⌗ RUNNING 〃 BTS OT7 text au

⤹ THREE

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jin - ocd jjan!
joon- insomnia/anxiety namu
yoon - depression yunki
hobi - hyperactivity hobi
jimin - ed - b/p park
tae - abuse taebear
koo - ed - ana koogi

jungkook laid on the quite uncomfortable, sterilised hospital bed. the strong, unwelcomed antiseptic blinding scent that burnt his nose. everything just felt far too much, an overwhelming distaste than drew him uncomfortable. 

the crinkles below his paralysed body was enough to strain himself from even more boredom. a slow bleeping came from beside him, a rhythmic bleep indicating his slow, but perfectly fine, heart rate. he was tied to countless machinery, sort of futuristic or like he was a superhero - despite he was anything beside it.

he could hear a faint murmur of doctors in the distance and he knew they were gossping about him and oh how he hated it truly, whilst his mum slept on the visiting chairs beside his bed. sighing regretfully, he blankly stared at the repetitive pattern of pearl-white roof tiles.

stupid blood sugar levels. he would like to blame it on, refusing to acknowledge his true purpose; starvation, of course. but man, the thought that the iv was packing in a multitude of unknown calories into his pale arm without consent was absolutely awful.

and easily, to jungkook, calories obviously entitled weight-gain. he cringed.

"jungkook!" came a rather daring break in the routine dance of bleeps and cries of the ED children's department. he glanced slowly before him, his mother startling awake with a jolt and a look of perplexion.

in came a swarm of males that wore pained and disheartened expressions. these were the only pity glances that truly affected jungkook. his mother stared grungely at the collection of familiar faces.

"oh, seokjin. it's lovely to see you boys." she glanced towards namjoon as if she wanted to 'correct' herself, but had obviously thought otherwise and closed her gaping mouth. "i really need a cigarette, look after this silly boy for me, hmm?"

and even without a reply, she rushed off to exit the ward without a thought or communication to her own son.

"jungkookie." jin slowly lowered himself into the seat beside the hospital bed as yoongi drew the curtain aside, this gave them an increase in privacy.

instantly, taehyung gripped jungkook's hand and held it tightly. his eyes wavered, no disappointment at all, just pure and hellish sadness. jungkook choked back a little whine, he didn't want to be vulnerable at all in this hospital.

"shittt, " hoseok stood at the end of the bed. he wearily eyed the plethora wires attached to the younger male's gaunt arm. it made him ever so queasy.

"are you okay?" namjoon gentle traced the males other arm, he never looked up, perhaps to hide his thickened bags from beneath his circular lenses, or perhaps he was saddened by the sight of someone he loved like this.

"you know, you should really eat something. even a little, " jimin pushed forwards a vending machine fruit bar. "i don't want to." jungkook rebutted, shaking his head and bit his lip ever so hard that it had begun to bleed.

"trust me. eat this in the eyes of a doctor, and they'll let you go home." jungkook stared down at it. it was a double bar fruit bar, 62 calories for one.. it was only fruit..

suddenly the curtain drew a-to, and a young doctor walked in with tired-laced eyes. when he glanced from his clipboard, the sudden jolt of shock to see 6 unfamilar males hanging around this younger sickly one.

"y-your mother?"
"she went for a fag."
"i see."

he went to the obnoxious machine and beg to relocate the data to his board, glancing up every miniscular second to watch the males wearily. "and you guys are?" he watched jungkook chew on a fruit bar nonchalantly.

"soulmates, dude." jimin frowned at the guy. yoongi beside looked up with a furrowed brow and a glare glinting. i suppose the eyeliner and gothy attire was kind of threatening.

"soulmates. right." the doctor stared at jungkook again, he seemed ever so unpleased with the reply. but what could one do in such, and it was not a private room, so he could do nothing of the sort.

"can i please check your vitals?"

"okay, " he clicked the torch back to dim. "you're free to go home, just get your mum to sign the paper at the desk, seeing as you're only 16, you can't do it yourself. Okay son?"

"jungkookie—"

"i saw the messages in the group chat, sorry hyungies, " jungkook whispered barely audible at all, but it was truly heartfelt and regretful. he wasn't regretful for starving himself, no, it was just the sheer fear of his lovers that made him regretful.

"ah, koo-ah. don't be sorry, it's not your fault." jin rested his hand above jungkook's leg, not fully touching him but yet, still close enough to 'feel' him.  "say, let's eat at the sushi place when we finally leave this hell-hole." namjoon suggested with a soft grin.