V'S POV

I held tightly onto Jungkook's hands, feeling them become clammy with nerves. I cupped his soft cheeks in my large hands, watching as his eyes fluttered shut. Small streams of tears ran down his face, accumulating at my hands. I wiped them away gently with my thumbs, watching as his lips trembled in an attempt to hold back his tears, failing as they all spilles out from his closed eyes. My heart cracked slightly, and I bit my lip seeing him like this. I leaned in to press a sweet kiss to his forehead, and he flung his arms around my neck and beagn crying into my chest. I threaded my hands through his hair, feeling his shoulders shake against me, so I wrapped my arms around his thin waist tighter. I kissed the top of his head, whispering into the smooth black locks.

His sobs slowly became quiet hiccups, and he tilted his head to look up at me. His eyes were stained pink due to his crying, and they were covered with a glossy layer of unshed tears. I kissed the tip of his nose, and his lips broke out into an infatuating smile. I grinned back at him, and heard the low thud of combat boots behind us. I turned around to find Namjoon and Jin, both beaming at each other with a sense of admiration. My mouth dropped slightly as I saw Namjoon lean down to press a tender kiss on Jin's lips; even Jungkook had stared at them, shocked. I coughed lightly, and they both turned to look at us, eyes widening, before they both burst out into fits of giggles. I shook my head at the pair, and Jungkook turned to face me, a mischieous twinkle in his eyes. Before I could process anything, he yanked me down from the collar and pressed his lips to mine forcefully. I grinned against his rounded lips. He broke away from the short lip-lock, only to wink at Namjoon and Jin. They both shook their heads, but their faces soon fell. I soon remembered why we were all here, and my breath hitched in my throat. Jungkook had already turned to the receptionist, palms flat on the wooden desk.

"Please, call a taxi to take us to the hospital. We need to see Park Jimin... Immediately!" he barked, his eyes turning dark with determination. The lady behind the desk soon turned afraid, nodding her head frantically before fumbling with the phone desperately, mumbling out the address of the orphanage and bowing curtly to Jungkook. He sighed before leaning back off the desk. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him to my chest, his back pressed up against me. I rested my chin on the crown of his head, and Jin and Namjoon both walked up to us. Jin ruffled my hair, Namjoon whining slightly behind him, punching Jin's shoulder to get his attention. Jin spun around to wrap his arms around Namjoon's neck, pressing a kiss to his nose lovingly.

Soon enough, the taxi had picked us up and after a 20 minute drive, we had reached the hospital. Jungkook was the first to bolt out of the door and through the large entrance of the pristine white building. A pang of jealousy struck my chest, and I slowed down my jog to a stroll. Jin pivoted around, sending me a confused look. I replied by breathing out harshly through my nose, directing my attention to the walls around me. "JIMIN!" I heard Jungkook yell. Soon, everyone had come to a stop outside one room. I wedged myself between Jin and Namjoon, resting my hands on Jungkook's hips. A nurse from inside beckoned us inside, and my hands were suddenly feeling thin air, and I felt myself being pushed into the plain white room. Jimin was sat up on the bed, the boy from before was perched next to him. Jimin's eyes met mine, but they soon flicked to the wall, uninterested in the fact that I came here with forgiveness in mind. Jungkook leaped over to Jimin and enveloped him in a hug, a small smirk spreading over Jimin's face. I gritted my teeth at him, Namjoon gripping my shoulders, understanding my tense situation. Jungkook turned back to me, and pushed me onto a chair that was next to the brown haired boy. He seated himself onto my lap innocently, despite his awkward position. I let out a broken gasp, and wrapped my arms around his waist, once again. Jimin sent me a cold glare, as Jungkook pressed a kiss to my cheek, to which I replied with a cheeky smirk. "Jimin are you ok?" Jungkook asked cautiously.

"I'm fine Kookie," he mumbled out, his voice scratchy and broken. The brown haired boy next to him perked up, and faced all four of us.

"He's actually not. The reason he's here is because he has mild alcohol poisoning, but everything has been flushed out of his system. However, he shouldn't touch alcohol; it's clear that he isnt good with it," he chuckled out the last part, and Jimin joined him.

"Ah! How rude of me! I'm Mark Tuan, pleasure to meet all of you!" he stuttered out, cheeks flushing a light pink colour. Jungkook giggled, before introducing himself and the rest of us. Mark smiled widely, before bowing curtly, and getting up to go to the toilet. However, the guest times were soon closed, but Mark was allowed to stay, as he had stated that he would look after Jimin. After some negotiation, we were back at home at the orphanage, relaxing knowing that our friend was safe. Despite the overall cheerfulness, I couldn't help but feel threatened by Jimin, so I decided to keep my guard up.

After brushing our teeth, I had gone to Jungkook's room, as he had insisted that I stayed in his room tonight. I stripped down to my boxers and cuddled in next to Jungkook, drifting asleep to his soft snores.