Third person's pov

Taehyung and Jungkook stepped into the living room, their worry palpable in the air. Jungkook motioned for Taehyung to take a seat on the sofa, and they both settled down, their minds racing with concern for Taemin.

"I just can't shake the feeling that something's really wrong," Jungkook murmured, his brow furrowed with worry.

Taehyung nodded, "I agree. This isn't like Taemin at all. "

Jungkook sighed, running a hand through his hair. "At first, I thought it might be stress from his studies, but it's definitely more than that."

Taehyung leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Do you think something happened at his college? Maybe with his friends or classmates?"

Jungkook considered this for a moment before shaking his head. "I'm not sure. Taemin doesn't usually talk about his friends much."

Taehyung sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration. "Then what could it be? Did he mention anything to you recently that seemed off?"

Jungkook thought back, trying to recall anything,"No, nothing specific. But he has been spending a lot of time on his phone lately, and he always seems off."

Taehyung frowned, deep in thought. "Do you think he might have a crush or girlfriend or boyfriend who rejected him?"

Jungkook's eyes widened slightly at the suggestion. "I hadn't considered that. It's possible, but I don't think Taemin would considering seeing someone right now, he is always focused on his studies."

Taehyung nodded slowly. "We should talk to him again when he wakes up. Try to get him to open up about what's bothering him."

Jungkook nodded and sighed.

After an hour.......

After an hour, Jungkook stepped inside Taemin's room to check on him. He found Taemin sleeping and he sat beside him, gently caressing his hair and planting a tender kiss on his forehead.

As he did, he noticed that Taemin's forehead felt warm. Concerned, Jungkook placed his hand on Taemin's forehead and realized that he had an high fever.

Worry etched on his face, Jungkook hurried to fetch the thermometer. Carefully, he placed it under Taemin's armpit and waited anxiously for the reading. When he checked, the thermometer displayed a temperature of 39°C.

Seeing the temperature, Jungkook immediately went to call Taehyung. He found him in the living room and quickly explained the situation,

"Taehyung, Taemin has a fever," Jungkook said urgently, his eyes reflecting his worry.

Taehyung's expression mirrored,  "It is high ?," he asked, rising from his seat and following Jungkook back to Taemin's room.

Jungkook nodded in response.

Taemin stirred slightly in his sleep as they entered, but he remained mostly still. Taehyung gently placed the back of his hand on Taemin's forehead, confirming the fever.

"Jungkook get cold water and a cloth, I will get some fever reducers" Taehyung said to which Jungkook nodded.

As Jungkook fetched the water and cloth, his heart raced with concern for Taemin. He set them on the table and immediately dipped the cloth in cold water,

Then he gently, he placed it on Taemin's forehead, soothing the fevered skin. Taemin stirred a little in his sleep, but Jungkook softly shushed him, hoping to keep him resting peacefully.

Meanwhile, Taehyung instructed Jungkook to lift Taemin slightly so he could feed him the medicine. Jungkook nodded and sat on the edge of the bed, carefully cradling Taemin in his arms. "Bubba Minnie, wake up," Jungkook whispered softly, brushing Taemin's cheek with his thumb.

Taemin groggily opened his eyes, blinking against the dim light filtering into the room. "What's wrong?" he murmured, his voice heavy with sleep.

"Open your mouth," Taehyung gently instructed, holding out the spoon with the medicine. Taemin complied, allowing Taehyung to feed him the medication followed by a sip of water.

He swallowed it and then laid back down, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "My body hurts," he muttered,

"I'll massage it," Jungkook replied tp him,

With tender care, he began to massage Taemin's head, gently kneading away the tension and soothing his aching muscles. Taehyung joined in and started messaging his legs,

After sometime, as Taemin drifted back into sleep, Jungkook started to gently place the cold cloth on his forehead, hoping to alleviate his fever. Beside him, Taehyung continued to massage Taemin's legs,

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Hye-joon entered the room with cautious steps. Taking in the scene before her, her brow furrowed with worry. "What's wrong? Does he have a fever?" she asked softly, her voice tinged with concern.

Jungkook nodded in response,  Hye-joon approached the bed and placed her hand on Taemin's forehead, "The fever is high," she said, her voice laced with worry.

Turning to Taehyung, she asked, "Did you give him medicine?" Taehyung nodded, "Yes, I just gave him the medicine a few minutes ago," he replied,

"Good," she murmured, her gaze shifting back to Taemin.

Then Hye-joon sat on the sofa and took her phone out.

As time passed, the night approached, casting a soft glow through the windows of the room.

The room was silent.

Hye-joon broke the silence, "Should I make dinner?" she asked, her eyes flickering between Taehyung and Jungkook.

Taehyung shook his head gently, his appetite suppressed by worry. "I'm not hungry," he said, "It's up to you both."

Jungkook his own stomach churning with anxiety. "I don't have much of an appetite either," he confessed, "As for Taemin, I'll give him something light if he wakes up during the night."

Hye-joon nodded in understanding, "Alright," she murmured, her voice soft,"Then I'll just order something for myself."

With that, she quietly left the room, The silence hung heavy between them, broken only by the soft hum of the air conditioning.

After what felt like an eternity, Jungkook noticed Taehyung's subtle discomfort as he rubbed his legs indicating that he was in pain.

Then Jungkook gently addressed his husband. "Tae, you've been massaging his legs for quite some time," he said, his voice was soft, "You should go and rest now. Your injuries aren't properly healed yet."

Taehyung glanced up softy. Nodding in agreement, he pushed himself up from the bed, wincing slightly at the pain that shot through his body. "You're right," he conceded, his voice strained with discomfort. "Wake me up if you need to, hmm?"

Jungkook nodded in acknowledgment,  "I will," he replied to him.

With a simple smile, Taehyung made his way out of the room, leaving Jungkook alone with Taemin.

As night settled in, Jungkook sat beside Taemin, his attention focused on his phone. The soft glow illuminated his face,

Suddenly, he felt a shift beside him, a sign that Taemin was waking up from his restless slumber. Setting his phone aside, Jungkook turned to face his son, his eyes filled with concern.

"Baby, how are you feeling?" he asked softly, his voice gentle with worry.

Taemin stirred, his gaze meeting Jungkook's. "Better," he murmured, his voice tinged with exhaustion.

Jungkook leaned in and placed a kiss on Taemin's forehead. "Do you want anything to eat?" he asked,

Taemin shook his head, his expression weary. Sitting up slowly, he looked at Jungkook, "Eomma, I'm so-orry for shouting at you earlier," he confessed, his voice filled with remorse.

Jungkook reached out to embrace him. "It's okay," he reassured him, his arms enveloping Taemin in a comforting embrace.

As they held each other close, Taemin suddenly buried his face in Jungkook's chest, his body trembling with emotion. Jungkook continued to hold him, gently rubbing his back in soothing circles.

Then Jungkook cupped his son's face and looked into his eyes,

"Baby, what's wrong?" he asked softly, his voice filled with concern. "Tell Eomma, Minnie."

Taemin hesitated for a moment, his expression clouded with fear and uncertainty. Then, with a heavy heart, he began to speak, his voice choked with emotion. "Eomma, a-am I a loser?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Jungkook's heart broke at Taemin's words, and he pulled back slightly, his eyes filled with disbelief. "Who told you that?" he said, his voice laced with anger and concern.

Flashback at Taemin's collage........

Taemin's hands trembled slightly as he left his classroom, eager to reach his next class as quickly as possible.

However, a group suddenly surrounded him, blocking his path. One of them sneered, "Why are you in such a hurry, huh?"

" Seojoon, j-just leave me alone. I g-gave you the homework and did as you asked." Taemin said, his voice was trembling and he was avoiding eye-contact.

" Not so quick, looser. "

Saying this another one snatched his books from his hands and tore them apart. Taemin's eyes widened in shock as the pieces fluttered to the ground. Without warning, one of them kicked Taemin's legs, causing him to stumble backward.

"Such a loser," they jeered, their laughter echoing in the hallway as they walked away, leaving Taemin humiliated and alone amidst the mocking stares of his peers.

Taemin wanted to die. He wanted the earth to swallow him as he felt everyone's stare on him.

They were laughing.

He felt like a coward, a coward who is being bullied 2 weeks now and can't even tell his proffesor or parents about it.

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So that was all for today's chapter, I hope you enjoyed reading it.

So what are your views on it ?

What do you think about taemin ?

Borahae,
Byee.

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