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14 Days: J-Hope (Part 2!)
Alright y’all, here’s part 2!
TW: Tiny emeto mention, food, anxiety/panic attacks, hospital, nightmares (let me know if you see any I missed!)
Also, huge thank you to @thatoneemokpop-02 for all their help and ideas <3 They’re amazing!
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Yoongi was ready to do whatever he needed to in order to help Hoseok recover. He glanced at his watch, and saw that it was almost 8:00 a.m. The other members would be here at 9:00 to pick them up. Yoongi looked over at the sleeping boy, smiling a bit as Hoseok’s chest rose and fell. He went to Hoseok’s side.
“Good morning Hobi.”
Hoseok woke up to Yoongi rubbing his arm softly.
“Morning Yoongi,” Hoseok still felt exhausted. Unfortunately, sleeping in a hospital was well… IMPOSSIBLE. All throughout the night, nurses had been coming in to check on him. He hadn’t been able to sleep for more than an hour at a time all night.
“I know you’re still tired bud. We’re gonna get you home and then you can sleep all you need to. Not to mention, I’m gonna be the one keeping track of what you eat.”
“No, Yoongi…” Hoseok pouted, knowing his fast food would now be limited.
“Yes baby. Your doctor came in this morning to check on you and he told me that you collapsed partially because you weren’t eating right.”
Hoseok sighed.
“My doctor’s a snitch.”
“No, you’re just bad at keeping track of your health when you get focused in on something.” Yoongi laughed and Hoseok looked at him with an annoyed glare.
Yoongi packed up everything Jin had sent in the bag the night before.
“Relax,” he laughed. “I won’t be totally crazy. You can still have some junk food.”
“Can we get McDonalds’ on the way home?”
“No.”
“Okay then see? You’re robbing me of the essentials.”
Yoongi laughed, and looked back at Hoseok who was partially smiling.
“Hey uh, Yoongi?”
“Yeah?”
“I um… I think we have a problem.”
“What do you mean?” Yoongi came over to Hoseok who was holding his phone.
“Namjoon’s called three times, Jin called four, and the maknaes have called nine times altogether.”
“Well… better call them back. I can talk to them if you’re feeling too tired.”
“Nah, I’ll call them. I know you’re just as tired as me. Can you do me a favor?”
“Sure, anything.”
Hoseok took Yoongi’s hands.
“Go get yourself some breakfast. You gotta take care of yourself too.”
Yoongi hated to admit it, but Hoseok was kinda right. Since he’d been so focused on Hoseok’s health, he’d forgotten about his own.
“Okay, but don’t you dare try to get up on your own. I’ll be back in a few minutes alright?” Yoongi rubbed Hoseok’s shoulder, and then left to get food.
He ate nearly three bites of biscuit, and a piece of bacon. It was all he could stomach with Hoseok on his mind. He threw away his garbage and headed back to Hoseok’s room. He found it swarming with doctors. He pressed his way through and saw them laying Hoseok down.
“Mr. Jung, you can’t get up on your own yet. It’s only going to make your injuries worse.” The nurse closest to him looked in his eyes to try and strengthen her words.
“Yeah, I’ll make sure I get someone next time. Thanks.” Hoseok grimaced and ran his hand down his injured leg.
“Hoseok…”
“Crap.” Hoseok knew he messed up. Yoongi was already worried, and he’d no doubt just made it worse.
“I knew I shouldn’t have left you. I’m so sorry…”
Yoongi hated to pull this stunt, but if he was gonna get Hoseok to take care of himself, he needed to pull it off.
“No, Yoongi it was my fault. I was stupid. I’ll be more careful.”
“No, it was my fault. I could have waited to eat when we got home but I was being selfish…” Yoongi wanted Hoseok to understand what a careless act could cause a caretaker to feel like. With that, hopefully Hoseok would try to take better care of himself in an effort to keep Yoongi feeling like he was doing a good job. Psychology chaos? Yes. Crucial to Hoseok’s recovery? Also, yes.
“Yoongi, stop. I wanted to get up to prove to myself I could. I was gonna do it at home if I didn’t do it here. It wasn’t your fault alright?”
Yoongi knew Hoseok. That annoyance in his voice wasn’t directed at the situation. He was terrified that he wasn’t able to walk or stand on his own.
“Okay. I just… I don’t want you to hurt yourself worse…”
This was true. Yoongi was worried for Hoseok, and rightfully so. He’d just lost his independence and his ability to do the thing he loved. The boy wasn’t only broken physically, but emotionally as well.
“I know.” Hoseok looked down at his leg. It was already casted, black as he’d requested. Perhaps he was feeling a little negative…
Yoongi sat down on the bed next to his injured boyfriend.
“It’s gonna be alright Hobi. I promise.”
Hoseok broke, crashing into Yoongi’s neck in tears.
“I hate this so much.” He sobbed, and Yoongi held him close, as he would have a child.
“I know you do. We’re gonna get through this together okay?”
Hoseok couldn’t answer, his breaths were too ragged and his voice too small.
Yoongi kissed his head, and kept holding him.
After a few minutes, Hoseok stopped crying, just allowing Yoongi to hold him. He wished he could wake up from this nightmare. He was living his worst fear. Not being able to dance… if he couldn’t dance, what was he supposed to do? Lie around and be helpless? Lose his position in the band? What if Yoongi got tired of him and just dumped him? What if-
“Hoseok! Hey, hey, easy. Easy.”
Hoseok came back to reality, realizing that he had just had a minor anxiety attack. Those seemed to be more common under the current circumstances. His breathing slowed, and he released his white-knuckled grip on Yoongi’s hoodie.
“There we go. Breathe.” Yoongi knew what anxiety could do to a person, so he was also good at soothing attacks.
“Better?”
“Yeah. Thanks.” Hoseok had finally caught his breath.
“Alright. I’m gonna go pack our bag up, and then it’ll be time for the guys to come get us. By the way, did you call them?”
“Yeah. They’re getting me moved into your room.”
“That’s good. It’ll be easier for me to help you if you need it.” Yoongi knew that “if” was just for courtesy. From his research, he knew Hoseok wouldn’t even be able to pee without him holding him up.
Hoseok got a text from Jimin that they were at the front door. Yoongi called the nurse, and she came in and helped with getting Hoseok in the wheelchair. In no time, Hoseok was loaded into the van, and the boys were on their way home.
They arrived at the apartment, and immediately the maknaes went into “must help hyung” mode. They were sent to the kitchen to make some sort of healthy brunch while Yoongi helped Hoseok shower.
“Okay we can’t get this boot wet, so let’s just have you sit here and- “
“Oh no no no, Yoongi please let me keep this shred of dignity. I am not sitting in a shower chair.”
“Yes, you are. Baby, if you wanna get better faster, you gotta do what it takes to recover.”
“Fine, but I better get a lot of cuddling after this.”
“I swear on AGUST-D’s album cover, I will cuddle the daylights out of you Jung Hoseok. Now, let’s get these clothes off.”
Yoongi was gentle in taking off Hoseok’s clothes. Soon, he was in the shower, sitting in the chair, and allowing Yoongi to wash his feet and legs (as much as he could). He let Hoseok handle his upper half and privates.
Yoongi turned the water off, and handed Hoseok a towel to dry himself off with. Yoongi would have gladly done it for him, but he thought it would be better for Hoseok’s mental health to remain as independent as possible. He did have to help Hoseok get dressed and back in his wheelchair, but overall, the experience was pretty good for Hoseok. He came out of it smiling.
“There he is. Ready for brunch Hobi? The boys destroyed the kitchen, but they’re proud.” Namjoon laughed as another blast of flour came out the kitchen doorway.
“YAH! Do not throw ingredients that is not what they’re- JEON JUNGKOOK!”
“I sent Jin in there to help them… It seems to be going well…” He laughed, partially concerned for Jin’s mental stability at the moment.
“Ha, yeah let’s see how they did.” Yoongi wheeled Hoseok into the dining room, and into the spot the boys had already made for him.
A loud crash sounded from the kitchen.
“Oops…”
“Jimin. That was my special pot.”
“I can glue it!” Taehyung popped up out of nowhere with a glue gun.
“No! NO. You cannot use a glue gun on a… Ah shoot. Boys, just take brunch in there and I’ll sweep this up.”
The boys came in with several plates and bowls full of food.
“Bon appetite.” Jungkook smiled as he handed out clean plates and silverware.
“As you see here, we have blueberry muffins, chocolate chip pancakes, various fruits, toast, orange juice and milk. Anything else we can get for you?”
“Nah, guys you’ve done awesome. It’s nice to come home to good food, and all this support.” Hoseok smiled, and the entire maknae line practically crushed him in a hug.
“We’ve got you hyung. Don’t you worry.” Taehyung ruffled Hoseok’s thick, black hair.
“Thanks guys.”
“Alright, let’s leave these two for a bit. Yoongi, Hoseok, we thought you two would want to work out a routine, so I’ve got these guys coming with Jin and I to the store and to run a few other errands. We’ll be back after supper I believe.”
“Sounds good.” Hoseok started on the chocolate chip pancakes, relishing each bite he took.
The others left, and he and Yoongi were left by themselves.
“Well baby, we’ve got a lot to do today.”
Hoseok looked at him, confused.
“Yoongi, I can’t… I can’t do anything remember?”
“Oh yes you can. We are going upstairs to watch a movie because I promised you cuddles. Then, we’re gonna come down here after a nap and we’re gonna make pizza for supper. When the boys come back, we’re gonna hang with them, and then you and I are going to work on songs because I have the attention span of a squirrel when I have to work alone.”
“Yoongi, you and I both know that’s not true.”
“Okay well I still get lonely, so you’re coming with me.”
Hoseok smiled at Yoongi’s attempt to fill the time.
“Can um… can I ask a favor?”
“Anything baby.”
“Can we nap first? I’m honestly exhausted and I still feel sore from practicing so much.”
“Let’s do it babe.”
Hoseok smiled, and Yoongi wheeled him to the bedroom.
“Okay on the count of three. “One, two, three!”
Yoongi lifted Hoseok onto the bed, and then tucked him in, ensuring that his feet were covered up and warm as well.
Hoseok moaned in comfort.
“It feels so good to actually lie down and not feel bad about it.”
Yoongi slid into his “little spoon” position.
“What do you mean?”
“I used to feel guilty when I was resting too much. It was like I was neglecting my work.”
“Crap Hoseok, why didn’t you tell me you were so worried about that?”
“Because you and I both know I wouldn’t have stopped. Then, you’d have been worried and I’d have still gotten hurt.”
“Okay maybe you’re not wrong.” Yoongi knew Hoseok would have still worked himself that hard, but he did wish he could have helped.
“Yoongi?” Hoseok’s voice was already thick, he was falling asleep quickly.
“Hmmm?”
“If I need to, can I wake you up?”
“Of course, you can. Anything you need, I’ll take care of you okay? Just rest.”
Hoseok wrapped his arms around Yoongi and nodded before dozing off to sleep.
Yoongi woke up to Hoseok breathing quickly and gagging. He jerked awake, and immediately placed his hand on Hoseok’s back.
“Woah, woah, okay easy. I’m awake. You’re not alone. You’re safe.”
“Y-Yoongi?” Hoseok burst into tears and gagged again.
Yoongi did what he had always done when Hoseok was having anxiety attacks. He wrapped his arms around him securely, and grabbed his hands so he couldn’t dig his nails into his palms.
“I’ve got you.”
“C-can’t see.”
Yoongi looked at Hoseok, his eyes closed tightly.
“It’s alright baby. You’re feeling scared, but when you open your eyes, you’ll be able to see.
Hoseok shook in Yoongi’s arms. He opened his eyes, still breathing quickly.”
“Can see now…” Hoseok started to breathe more normally.
Yoongi thumbed over Hoseok’s clenched hands.
“Feel a little better now baby?”
“Yeah. I’m okay.” Hoseok was still shaking, but he seemed calmer than he had been before.
“What happened?” Yoongi kissed Hoseok’s hands.
“Nightmare.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
“Can’t.”
“Okay. That’s alright.” Yoongi just kept rubbing soothing motions over Hoseok’s hands.
“Would you l-leave me if… if I couldn’t… if I couldn’t dance anymore?” Hoseok felt his entire body freeze.
Yoongi’s eyes softened as he heard Hoseok’s question. That must have been the nightmare.
“Hoseok, I’m never leaving your side. Ever. You’re going to get better, but even if you didn’t, you are mine. I’m not losing you. I’d rather lose everything I have than lose you.”
Hoseok’s eyes glistened with a sheen of tears.
“And something else. Back before BigHit found me, I could barely support myself. I would write songs, and sell them just to make enough money to eat. Some days, I didn’t eat. And you know what?”
Hoseok was silent, but paying close attention.
“I’d do it all again if it meant I would be right here with you. Right now. I wouldn’t have chosen any other path. I can’t live without you Hoseok. You’re everything to me. So, no. No matter what happens, I would never leave you.”
Hoseok was again, in tears. Yoongi hugged him, and Hoseok melted into his embrace.
It was then that, even though things would be hard, Hoseok knew Yoongi would be there to support him through it all, and everything would be alright.
4 ½ months later…
“Jungkook, what was that?” Hoseok walked over to Jungkook, who had tried to get by with lazily going through a rather difficult part of the choreography.
“Sorry Hyung…” the maknae sighed, sorrier he’d been caught than anything.
“Okay, let’s go again. Five, six, seven, eight…”
The music blared, and Hoseok grinned as he led the choreography practice once again.
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