We Were Meant To Be | A Taekook Fan Fiction |

"I LOVE YOU."

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Update!

Kindly ignore the typos.

Happy reading😊😈

When Taehyung heard about Jimin being in the hospital he immediately instructed Jungkook to rush towards the facility. The thought of his classes already out of his mind.

Within ten minutes Taehyung was running through the corridors of the hospital to search for his best friend but he was informed by Namjoon that Jimin had been transferred to a private room and was still unconscious.

Worriy raced up to Taehyung, unaware of what caused this and anxiety took over his senses, causing panic and hyperventilation.

At one point Jungkook had to calm his boyfriend down, whispering sweet nothings, embracing him. He refused to leave Taehyung alone when Taehyung asked him to go to uni and at least not miss his classes, saying he had Namjoon to keep company.

Jungkook reluctantly did leave, after much persuasion, but not before glancing back at the private room, internally vowing to himself to make Jimin suffer more.

Jimin could hear indistinct low chatter and even in this state he was able to recognize Taehyung's voice loud and clear among it.

He tried opening his eyes but they felt heavier than a stone slab, body aching all over like countless needles pricking and piercing through it, his head painfully throbbed and pounded against his skull, ears ringing like the continuous whistle of a pressure cooker, throat dry, devoid of any sound.

Basically, he felt one step short of a dead body.

Jimin flutered his eyes open only to squint them tight at the harsh white light invading his senses. Two warm hands cradled his face and he felt his name being called, but he couldn't bring himself to answer.

Too much effort.

Instead, he let a tired sigh out and begrudgingly opened his eyes again, immediately meeting with the worry striken face of his best friend.

"Chim? Can you hear me? How are you, buddy?"

"He's not deaf, Tae bear."

Jimin heard someone muttering from behind Taehyung's side.

"Almost died though--"

Sounded like Namjoon.

"How do you feel, Chim?"

Jimin could only groaned in reponse and rasped out in a dry voice.

"Like my boyfriend left me painfully hard in the middle of making out!"

Taehyung gave him a weird look, then snickered shaking his head incredulously at his best friend's antics.

"You don't have one, Chim."

"Ouch-- that shit hurts", Jimin drawled out monotonously but perked up seeing Namjoon, all traces of fatigue long forgotten.

"Oh, hi Namjoon hyung."

"Bitch, I'm right here. Stop hitting on my boyfriend."

"Jinnie!"

"WhAaT!? I had to cut down my beauty sleep because this midget here got himself admitted in the hospital. Might as well spatula spank that good man's ass as a thankful gift for making him look even more un-handsome."

"Good morning to you too, Jin hyung," Jimin threw a tired smile his way, "Also un-handsome is not a word!"

"Does this handsome face care?" Jin waved his hand all over his face.