"Hoseok." Jungkook whispered.

"Hoseok." He repeated softer, afraid to be too loud and scare him awake.

He could see Hoseok's chest slightly rise and that's when his eyes started opening up slowly. Jungkook grinned excitedly, but that's when his heart rate shot up to the one twenties.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. Don't be scared. You're out of surgery. You're fine. You did great."

Hoseok attempted to move but winced realizing that he had a tube down his throat. "Yeah, you're intubated for now."

Hoseok's breathing was still hectic, he could tell Jungkook was getting nervous seeing him this anxious. Although he was still groggy from the anesthesia he knew one thing for sure.

That he had confessed to Jungkook.

The only reason he did it was because he didn't think he'd make it out, but here he was. And here was Jungkook right next to him.

"I better get the doctor I—"

Hoseok gripped his arm as Jungkook attempted to get up. He didn't want him to leave. Jungkook slowly sat back down, not pulling away from his soft grip.

"Okay I'm not going to leave but you need to breathe and calm down. Close your eyes and try to relax."

Hoseok did like he was instructed and attempted to slow down his racing thoughts. After a few seconds, he could feel himself getting calmer.

Jungkook kept an eye on his heart rate which was in the low hundreds and high nineties. Much better than it was a while ago.

"Feel better?"

Hoseok blinked once and Jungkook smiled. "Good, Good. Your parents are waiting to see you. Before I bring them in, do you want me to send Yoongi a text?"

Again, Hoseok blinked. "Okay I will let him know how everything went. He's a little sick right now so he probably won't respond right away."

The widening in Hoseok's eyes made Jungkook touch his shoulder. "He's okay. Doctor started him on antibiotics. He came down with a little cold but he's fine. Don't worry. I'll keep an eye on him. I will let your parents know they can come in okay?"

Hoseok blinked. He wished he could speak. Even if he could, would he truly be able to? Maybe being intubated was a blessing in disguise. What would he even say to him?

Would things be weird between them now that he had confessed? Then like an iced cold bath it hit him. Now that he had a transplant that meant he would eventually leave the hospital considering things went smoothly.

That meant he would say goodbye to Jungkook. The only reason he was with him at the moment was strictly due to his health.

Now that he had a new set of lungs and was on a full way to recovery he wouldn't ever see Jungkook again. How could he ever try to talk to him outside of the hospital when all they've ever talked about was medications and y treatments?

Thinking of asking Jungkook out on a date was surreal. Not to mention impossible. Jungkook was still with Taehyung and Hoseok could not blame him.

Taehyung was the better choice. The prettier choice. The ideal choice. Jungkook smiled before walking out of the room.

Hoseok followed him with his eyes until he disappeared behind the closed door. His heart started speeding up again only this time with fear.

He wished he would've grabbed him a little tighter.

•••

"You're sick?" Jimin asked concernedly through the screen.

"Just a little." A muffled Yoongi responded. "I love your shirt. I'm wearing mine to see." He said pulling his phone further away from his sick face.

"Yoongi, how sick are you?"

"Not that—" he stopped midway because he got a horrific coughing spell which only concerned Jimin more.

"Sick. I'm not that sick." He finished once he regained his breath.

"He's fucking sick. Don't let him lie to you." Taehyung said, bending over to show his face through the screen.

Yoongi moved the camera away from him, "You creep. When did you come in?"

"Well, I was knocking but I guess you couldn't hear through your loud coughing."

"See he's mean to me." Yoongi accused.

"Am not. Turn around and pull your pants down."

"On top of that a pervert!" Yoongi shrieked.

"Yoongi, I know you know I'm frowning under this mask. I need to give you an injection."

"No!"

"Doctors orders. Don't fight me."

Yoongi frowned, "Be right back Jimin." He murmured, putting the phone down.

Jimin waited patiently and only heard Yoongi's occasional whimpering. He took a deep breath and tried to ignore those noises which could be interpreted as something else.

"He lit my ass up." Yoongi said, appearing through the screen again.

"You better do your breathing treatment. Next one is scheduled in thirty minutes."

"Yeah I will."

"I'll be back in five just to recheck your oxygen levels."

"Okay bye!"

Once Taehyung left the room, Yoongi turned his full attention to Jimin who still had a worried expression on his face.

"Jimin. I'm okay. I really am." He reassured him, but the color on his face said otherwise.

He was talking and acting the same, but Jimin could tell he didn't feel good. His eyes were dim and he looked very tired.

"I can't go in. I will go see you."

"What? Are you kidding me? If you miss a Twenty One Pilot concert because of me I will fuck you up. There's nothing you can do if you come over here either way. I'm being treated."

"Well, what's wrong then? Is it pneumonia? Flu?"

"No. Just a cold. They're monitoring me to make sure it doesn't turn to pneumonia. I'm quite prone to that."

"How did you even get sick? Don't tell me I brought you a random bug?"

"No. It's probably because I snuck to the pediatric floor again."

"Yoongi, you have to be careful." Jimin sighed both annoyed and worried.

He chuckled, "I know but it's nice to be out of these four walls every once in a while."

"Oh Yoongi."

"No pity! Enjoy the concert."

"I wanted to stay on FaceTime the whole time but you look so tired. It'll be cruel to make you stay awake."

"I can stay up." He said a little drowsy. The cough syrup they gave him was starting to kick in and it always seemed to knock him out.

"No. I don't think that will help you feel better any sooner."

"But I really want to see them. Plus, it's only six thirty in the afternoon. I've got a long time until I need to sleep."

"I will record every song, but you have to rest now."

"You promise?"

Jimin held up his pinky, "I pinky promise."

Yoongi smiled, "Okay then."

He closed his eyes briefly and was mumbling something under his breath. Jimin kept quiet and just looked at him.

Yoongi looked so innocent sleeping. He had a slight blush on his face which made him wonder if he was running a fever.

The small drops of perspiration were noticeable all over his forehead and nose. His lips were a bit swollen too. Fuck, he had beautiful pink lips. 

Jimin's eyes widened, shaking his head to snap himself out of this loop. Why did it matter if Yoongi had pretty pink lips? Why was he even thinking of that?

When Yoongi started coughing, he finally looked back at him. He felt bad for being four hours away outside a stadium parking lot to watch Yoongi's favorite band while he was sick.

"Yoongi?" He spoke.

"Huh? What? What? I'm here! I'm fine! Oh, by the way I told my parents we broke up." He murmured.

"Oh what did they say?" He asked, a bit nervous. He hadn't seen his family in weeks. It made him wonder how they would react once they saw each other again.

"They're going to be okay." He murmured, his eyes closing again. "They were sad about it. Especially my mom but I reassured them that I'm okay."

"Are you really okay?" Jimin asked while biting the inside of his lip.

"Huh? Oh yeah. I'm fine. I'm okay." He smiled.

"Okay because..." his voice trailed off and he looked down at his lap, unable to maintain eye contact. It was hard even through a screen.

Shut up Jimin. Shut the fuck up.

Jimin's mind kept telling him to not speak, however his mouth was moving faster than his brain. There was a sudden need to know what he's been wondering for months now. He kept his eyes focused on his lap as he asked the lingering question.

"I have a feeling that you like me. Do you? Do you like me Yoongi?" Jimin's heart was beating hectic and his face was bright red. Why was he blushing like an emotional teenager?

Jimin waited for what seemed like forever and slowly looked up to find Yoongi's camera flipped up towards the ceiling and that's when he heard the soft snores.

A wave of relief and disappointment fell over Jimin because what the hell was he thinking? There was no way Yoongi liked him and there was no way Yoongi made his heart flutter.

Chanyeol had his heart. He was the one.

But as Jimin stared at the hospital ceiling his mind circled back to a face and a pair of lips that weren't Chanyeol's.