Yoongi's POV-

While I've been walking, or more accurately limping, around the house I can't help but notice Kook's discomfort as well.

Discomfort for a different reason, but discomfort nonetheless.

I stand up from the couch with the intention of walking over to where he is sat at the dining table but end up having to halt and then continue at a much slower pace.

I figured I would be sore but my God. I can't complain though. It's my own fault. I unexpectedly enjoyed the feeling of being forcefully filled in the moment, but I am going to have to remember how terrible the day after is the next time I think it's a good idea. If there's a next time.

After I finally get myself stood up straight I shuffle cautiously over to him.

"Kook?"

He groans. "Please stop asking. I told you, I'm fine." He says with a clenched jaw.

"No, you are not. I knew yesterday was too much and I was selfish. We shouldn't have done that last night." I say in a more stern tone. I'm not mad at him, more so at myself.

He doesn't raise his head or look at me while we let a few moments of silence settle between us before he stands up from the table with his glass of water.

I watch his every movement as he goes over to the counter where I had set out his stronger pain killers earlier when I noticed how he would try to hide his movements when he would massage his temple or pinch the bridge of his nose.

I feel relieved when he takes the medicine before silently, with his glass still in hand walks around the corner, down the hallway to the bedroom.

I've been trying to get him to take something then go lay in our room with the lights off and the blackout curtains drawn for over an hour now so I'm glad he might be finally doing it. Stubborn little brat.

I decided to let him be alone for now while I take my phone out to call Jimin. He said that he didn't have classes today so he would come over while I went in to work.

*RING* *RING*

"Suga-hyung! I was just about to call you to tell you I was on my way."

I roll my eyes at his overly cheery tone. "I'm sure you were Park Jimin."

He groans into the receiver, obviously annoyed. "Why do you shorten everyone else's name or give them nicknames but you say my full name?! I asked you not to. You know I hate it."

"I say your full name because you asked me not to."

"Whatever. I'll be there in fifteen minutes." He sighs in defeat.

"Fifteen minutes? That would mean you haven't left yet if you're that far out. So you lied. You're not on your way." I tease.

"Yah! Why did you even call me? Do you not need me to come there?"

"I do, I was just calling to see how long you would be and if you might be able to make a stop on your way. I can transfer the funds to you so all you will have to do is get the stuff."

"...That depends on what you need."

"It's actually not for me, it would be for Kook."

"Oh, well then definitely I'll stop! What does he need?"

I start to list off the things I'd like him to pick up one by one but as the list begins to grow as more and more things come to mind, I decide it will be easier to just text him the list so nothing is forgotten.

"Okay, if you say so. I'll stop on my way. It'll probably be more like an hour before I get there, will that be okay?"

"Yes. Hopefully he will be asleep when you get here."

He lets out an annoyed huff as he whines. "If he'll be asleep why does he need all of this now? He and I could just add going to the store to our list of things to do today."

"I don't think he should be doing much today, so just get the stuff. Please."

"Okay. I'll get it all but only because you said please. I just hope I have enough energy to do all of this for you."

"What? It's not going to take a lot of energy. You're being ridiculous."

"It is though." He whines. "Do you know what would give me energy?"

I sigh as I roll my eyes. "What would give you energy Park Jimin. A coffee?"

"If you said 'I love you Jimin-ssi. You are my favorite friend of Jungkookie's and a much better dancer than Hobi.' That would give me energy for the rest of my life." He teases back.

"You're not a better dancer than Hobi."

"Lie then. Just say it."

"No. I'll see you when you get here."

"Say it Hyung."

"No."

"Fine Mr Grumpy pants."

"Thank you. I'll see you when you get here."

"I probably won't be moving as fast so it could be two hours. Maybe longer. But okay, I'll see you eventually."

I roll my eyes and exhale deeply.

"Hey, Park Jimin."

He groans. "God, what else do you need!"

"I love you." I mumble. "In a platonic way. And I'm not going to say the other stuff because you are not my favorite friend of Kook's, that'll always be Taehyung, and Hobi is the best dancer."

He gasps. "YOU SAID I LO-"

I end the call and set my phone down on the counter next to the pill bottle Kook left out.

Poor Kook. I knew last night was a bad idea.

Jungkook's POV-

Maybe last night was a bad idea.

I've been trying to hide how much pain I'm in, but I've had a slow throbbing headache today that I can feel deep in my brain. It feels like it's starting from the core and branching outward.

Yoongi's voice when he would talk to me has sounded all muffled since I woke up but just now at the table was the worst.

I could barely hear anything he said. It sounded as if he was talking to me from another room behind a closed door.

That's when I knew I needed to take something and lay down.

It didn't take long after getting into bed for the medication to kick in and I began to get extremely tired.

I know Yoongi will be leaving soon and might not be back when I wake up but I know that Jimin is coming today so he'll be here. He'll be the someone that loves me when I wake up.

Not my first choice person (I'd rather it be Yoongi of course) but Jimin will do. As my eyes start to get heavy and I close them begrudgingly as I drift into sleep.