The second time Taehyung had woken up that day, be was even more surprised and paralyzed when he noticed that he was in someone else's arms. And the person didn't even have a shirt on.

     Just as he felt his heart freeze up and as he lungs tried to gulp down air, a hand drew into his hair and combed in back soothingly.

     "Why is he so- so freaked out?" The man with the blue hair and the same beanie as Taehyung observed the teen.

      "He probably just wants to go home," the familiar voice of Jeongguk hit his ears.

      "So why don't you take him home?" Namjoon rolled his eyes.

       "He never told me where he lived-"

     "If I tell you... will you let me go home?" Taehyung asked, mind hurting. Maybe he could subtly nuzzle into Jeongguk's hand... wait. You don't even know if you can trust him. Taehyung scolded himself.

      "Of course," Jeongguk took his hand away, looking at his friends. "Do any if you have a car?"

      "Why don't you?" Namjoon immediately asked, casually arching an eyebrow.

      "Have you seen where I live? That would just be a waste of fucking money. It would end up getting trashed or stolen," Jeongguk pushed Taehyung off of him to point out his windows, then gestured around his room. "Plus I don't really have the money."

       "Why not get a different job?" Hoseok suggested.

      "You idiots," Jeongguk sneered under his breath. "I like making tattoos, thank you. It would just be nice if some people would pay like they said the would." He glared at the elder.

      "I will pay!" Hoseok fought back.

     Right as Namjoon opened his mouth, Taehyung slapped his hand over his mouth, throwing up all over it, trying to get none on the couch. He whimpered, ears flattening inside his beanie.

       "Taehyung!" Namjoon and Jeongguk yelled.

       The hybrid sobbed, sliding off the couch by his knees as he kept heaving up the little food he had.

        "Bad boy!" Namjoon roared, going over to the slight younger until Jeongguk put his hand on his chest. "Don't. He's just scared shitless."

       "More like puke less," the shortest grumbled, covering his eyes.

        "I'm sorry," Taehyung was clutching his stomach as he dry heaved, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I tried to keep it in- I'm so- so sorry!"

      "It's not your fault, alright?" Jeongguk knelt next to the dog, who had his forehead pressed against the hardwood flooring.

       "There is no way I'm driving him," Hoseok pinched the bridge of his node, shaking his head. Namjoon also shook his head. "Gross."

      "Oh my god," Jeongguk groaned. "Fine. Is there anyone we can call?"

       Taehyung laid his head on his cheek, looking up at Jeongguk. "M- my friend, J-" he dry heaved once more, clutching his stomach. "Jimin. His name is Jimin. His number is xxx-xxxx!"

       Jeongguk noticed that the boy must be in serious pain. That was the fastest he's ever spoken for the day that he's known him.

      There was puke smeared on his shirt from his hand and some small puddles near him. There wasn't very much.

      "Alright," Jeongguk stood back up, looking over to his friends, then walked straight to the phone.

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Hopefully the next chapter is longer, though it'll probably be shorter. Oops.