'Nothing Like Us' taekook

" No..no. make love to you."

Rolling his eyes he replied." Make love..to me?" Jungkook snorted." Master doesn't make love. He fucks. He literally fucks anything that walks,talks,breathes and has a pussy. Master is a controlling, pompous asshole with a bad attitude. He finds ruining people's lives amusing and gets a sick kick out of messing with their brains. So excuse me for not giving a shit about what you want."He jerks his head around to catch a glimpse of his reaction. Not that it would make a difference.

His words smacked Taehyung like powerful punches on his stomach and gulps the knots formed in his throat.To deny Jungkook's point of view would be frivolous. To try and change his mind seemed pointless at that moment. So how was going to correct his mistakes? He had no answer." Jungkook I..I.." 

" Have you run out of pronouns? It's always 'I','I'. Not everything revolves around you. You're not the master of the universe Kim.Just a fucken bastard who gives more credit to himself than he should, thinking he's superior and the rest of the world owes him. I have no idea what made you so self centered, selfish and arrogant and emotionally crippled but you can't go around hurting people to satisfy your ego. Jump to conclusions, throw accusations and threats. You're dangerous to the people around you and to yourself."

Taehyung realized that nobody ever had spoken with more honestly and truthfully about him than Jungkook. And he was right. He hated to admit it but he was. His brother was happy being with the man he loved. The threat Jungkook was posing was eliminated and he should..he ought to leave him alone. Why couldn't he? Why was he still obsessed with him? The thought kept him awake at night unable to find a reasonable answer or at least an answer that suited his perspective.

" I'm tired of arguing with you. Fighting with you. We'll never see eye to eye. You've made up your mind about me and it won't change. No problem. All I ask is to be left alone. Go back to your life and forget I exist. I assure you I'll do the same and you won't hear of me again." He got up, pulling down his muddy shirt feeling too exposed. He took out the diamond collar and left it on the coffee table." This belongs to you. Call me a cab and I'll be out of here before you know it." 

The woman reappeared into the living room and her face had lost its previous shineness, turning rather gloomy She just stood there waiting.

" Go outside. A car is waiting." Taehyung announced coldly, not sparing her a glance as she walked out of the house.

Jungkook,with her gone, moved past the couch, heading for the stairs in search of his stuff but before taking one step Taehyung had reached his side and had picked him up in his arms." I'm not letting you go in your condition. You're staying here till you feel better. I know I'm your least favourite person but I've got a responsibility for you. Shout and curse as much as you want." He climbed up the staircase and took him to his room.

The younger felt too tired to protect certain it wouldn't make a difference and made a tremendous effort in staying unaffected by the warmth of his embrace and the pounding of his chest.He was smart. He'd find a way out somehow. He just had to be cautious and ready to leave at any moment.

The older sat him on the edge of the bed and got a change of clothes from Jungkook's backpack,which was stashed at the back of the closet and prepared a hot bubble bath for him."Your bath is ready. It will help you relax." 

Jungkook paid no attention to him and locked himself inside the bathroom. He didn't want any unexpected visits disturbing him. He needed to put his thoughts in order and calm his nerves and with Taehyung there it was difficult. The water seemed to have a positive effect on him, getting rid of the stink and stickiness. Thank God the bandages were waterproof.He wore his grey pyjamas and unlocked the door, stuck his head out, checking for movement. 

Taehyung wasn't there so he sat under the covers, ignoring the intense growling of his stomach, questioning his stupid decisions. Jimin was right. He was a first class idiot! He'd never learn. People aren't as kind and innocent as him. They are ruthless and manipulative and go to every extent to get what they want. And Taehyung was one of them. Hell he had turned into a profession! 

His gaze wandered around the room. His stuff was in the closet, his phone on the bedside table and his mind was working to find an escape route. And he had a flash! Google maps. He'd find his exact location there. He shook his head a s facepalmed himself for his stupidity. Why did he think about it sooner? Apparently, Taehyung had the ability to block his mind and his intelligence.

He quickly grabbed the phone, went to Google maps and in seconds he had his location. Damyang. He smiled proudly for his accomplishment. All that was left was to find the right moment, call a taxi and leave. His fingers squeezed the quilt and a merrily smile tinted his face.

The door opened and Taehyung, holding a big tray, came in,loomed closer and left it on his legs." I got you food. Eat before it gets cold. I brought vitamins too." 

Jungkook's face scrunched." How thoughtful! Are you always so kind to all your subs?" he mocked him, folding his arms on his chest." Should I crawl into my corner and eat from the floor like a good pet?"

" Please just eat." The softness in his voice was willingly rejected by Jungkook.

" I can't. Seeing your face is a killer to my appetite."

The man sighed and turned around to leave." I'll give you some privacy." He walked out, shutting the door behind him. 

The younger had his dinner, drank his banana milk and vitamins and put the tray aside, laying back on the soft mattress. He wouldn't think about how gentle and kind the man was and how worried he looked. He preferred to think of him as the monster who fooled him and mistreated him. He turned sides and closed his heavy eyes with only one thing in mind. His escape.

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Jungkook woke up in the middle of the night, feeling something heavy on his chest. His hand blindly searched what was bothering him and discovered Taehyung 's head on his chest and hand hooked around his waist while sleeping.

He tried to remove the head by slowly pushing it on the pillow but all he got was a whine and Taehyung's hand clutching tighter on his waist, trapping him.

He huffed,cursing inside his head. It could have been the perfect opportunity to get away if that bloody man wasn't glued on him. After several unsuccessful attempts he gave up, hoping and praying he'd have a slew of chances tomorrow. 

Unintentionally, his eyelids flattered, actively monitoring the man near-at-hand and chuckled. His handsomeness was beyond words..His hair lush black-shadowed and coiffed to perfection. Smooth shinned,unblemished tanned skin and crescent-of-moon,eyebrows,thin and narrow. Interestingly he had one monolid and one double eyelid which was unique. He was blessed with an imperious nose and his angular cheekbones carved down towards a willful jaw forming av. His upper lip accentuated like a Cupid's bow in perfect harmony with the rest of his features.

His fingers gently brushed the outline of his face from his forehead, nose to his lips and he shivered. He casted out his thoughts the same way he shook his head." Stop goofing! Don't go soft because he's perfect. He's still the enemy." he internally snubbed, averting his eyes.

 Eventually he went back to sleep.

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The next morning, he was woken up by the bright sunlight peeping through the window and the smell of eggs and bacon. To be exact the burning smell of bacon. He jumped out of bed and got dizzy from the force he used ,resulting  in him falling back on the mattress. 

He rubbed his eyes, yawned a couple of times stretching his body before getting back on his feet and moving downstairs. The place reeked of a fetid smell. As he entered the kitchen he observed Taehyung fighting with a frying pan, coughing and his hand swinging left and right to drive back the suffocating smoke blaring the air.

" Are you trying to set the house on fire? Get us both killed? You can burn alive for all I care but I'm too young to die!" he scolded the man whose expression looked like a scared little puppy. He marched to his side, pushed him away, turned off the hotplate and removed the smoky pan. He switched on the absorber Taehyung had forgotten and then all the windows and door to get the smoke out. 

" Are you a damn fool? Huh? You can't cook! You can't even boil noodles for God's sake! " He coughed, his lungs filled with smoke and eyes burning." Got any more bright ideas?" he snarled as Taehyung shrugged his shoulders, biting his lips.

"I wanted to make you breakfast." 

" You could have found another less painful way to kill me." 

" I thought to surprise you." Taehyung himself couldn't recognise his words and attitude. It seemed like a good idea to make breakfast for him. I mean how hard could it be to fry eggs and bacon? Apparently for him impossible! The oil was spilling left and right and on him. The damn eggs wouldn't flip being stuck on the bottom and the bacon was sizzling and jumping into the pan until it became black and caught fire.

" You did! No more surprises please! They are fatal. Stick to what you do best. Intimidate and scare people." He lifted up his hand showing him the door." Get out of the kitchen now." 

For someone who detested being bossed around and taking orders he obeyed and fled the room in seconds. Jungkook shook his head in frustration looking at the mess that idiot had caused. Using a wet sponge he cleaned the counter and cooker from the oil, threw the burnt food and the pan in the bin and swept the slippery floor. Then he grabbed another pan, fried the remaining eggs and bacon, some toast and made coffee. Only coffee, not tea and served the portions.

" Breakfast!" he shouted while sitting on the chair and began eating. Taehyung came inside like a humble pie and taking a seat across from the younger ,started eating too. He didn't protest about the presence of coffee and drank it. It didn't taste as bad as he believed.

He coughed." Would you like to go for a..walk?" he suggested, almost choking the boy with a piece of bacon he was munching.

" Aren't you afraid I might escape?" 

" You're not a prisoner Jungkook."

" It feels like it. I can't open the door and leave. You're blocking me."

" You're hurt and it's my fault it happened. I need to know you're ok before you leave." 

" I won't be ok as long as I'm around you. You're bad for my health."

 His words actually hurt the man, despite knowing it was true." Even so when you get better I'll take you back home." 

Jungkook raised his brow in doubt." Just like that? And I won't see you again?" 

" No. Not if that's what you want." 

" You bet your sorry ass it is." he blurred out quickly. He had come to terms with the fact Taehyung would only see him as a challenge. As a worthless piece of flesh. A threat to his brother's happiness. Taehyung would always and forever hate him as Jungkook would love him. But he wasn't a fool to believe the man would suddenly reciprocate his feelings only because he showed flashes of kindness. 

Taehyung had lost his appetite and left the fork on the table." Want to join me for a stroll in the garden?" he insisted."There's a small pond behind the main house and it's a lovely day." 

The younger got up, picked up his plates, took them to the sink and as he walked past him, he stated sternly." I'll pass. You might get the urge to push me into the pond and get this over with." 

The older rubbed his temples, leaning back in his chair. He huffed, shoulders shagged and eyes blazing with sadness. He wasn't expecting anything less from him after his revolting treatment. The boy had his limits. Taehyung knew he liked sleeping around but perhaps he disliked sharing his partner. Perhaps this time he only wanted Taehyung and nobody else in his bed. And the man had screwed up and was now trying to rectify his previous deeds.

He decided to let him calm for a while and try again later. He picked up his plate, put it in the sink and returned to his study to do some work and get his mind off the boy upstairs. Around noon the aromatic smell of food hit his nostrils forcing him to follow the source, leading straight to the kitchen.

Jungkook with an apron around his waist was stirring noodles in the wok and taking a baking pan with pork chops out of the oven. The man leaning against the door, monitored the grace of his moves and the beauty of his charming face. He hadn't noticed how exquisitely handsome he was before or he chose to ignore it and not 

He was perfect. Enchanting. With a heavenly, gorgeous beauty that most men and women would envy. Every curve in his body was divine. Every expression on his face was irresistible. The way he bit his succulent lips,or curved them when smiling,tossed his head to the side and looked at him with those endless,doe eyes that used to sparkle..before him and his effect on him.

Jungkook sensed his presence but acted as if he wasn't there and kept cooking with his back turned and head low, concentrated onadding soya sauce and chili oil on the noodles and vegetables.He had taken a nap, talked to his friends at the island and his parents and contacted his boss at the gallery to inform him that he'd be back on Monday. Then he got hungry and came down to cook.

It never crossed his mind to look for Taehyung and was rather relieved he was locked in his study and had the freedom to run around the house without his presence. Now he was there, watching him and made Jungkook feel tense and distracted, feeling his gaze piercing hole in his back.

" It smells nice." Taehyung spoke softly but didn't move an inch.

"I know. That's why people who can actually cook are allowed in the kitchen." he clarified with a strong dose of irony sounding exactly like his papa.

" Point taken." the man agreed, dismissing the sarcasm and drawing near the table." Can I keep you company?" 

Jungkook served the food in two big bowls and the pork in a huge plater,grabbed beers from the fridge and set the table. " I'm not that cruel to leave you starving Taehyung although  it did cross my mind." He sat on his chair, his index finger pointing at the empty chair across from him, watching him take his seat.

" Knock yourself out! I bet you must be starving after so many plots and schemes." He began slurping his noodles and munching on a piece of pork and playing with the chopsticks in his fingers.

Taehyung sighed deeply and staying silent he followed his footsteps slurping his noodles. Once they were inside his mouth,his eyes bulged in terror, tears made a remarkable appearance,became red as a beetroot and smoke was coming out of his ears. He swallowed his food, coughing and looking for water. He only found beer so he gulped it down without hesitation.

" Oh I'm sorry..it must have slipped my mind you can't handle spicy food..silly me!" he pouted,giggling at his horrid expression." What was I thinking?" 

' To get even.' Jungkook thought and swallowed a giggle.

Taehyung knew he was lying but nevertheless avoided commenting and inhaling, he continued eating. Every sluro and bite was like a sharp sting in his throat and stomach. However, he didn't cave in. It was what Jungkook had prepared and while in different circumstances he would have thrown away the food and demanded another,in this case he took it like a man. He finished it along with beer. Lots of beer.

Of course Jungkook had remembered he couldn't eat spicy food and had done it on purpose. Maybe he couldn't hurt him the way he did but he sure as hell could find other ways of punishment and he was so proud of his smart idea!

" Did you enjoy it as much as I did? Master..?" he jeered at him.

The man coughed repeatedly and the usual arrogance was long gone. His face was still crimson red and his stomach stirred, his throat burning from the spices." It was..to die for."

" Good! Glad you liked it!" Want dessert ?" His voice drooled on sweetness and honey.

Taehyung was afraid to even ask about dessert." Well.. I'm really stuffed.." he gulped at Jungkook's roving gaze.

" Oh Taehyung! What do you take me for? Did it cross your mind I would want to make you feel.. worse than you already are?" He shook his head and was having a kick out of his dreadful state.

"I won't lie..Most likely yes. I had it coming I guess." 

" Not everyone is like you. Revenge isn't their only purpose in life!" He got up heading towards the fridge." In my case it's.. exactly like that." he emphasized returning with a glass dish placing it on the table.

Taehyung carefully examined the dessert in the middle of the table. It seemed harmless. The whipped cream and red cherries layered on top looked delicious and mouthwatering. 

Using a spatula the younger served a huge portion of the tasty dessert in a bowl and passed it on to him. Then he did the same for himself. It was extremely difficult to restrain his laughter when Taehyung put a spoonful of it in his mouth and grimaced.

The older realized in horror there was something odd about his dessert. The taste was bittersweet and crunchy. He swallowed it , touching his neck and was ready to puke.

" Is there anything wrong Taehyung? Aren't you enjoying your dessert? " he inquired in fake concern with a huge dose of profound sarcasm.

" It tastes funny.. What's it called?" 

" It's an English trifle. I saw it on the internet and it seemed like a good idea." He tried one spoonful and moaned at the taste." It's delicious!"

The man glanced at him in curiosity. How the hell did he like this horrible thing? He stirred it with his spoon only to discover something green and orange and brown! There were peas, chopped carrots and minced meat inside. His stomach clenched in disgust.

" It has vegetables and meat and something that looks like gravy." he pointed outputting the bowl aside.

" Really?" he frowned on purpose." Shoot! How did I make a mistake like that? I must have mixed Shepherd's pie with trifle!" Jungkook heaved in annoyance." It still tastes yummy! Come on, eat! I got into a lot of trouble to make it!" He put another spoonful in his mouth and deliberately moaned." A dessert is always necessary after a good meal." He had consciously served himself from the top of the dessert where it was the actual trifle and avoided the bottom of the bowl.

Whatever possessed Taeh to keep eating was incomprehensible. Every bite was a true and painful torture for his stomach and tastebuds. A vicious battle. A savage almost deadly attack. A slow, painful death. Yet, he ate it all. Every single scoop of it. When Jungkook offered him another portion he hurriedly declined saying he was full. 

" I have a few ideas for dinner." Jungkook suddenly bombed him." Try new recipes from around the world." 

Taehyung gasped and shivered at the thought of spending another day like that." We'll order. You must be exhausted and it would be best to get some rest."

His suggestion was easily dismissed." I insist. You were such a wonderful and thoughtful host and I must find a way to repay your kindness." 

"No need." He waved both hands in despair." You've done more than enough already." 

Jungkook sneered as the corners of his mouth formed a smile." I haven't even started.I want to please you. Isn't that what subs do? Isn't the sub's sole purpose to fulfill his master's needs?Go get a nap while  I wash the dishes and look for new recipes." He jumped up, completely ignoring him, gathering the plates and bowls and wiping the table with a wet sponge.

Taehyung was doomed. He knew it. He ran upstairs holding his stomach, straight to the bathroom. He knelt, hugged the toilet bowl and emptied the content.Still he wasn't at ease. Just thinking about what he ate was making it impossible to stop. He puked at least five times, feeling totally drained before resting his forehead on the edge of the toilet bowl breathing heavily.

He felt feverish and burning. Even the thought of smoking revolted him and the terrifying prospect of another meal swirled his stomach and caused the room to spin. Jungkook was an excellent, skillful cook ,the man had to admit and knowing Taehyung couldn't deny tasting his food he used his own weakness against him. 

After hours of restless jolting in bed and three more visits to the bathroom,he swallowed a strong painkiller hoping his stomach could endure two and a half days of relentless torture. I guess he owed him that much and V always pays his debts.

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Jungkook was humming a song and swaying his hips to the beat of his rhythmic voice. He understood it was silly and childish on his behalf to resort to such ridiculous acts to punish a guy who treated him like shit but he got a bang out of seeing him suffer. Taehyung deserved that and much more for what he put him through and for as long as he was there he'd make him regret his life's choices.

It might offer him some sort of comfort when the time came to put an end to their peculiar story and compromise with the knowledge of Taehyung hating him and not loving him. He chuckled, scrolling through his phone,searching for new recipes to continue the torture.It was quite entertaining and took his mind off what was actually pestering him. The importance of not being loved by the man he had fallen deeply in love with.

His search finally paid off! Two weird recipes,one from Scotland and the other from Turkey. He made a list of the products he needed and went straight to the bedroom. Taehyung was laid on the bed, coughing and holding his stomach, looking rather pale.

" I need these ingredients. I would order them myself but I don't know the address." he announced politely, handing him the piece of paper,ignoring his state and walking out without waiting for a reply.

Taehyung, reading the list, felt sick to his stomach. Heart, liver,lungs and animal stomach. His hand rested on his forehead, shaking his head and sighing. 

He survived hundreds of enemy attacks to be killed by food! In his own house. By his sub with his blessings! Unbelievable! However he did make the order and in half an hour the products were in Jungkook's hands.

Cooking was easy for Jungkook although he had doubts whether he could eat the food but the thought of Taehyung's dreadful look trying them made it worthwhile. Around two the meal was ready, the table set and they were sitting opposite each other.

" I've prepared Haggis, a traditional Scottish dish with fries and Tavuk Gogsu, a Turkish delight. I hope you like them." He took a bite of Haggis and it wasn't bad. Chewy and extra spicy.

The man's hand was trembling, cutting the piece of Haggis and gulping as he put it in his mouth. His eyes goggled,mouth twisted and stomach churned while munching the chewy piece making significant efforts to swallow it.

He had no idea food could be deadly until Jungkook tried to kill him with it because if he had he would have gotten rid of all his enemies without causing a bloodshed! Jungkook had taken torture to a higher level! 

The more he ate the more he wished to be dead! He'd be searching for a new stomach after the younger was done with him! 

" How is it? Excellent huh?" he asked sweetly, swallowing some fries dipped in hot spices.

" It's..indescribable..I have no words." the man huffed, stirring in his chair and his stomach was making odd sounds.

" Well I think it's very tasty and spicy." He got another piece, stuffing it in his mouth and moaned.

Taehyung managed to finish the food and refused a second portion, drinking as much beer as possible to eliminate his thirst and the hot, bitter taste in his mouth.

Jungkook got up to fetch the dessert in the bowls he had put it in and gave one to Taehyung.

From the looks of it it was just custard cream with a crust. Perhaps this was actually edible.

Taking one spoonful of it he spit it right out.

" What's the matter?"The younger was expecting his reaction when in his portion he substituted sugar with salt. He tasted his own  and licked his lips. It was fantastic! 

" It's salty…" Taehyung gulped tons of beer, turning it worse and went straight for water, drinking tons of the refreshing liquid. The man was absolutely certain Jungkook hadn't messed up his dessert that's why he seemed to take pleasure in eating it.

" Not again! What was I thinking?" Jungkook looked surprised and continued." I must have used salt instead of sugar. My bad." he lied,hiding his giggles at the man's terrified expression and wiggling his shoulders but kept on eating his.

Taehyung returned to his chair holding tightly to a bottle of water, caressing his stomach." I'm full.. I'm done." 

Jungkook's eyebrow flashed grossed out." How rude! I've spent all morning cooking for the likes of you to be turned down in the cruelest way? You'll empty your bowl or else I'm gonna make you eat the rest." A direct threat Taehyung wasn't expecting but the younger,seemed so serious and boasting with pride.

The older was trapped and couldn't say no. 

He wanted to but couldn't. Jungkook's look was intimidating and fierce and his threat pierced his ears. He had no choice but to eat… 

When the bowl emptied Taehyung was too dizzy and shaky to react. He excused himself and flounced out the kitchen and into his bathroom, hugging the toilet bowl and puking.

In spite of his torturing ordeal Taehyung under no circumstances did he want to send him away. He rejected the idea and was prepared for more. He owed him that much at least. As soon as he vomited a couple more times he had a long shower to get rid of the stink of the food, changed and laid in bed, looking at the ceiling.

His mind thought of ways to make Jungkook agree to sleep with him again, only this time he was determined to make love to him. No toys and unnecessary games. He needed to hold him in his arms, feel him on his skin,taste his velvety lips and explore every curve in his silky body, be inside him and feel his warmth, eliminating the obstacles between them. 

Yes, that was what he profoundly desired more than anything. But he was unsure his wish would be granted after the way he treated him yesterday.

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Another day, another great ordeal for Taehyung  trying Jungkook's spoofy recipes. Another day spent in the bathroom vomiting till his stomach emptied from the food he had consumed, hurt like hell and his strength took a massive blow, forcing him to stay in bed. Every attempt to move met an excruciating resistance due to pain spread in his body. His vision was blurry, head spinning and throbbing, breath struggling to find its way out.

His fingers snatched the sheets, covering his body and head, shivering from the cold as if he was walking naked in the Arctic.

He shut his eyes, mumbling." Kook..Kook..stay.. with..me.." 

There was an odd, deadly silence in the mansion for hours and you could easily hear a pin drop. Taehyung was in his bedroom, probably sleeping and Jungkook wasn't worried at first, thinking he was more likely throwing up the food but after a while he got restless and went to search for him.

Entering the bedroom he noticed a huge lump under the covers and heard light snores so he assumed he was sleeping. Walking towards the closet inside the rather dim room,he stumbled and hit his leg on the round coffee table in the middle, dropping an ashtray and a few candles making significant noise but strangely Taehyung didn't flinch or move as he picked them up and placed them back in position.

He was either a heavy sleeper or he was passed out. Either way it was convenient for Jungkook giving him the perfect opportunity to get away without being noticed or prevented. His injuries were much better and healing rapidly so there was no point in prolonging his stay.

He walked inside the closet,snooping around to find his things and eventually did, at the back of a shelf between other suitcases. He grabbed it, opened it and took out a pair of loose, grey sweatpants, a white T-shirt and an oversized, black hoodie. He put the backpack on his back, his phone was in the kitchen and he had plenty of time to get a cab and leave.

Tiptoeing, careful not to hit anything again he marched for the door but halted when he heard strange growls and mumbling. He shifted full of curiosity and saw the man twisting and turning in bed. The younger loomed up, removed the duvet covering his head and saw Taehyung's forehead and face dipped in sweat and his pillow drenched.

Warily without making a sound and holding his breath, he touched his forehead. He was burning up with high fever. He cursed his stupid luck having the perfect chance to leave. But how could he? Taehyung got sick probably because of his food whereupon it was his responsibility to take care of him, wasn't it? 

" Kook? Kook.. don't.. leave..stay.." he whispered,stirred, threw the covers and his entire body was soaked in sweat.

Jungkook took one good look at him, images of his cruel mistreatment and words flashed to mind and he turned around walking away.

He wasn't responsible for his condition. He had it coming. He shouldn't feel guilty abandoning him sick and leaving.

He ran to the kitchen, grabbed his phone heading for the exit. His hand opened the front door,taking one step out into freedom when pangs of guilt crashed into him. He puffed and wheezed,tousling his hair in frustration, wrinkling his round nose.He was immensely stupid! He'd never learn! He was too kind for his own good!

He shut the door with a bang, threw his backpack on the floor climbing up the staircase and straight to the bedroom, only to find that Taehyung had fallen off the bed. He quickly ran to his side, mentally cursing and placing his hands on his armpits he lifted his upper body back to the bed, head on the pillows and moved to his legs,lifting them up too. Taehyung was quiet, not making a peep and his eyes shut.

Fuck he was heavy! Like trying to lift a rock and his muscles hurt from the weight. Cautiously, he removed the moist T-shirt and shorts meeting no resistance except from groans and left only the boxer. He had no wish to see his'taeconda' right now so underwear stayed on. He took the phone out of his pocket and called his hyung, ready for a good old scolding.

" Jimin, it's me. Listen..I need you to cover for me to our parents for a few days.. I'll tell you everything when I come home but find an excuse..tell them I stayed longer at Jeju.. please can you do it? " 

Jimin kept quiet and although he wanted to scold and shout at him he spoke calmly." Are you with him?" 

His serious and strict tone left Jungkook no other choice but to agree. He owed him for always being there when he needed him. For offering a shoulder to cry on. For his advice over the years and the love he received from his hyung.

" Yes." Jungkook felt ashamed for hiding his little indiscretion from his brother and sighed." He's sick,hyung."

" And what are you? Mother Teresa or Florence Nightingale?" 

Jungkook bit his lips." Hyung please..I have too. I'll be back Sunday afternoon. Please?" 

Jimin hated lying to his parents and Yoongi but hearing the worried tone of his brother's voice he had no option but to comply." Ok I'll cover your sorry ass but I need the whole story. The truth, Jungkook. No more lies." 

" Fair enough. Promise. I have to go now.. he's burning. Love you hyung!" 

" Yeah..yeah.. whatever." he replied dismissively.

He hung up, left the phone on the bedside table and glanced at the man who looked vulnerable and fragile, burning up and shivering uncontrollably.

"And now? What am I to do with you now Kim?"