered, clearly on the brink of falling asleep. "That much...,- could kill him."

Jungkook just rolled his eyes to look back over at Taehyung. At seeing the boy, he could feel the scowl on his face lift up to a softer expression as he stood up to fully kneel beside him, resting forehead to forehead. "I'm so sorry, Tae," he whispered, his Hyungs noticing his private conversation and moving to converse among themselves. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you... I tried, I really tried, and I'm sorry it wasn't enough." he took a deep breath before continuing. "It took me two years. Two years to completely fall for you,- and,- and I know you may not feel the same,- for fucks sake, you're unconscious, you aren't even listening,- but this is for me so don't talk about it,-  but you may not feel the same, and that's okay. I didn't ever expect you to. You're a free spirit, and I don't want to restrain you. Not because I love you like that, and I'm okay with hurting if it would make you happy, Just,- wake up soon, Tae..."

The elder shifted unconsciously towards Jungkook,- curly natural brown, default tan skin.

The image of him bleeding, pressed against a tree,- dementor grasping onto him flashed through Jungkook's mind. So close to being too late.

Tae moved again, this time a soft whine emitting from his mouth. "Wan' Koo."

"I'm right here, Tae," Jungkook smiled lightly, moving up his hand to comb through Taehyung's hair. "I'm not going anywhere."

"He's awake?" Jin asked, turning weakly. He too was worn,- having taken charge of healing himself and Taehyung in areas Yoongi couldn't.

"Mh-" the man in question responded, "My leg-," he shifted it and his face turned sour, "Hurts."

"It'll be better in a few hours,- beauty of magic." Joon huffed, gently moving to Jin's side of the bed to lay down, resting his head on his propped up boyfriend's chest. Avoiding his wounds carefully.

"Just don't move around too much now," Jungkook smiled down at him. "But,- is everything else okay?"

"I-" he stopped, reaching out, "You're okay? The Hyungs?"

"Everyone is okay, Tae," he reassured. "I'm asking if the rest of you is okay,- don't be so selfless."

"It was cold." he paused, swallowing. "Scary?"