Kim Seokjin pov
Is thAT TAEHYUNG? WHAT THE HECK IS HE DOING HERE? SO THAT'S HIS NEW BOYFRIEND… The phrase of Taehyung saying he never loved me rings in my mind. Hold on, so was this the guy Tae liked all along… Jungkook, this kid he always talked about… Kookie? Makes sense. He's Namjoon's brother too?! This day gets better and better. Wait. I kept both of them apart. This is my fault. My fault for being selfish. I'm a terrible person. Do I even deserve happiness? I was a roadblock to someone's happiness. I… I wasted years for Tae's life. I didn't want to let him go. I don't deserve him, I never did. I don't deserve Joon. I don't deserve anyone. The world around me starts spinning and flickering. I can hear faint voices call my name. It seems like I'm underwater?
"JIN?" I hear Joonie call my name.
"Joon?" The world becomes black.
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Where am I? This bed is comfortable. This can't be a hospital. Wait I've been on this bed before… WAIT A SECOND… my face immediately heats up. I didn't f with him again did I? I quickly check under the blanket. Oh, I'm still clothed. WAIT THESE AREN'T MINE…
"KIM NAMJOON!" I screech. Omg. He really didn't…
"Jinnie? What's wrong?" Concern reflects in Joonie's voice. Holy- this was a bad idea. Joon walks in half naked with his bare chest showing, the dark circles are clear around his eyes and his bed hair looks so fluffy. Uwu. JIN CONCENTRATE.
"YOU DIDN'T…" I ask pointing to my attire. His face burns bright as he explains.
"Well, ER, after you passed out, I called Yoongi to call Hoseok. I figured you guys are real close since he has a spare key to your house. In a hurry, he didn't bring the spare key and it's rude to rummage through your pockets so we just brought you to my place then Hobi helped you change clothes. I hope you're ok with that?" Joon mumbles, he scratches his head and watches me intently.
"Oh." My mouth forms into a tiny 'o' before I decide to snuggle back into the covers. It's so comfy. It smells nice too… maybe me and Joonie could switch apartments… mhm… I stare at Joonie as he walks over and places his hand on my forehead.
"You also have a bit of a fever, you should really take better care of yourself…" Joon frowns before taking a small bowl of water and dips a cloth in it. He then places the tiny cloth on my forehead. I blush. Why is he so nice?
"So… that was Taehyung?" He asks as he sits himself down on my bed(wait wth) his bed.
I roll over to face the wall, away from Joon as the negative emotions start to bubble up. Hmphhh…
"Yup… I was such an idiot. He was always talking about your brother. I feel so bad for keeping them apart… I'm so selfish…" I mumble into the sheets as I pull a random crab plushie into my hands and grab it tightly. I can feel the waterworks starting. Ugh. I hate myself for this.
"Listen Jinnie, it's no one's fault ok? Just focus on getting better ok?" Namjoon runs his hair through my purple locks gently and begins to massage my head.
"ER… I'm so sorry Joon, can you help me but… Ginseng Chicken soup please? I'll pass you back the money later." I asked quietly. I don't like the idea of people freeloading on me and the idea of me freeloading on someone else makes me gag.
"No problem, hold on." Joon whips out his phone from the pocket of his basketball shorts and quickly orders the soup. I drool at the pictures he shows me. Gawd, I'm damn hungry. I want to take a smoke. Ugh. Should I…
"Joonie, I'll relay tenfold after this, I'm so sorry I keep bothering you… can you help me get my cigarettes?" I ask in my sweetest voice possible. I cross my fingers behind my back. Joonie frowns then boops my nose before turning back to order food.
"No Jin, I'm Definitely not getting you cigarettes, if I could, I'd raid your house and throw away all of them. You should stop smoking." Ugh.
"Who made you my mom?" I whine.
"Hoseok did, but I'm no mom, I prefer to be a daddy?" He winks at me and I feel my face flush up to a tomato degree.
"SHUDDUP."
"Hehe you're welcome."
I huff and pull the blanket over my head. I feel the bed dip slightly and Namjoon's voice becomes slightly louder.
"So? What happened yesterday?" Joon asks gently as he places his hand on my cloth head and massages it slightly.
-awkward silence-
"What does it matter to you. We're not actually friends anyways." I immediately feel regret as the angsty remark leaves my mouth. I really shouldn't have said that. The but of pressure on my head immediately vanishes.
I peak out of the blanket to see Joon glancing down, his eyes glazed over and there's this look of hurt.
"I'm sorry… I just… don't wanna talk about it."
"It's ok, you don't have to…" he immediately pulls me into a hug. Mhm… warm. NOT NOW JIN, NOT A GREAT TIME TO START GETTING WHIPPED
"Mhm… can I have my soup?" I look up with puppy eyes to see Joon look back at me confused before it hits him.
"The soup's coming in 5 minutes hold on…"
"You can't cook can't your?" I'm just desperate to get my mind off what happened yesterday.
"ER…" Joon glances around looking for an excuse.
"I can't chop an onion and I can burn a pan but somehow not burn the fried rice in the pan… I bet that explains it to you." I snort.
"You're really a terrible cook!" We both laugh for a while until a little 'ding dong' emits from near the front door.
"That's your soup!" Joon winks at me before getting off the bed and it bounces back up. Oof.
"Thank you!" I hear a door click shut and shuffling of feet.
A few minutes later, Joon finally, FINALLY arrives with my soup. It smells so freaking good!! Omg!! Even though I'm sick, my appetite hasn't gone down the slightest. MHMMMMMMMMM…
"Take your time, I'm not working today."
"Don't you only work at night? It's not like I'm gonna bunk here till so late." I miss my bed, it's a lot softer than Joon's. And I need a smoke. Real fast.
"Who do you think sets the club up or cleans up all the vomit, condoms and all sorts of gritty stuff?"
"O" my mouth forms a tiny 'o'.
"I thought that Bartenders don't do that sort of dirty work?"
"Let's say we're low on staff, I get paid slightly more too." Joon smiles. Hmm… did he take work off for me?
