"You know that I can't
Show you me
Give you me
I can't show you a ruined part of myself
Once again I put a mask again and go to see you
But I still want you"
Freaking Jungkook kills me everytime he sings the "I still want you" Jisoos

*Time Skip cause I'm lazy.
Let's say we skipped ahead a few weeks, so Tae and Kook have been dating for like two or three months.*

"Tae!" Jungkook shouted in the middle of his spouts of coughing. "T-T-Tae!"

Taehyung sprinted into the room, almost slipping on the wood floor. "Kookie? What is it?"

Jungkook's coughing fit continued as he held a towel over his mouth to prevent the blood from getting everywhere.

Taehyung's eyes went wide as he searched the room for Jungkook's inhaler, finding it on the nightstand. He grabbed it and held it to Jungkook's lips. "Here you go."

After inhaling the medicine, Jungkook took a deep breath. Taehyung, with a racing heart, wiped the remaining blood off of Jungkook's face.

"Are you feeling better, baby?" Taehyung swept Jungkook's fringe out of his eyes.

"I-I'm just t-tired. I think I'm g-going to take a n-nap." Jungkook slowly made his way to the bed, with Taehyung's arms helping him. Jungkook gripped onto Taehyung's arms with what little strength he had.

Once carefully tucked into bed, Taehyung pecked Jungkook's lips softly. "I'll be right outside, Kookie. Let me know if you need anything."

"Okay, TaeTae. Thank you."

••••••

A few hours later, Jungkook woke up to silence. He raised an eyebrow as he crawled out of bed, his body still weak. He hated to break the news to Taehyung, but he could feel his body growing weaker every day. His breaths grew shorter after less exertion. Jungkook was scared.

His feet dragged on the wood floor. There was no sound from the TV, no sound of food being made in the kitchen. It was an unusual silence.

He exited the bedroom, searching the living room and kitchen for his boyfriend. "Tae?" The only response was silence. He spoke louder, as loud as his lungs would allow. "Taehyung?"

His heart pounded inside of his chest as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, hands shaking as he dialed Taehyung's number. It went immediately to voicemail, making Jungkook's breaths become more shallow.

He dialed again...

...and again...

...and again...

Until he finally decided that Taehyung wasn't going to answer. "Where is he?" Jungkook's weak body started to crumble. His hands gripped onto the counter top, trying to prevent him from falling completely. "W-Why did h-he l-l-leave m-me?" Tears stung his eyes. His mind couldn't help but think the worst. Jungkook was dying, after all. Who would want to stick around a dying person, watching them slowly deteriorate?

His body eventually gave up on itself as he collapsed to the floor, back leaning against the cabinet. His sobs consumed him, his chest burning and his lips tasted the saltiness of his tears. His nails dug into the skin of his thighs, drawing blood, but that was the least of the boy's worries. He was terrified. Terrified of being alone once again. Terrified for Taehyung, and where he went. He was rocking on the floor, his fears taking over him, blinding him.

The jiggling of the door handle was barely audible to Jungkook's ears over his sobs. He was chanting Taehyung's name, like a mantra, in between each heavy breath he took.

"Jungkook?"

Jungkook's eyes shot up and met Yoongi's confused ones. The younger forced his sobs inside as his best friend sat down next to him.

"I woke u-up..." he wiped his tears away furiously. "H-He was g-g-gone and h-he hasn't a-answered the p-phone. I think he l-left m-me."

Yoongi shook his head, using his hand to guide Jungkook's head onto his shoulder. "I don't think he left you, Jungkook."

Jungkook sobbed harder, clutching onto the front of Taehyung's shirt. "W-Why would he want to b-be with m-m-me? He fucking left!"

Yoongi was silent as he focused on running his fingers through Jungkook's soft locks of hair. He inhaled the younger's sweet scent. He missed Jungkook. He had gotten so busy with his work, and Jungkook was always busy with Taehyung.

"I miss you, Jungkook."

A small smile formed on Jungkook's lips. "I miss you too, Yoongi."

Silence fell upon the room once more. The sounds of Jungkook's ragged breathing was the only noise. Yoongi frowned as he listened to it, hearing a slight wheeze. It was a big difference from the smooth sounds his breath used to sound like a year ago, or even a few weeks. He was deteriorating, too quickly for Yoongi's preference. They still hadn't found a heart for Jungkook.

"Your breathing sounds worse, Kook."

"I-Is it that obvious?"

Yoongi nodded. "It's getting bad."

"I've been trying to hide it from Tae. I don't want him to be worried about me all the time. Every time I start coughing when he's around, he gives me this look of pity, but behind that I can see that he is petrified. It hurts me to see him in so much pain." He took a shaky breath. "Maybe that's why he left."

Yoongi rolled his eyes before gripping Jungkook's shoulders, shaking his body for a second. "Jungkook! Taehyung didn't leave you, for crying out loud."

Right on time, the front door opened and the sound of Taehyung humming filled the space. Jungkook's eyes went wide as a few more tears fell from his eyes. Taehyung entered the kitchen, setting a bag down on the counter, and then jumped when he saw Jungkook and Yoongi sitting in close proximity on the floor of the kitchen.

"Uh, hey guys. What are you two doing?"

Yoongi cleared his throat, his eyes meeting Jungkook's before he stood up. He took a few slow steps toward Taehyung before leaning close to his ear. His voice was the deepest Taehyung had heard come out of Yoongi. It was seething with anger and frustration. "This is your last straw, Taehyung. If you cause that boy any more pain, I will strangle you with my bare hands, got it?"

"Pain? Wh-what do you mean?"

"Ask him yourself, douchebag." And with that, Yoongi grabbed his jacket and exited the apartment.

••••

I want to give them my entire world. They deserve it wow

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