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"...killed on the 9th. Police still have no lea-"

Taehyung quickly shut the TV off, looking over his shoulder to Jungkook, who was still asleep in the hospital bed.

He sighed and dropped the remote, walking back over. He took the seat beside the boys head, holding Jungkook's cold hand.

His crush since elementary school didn't look well. He was pale and sweaty, despite being cold, and he was weaker then Taehyung had ever seen him.

He bit his lip, squeezing Jungkook's hand.

The doctor had yet to diagnose the boy, and with every passing hour, Taehyung feared it was something that hadn't been discovered yet, meaning there was no cure.

He shook his head, refusing to let himself think like that. 

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Jungkook's forehead.

The boy was unresponsive.

Taehyung checked to make sure he was still breathing, and sighed again.

"Jungkookie...if you need a heart...I'll give you mine."

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