"I can do it myself." Taehyung said embarrassed.

"No way. I'll do it. I don't want you to get tired." Jungkook responded. He had decided to take Taehyung out to the garden as a distraction.

He was currently pushing his wheelchair and Taehyung didn't like that very much. It made him feel useless even though he had good intentions.

"I won't I've been doing this for months. I'm used to it now."

"Well you'll have to excuse me, but I'm going to do it either way."

He sighed, "Where are we going either way?"

"To see nature!"

"I fucking hate nature. It's hot as fuck. Take me back inside."

"But—"

"I said take me back inside. Aren't you suppose to do what I say?"

"Yes. I am. I just wanted you to to distract yourself." He said softly.

Taehyung crossed his arms over his chest. "This isn't distracting me. This is pissing me off."

"Hold on let me show you." Jungkook grinned continuing to push.

He kept a frown on his face until Jungkook abruptly stopped. "What the fuck?" He asked squinting.

It was an extremely hot day today and he did not want to be out here. He turned around annoyed and then noticedJungkook was gone.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Jungkook! We here the hell are you? Are you just going to leave me here to rot?"

"Ta-da!" He excitedly screamed getting in front of him. He handed him a flower crown and smiled.

"Huh?"

"I made you this. Can I put it on you?"

"I don't see the point of it but fine."

Jungkook put it over his head and fixed it. Taehyung held his breath the whole time while he adjusted the crown.

It was built with pretty red flowers and leaves. When he pulled away and saw him he smiled sweetly.

"It looks so lovely on you."

Taehyung finally took a breath and sheepishly looked away. "Whatever. That's why you brought me here? For a stupid flower crown?"

"No of course not. I wanted to show you this." He said turning him around. Taehyung was ready to be angrier, but instead gasped surprised. There was gorgeous flowers planted around the trees.

No one really took care of the garden since Taheyung and Namjoon were the only ones there.

Namjoon was busy with work and himself well...he was very limited. It had been a while since he'd seen something like this.

"You did this?"

"I did. Isn't it beautiful?"

"It is."

Jungkook kneeled next to him on the ground. "I'm glad you like it." He said and reached over to wipe some sweat from his forehead.

Taehyung avoided eye contact with him. He made him so nervous at times. "Are we done yet?"

"Not yet. Let's go under the tree for some shade. It'll be relaxing to just sit out here and enjoy the weather." He pulled him under the nearest tree.

"I don't enjoy it."

"Close your eyes and listen." Jungkook whispered.

Taehyung sighed annoyed and closed his eyes. He didn't lie when he said it would be relaxing. The birds chirping and wind sounded so peaceful.

Jungkook smiled satisfied. "You're beautiful."

He opened his eyes startled. "You don't have to lie to me because Namjoon told you to."

"I'm not lying. You're very defensive."

Taehyung shrugged annoyed. It bothered him that Jungkook was so nice. Especially because it was a lie.

"Taehyung?"

"Hmm?"

"What happened to you?"

"Nothing."

"I'm sorry I asked you. I shouldn't hav—"

"Nothing happened to me. I woke up one day and I just couldn't walk."

"What? Is that even possible?" He wondered.

"I mean look at me." He chuckled sarcastically.

"There has to be some explanation for this. Something must've...it's just not..."

"There isn't an explanation. I've had plenty of studies. Nothing shows up. I just woke up one day like this. They think it's more of a psychological thing."

"Have you tried to see someone about that?"

"Yep. Been to plenty of psychologists. It doesn't work."

"That's why you have to keep trying until it does."

"No. I'm tired of trying and failing. Every time I feel like I'm getting somewhere I fall back. Each time I do it hurts worse than before. That's why I just stopped caring."

"But what about your family? Did you stop caring about them too?"

"No. I will never stop caring for them. I just want to stop hurting them too. Every time I fail they hurt with me too. I don't think it's fair."

"We've talked about this Taehyung. They need to know and feel what you do."

He sighed, "Whatever. I'm tired now. Take me back inside."

"Hey, look at me,"

Taehyung refused to look. It was already hard enough to face him and now after confessing this it made it worse.

"Please." He softly whispered.

The softness of his voice made him look. It was impossible not to. Sweetness dripped from every word he spoke.

"If you don't say what you feel inside it'll only accumulate within you. It will turn into insomnia, anger, heartache, doubt, and fear. Just because you don't say it doesn't mean it will die. It will only kill you."

•••

Yoongi quietly moaned as his hand moved faster around his erection. The water running made his noise a bit muffled which he appreciated.

He didn't want Jimin to be able to hear what was going on. Yoongi wasn't the type to touch himself in the shower.

He wasn't the type to touch himself period. But lately he had been so stressed he needed to relax a little.

This seemed the only way to make him more calm.

"What are you doing?" Jimin asked.

Yoongi squealed quickly removing his hand from his crotch area. He turned around so Jimin couldn't see him through the shower curtain.

It wasn't a clear view, but his figure could still be seen through it. "Get out!" He screamed mortified.

"But what were you doing? It looked fun."

"Oh my fuck. Jimin. Get the fuck out. What are you doing here? I fucking locked the door."

"Yeah and I unlocked it with a paper clip. You've got some crappy doorknobs. I'm using the bathroom. Did you forget I have my necessities too?"

"Are you taking a shit while I'm showering?" He asked in disbelief.

"Not anymore. I'm flushing as we speak."

Yoongi groaned banging his head against the shower wall. "Oh my shit. I have no privacy. You're like my kid or something."

"Yeah it was a big—"

"I don't want to know about your shit! Get out!"

"It doesn't smell silly. I already sprayed something." He replied as he washed his hands.

"Hey! That's making the water cold turn it off!"

"Well do you just not want me to wash my hands?" He asked.

He took a deep breath attempting to calm himself down. "Just leave, okay? Jimin? Hello?" He asked paranoid.

When he heard the shower curtain open his eyes got so big he thought they'd pop out. "Oh no! No! No! Out!"

"I came to bond human." He smiled. He was still fully dressed and it didn't bother him at all his clothes were getting wet.

"I don't want to bond! Get out!"

"Why's your penis like that? Mine has never looked like...oh. I get it. You're sexually aroused and—"

"If you don't get out I'm going to—"

"To do what?"

"I-I will-will slip and fall and hit my head. I'll be really hurt because of you." He mumbled unable to think of any other threatening thing to say.

"Hmm. Who will buy me mayonnaise then? Okay. I'll get out. Bye mortal. Just so you know I'm dripping on your floors and stealing some of your clothes."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever just leave!"

Jimin shrugged and stepped out. His clothes was now soaking wet and he did exactly what he said he would.

He walked out and closed the door behind. The first thing he looked for was the clothes drawer.

Once he opened it up he started taking the clothes out. He wrinkled his nose disgusted. His whole wardrobe was black and white.

It wasn't until he pulled out a sky blue shirt that he smiled satisfied. He threw to the side and was about to put all the other stuff back when he spotted a picture at the bottom.

Out of curiosity he picked it up. He looked at him for a few seconds. He was beautiful. Beyond any word to describe him.

This had to be Hoseok.

In the picture he was wearing the colorful stripped shirt Jimin had fallen in love with before.

He took note of how soft and straight his light brown hair looked. Then slowly reached up to touch his.

It was a bit dry, nowhere near as perfect as Hoseok's. And that jawline of his was indescribable.

It was to die for.

Literally.

Jimin kept touching his face suddenly upset at his appearance. His face was rounder, eyes so squinty, and his lips way too plump.

Now he understood why Yoongi had made him look this way. He wasn't lying when he said he made him the complete opposite.

And for the first time he felt an emotion that wasn't pleasant. He never wanted to feel like that again.

It was insecurity.