a/n: UMMM IF YOU HAVENT LISTENED TO HELLEVATOR YET, YOU'RE MISSING OUT ON SO MUCH AMAZING MUSIC SO I SUGGEST YOU LISTEN TO THIS SONG AND SPREAD IT AROUND BECAUSE THEY'RE MY SONS AND THEY DESERVE LOVE AND RESPECT. Okay now to the chapter. This song has nothing to do with the chapter by the way. (its been a while since i wrote this so don't mind it -  24/11/17) (a/n: IM SORRY I KNOW I PRACTICALLY DIED JEEZ PLS DONT H8 ME M8S - 5/12/17)

~Joonie's POV~

"Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit! What were we thinking?" Sejun exclaimed, his hands gripping his dark brown locks. Jiyong was asleep on his couch as the others were trying to calm down Sejun.

"Hyung, it's okay. We just need to let him rest and drink some fluids." Jisung said, rubbing Sejun's back slightly as he tried to make Sejun take deep breaths. Feeling awkward in this situation, I walked over and sat next to the sleeping Jiyong. The couch dipped next to me. Turning my head, I saw Hyo sitting there.

"How's he doing?" I looked back at the peaceful Jiyong and smiled.

"He seems to be doing okay. I think he'll be fine with some fluids and rest, He should be okay by the time tomorrow comes." I said, a sigh of relief escaping my lips. My hand ruffled Jiyong's hair as he stirred in his sleep. In the back of my head, a question echoed: what got him so worked up to put him in this condition?

"That's a relief. I was worried he would be even worse." Hyo said, I smile dancing across his gorgeous features. I smiled back at him when my phone started buzzing. Picking it up, I saw it was my father.

"I'll be right back." I hurried outside the room and answered. "Hello?" I winced at the voice that boomed back.

"WHY AM I GETTING A TEXT FROM MIN-AH SAYING 'IS JIYONG OKAY?'!" My father's, Namjoon's, deep voice blasted through the speaker.

"I-I'm sorry....she must've got our names in her contacts mixed up again.." My voice was shaking a little. A sigh was heard before he took a breath.

"I'm sorry for scaring you, Joonie. Just, tell me what's going on with Jiyong." Swallowing the lump in my throat, I told him everything that I heard from Min-Ah about the party to how we snuck him out of the hospital to how we're now at Sejun's house. My palms started to get sweaty, a feeling of guilt for not stopping Jiyong spreading through my gut as my dad listened intently.

"Do you want me to come over and see if I can help in anyway?"

"Uh I'm not sure yet, let me ask the-"

"JOONIE GET IN HERE!" A strained voice said from the other room.

"Joonie, what was that?" My dad questioned, his tone laced with seriousness.

"I-I'm not sure, just please get here. I gotta go, love you dad." I clicked the end button and ran in the see Jiyong keeled over and bucket throwing up. It felt like needles were prickling my body everywhere, fear creeping up behind me like a monster in your closet. Running to Jiyong's side, I rubbed his back.

"Hey, you're gonna be okay. It's okay." I hummed, holding Jiyong close as he threw up again. I looked up at Jisung who was closest.

"He needs fluids and food in his system, he's just dry heaving right now. We need water and something light for him to eat." Jisung nodded and ran to Sejun's kitchen.

"Joonie...m-my stomach hurts........so  d-does my head..." Jiyong's voice was raspy and he was trembling.

"Shhh you're okay. Just breathe. You'll be okay, I promise. Hang in there hyung." Jisung came back with a bottle of water and some crackers. "Jiyong, don't fight me when I do this." I warned, putting the bottle to his lips and making him drink. His hands grabbed my wrists and tried to push my arm away. "Hyung stop it. Don't fight it! You need to get some fluids in your system." I scolded as I watched him swallow the water. Soon, half of the bottle as gone and I took it away from his lips and he was over the bucket again, hurling up most of the water I just made him drink.

"Joonie st-stop! Aren't y-you pushing him t-too hard?" Lain asked, his voice trembling.

"He needs food and fluids-" I started but was cut off by a low voice that I knew all too well.

"That's true Joonie, but forcing him to drink and eat won't help. He needs to sleep and then eat when he's ready." My father said, his husband, Seokjin and my other father, walking in behind him. I sighed in relief as my father, Seokjin, who was now a well renowned doctor, set Jiyong on the couch and felt his face.

"He has a horrible fever. Namjoon, call Y/N and tell her to come pick him up-" Jiyong took dad's hand and shook his head.

"I-It's their.....a-annivers-sary.....p-please d-don't ru-uin it b-because of m-me..." Jiyong's voice was trembling almost as must as he was. "A-As long as.....I-I'm better b-by tomorrow's sh-show, I-I'll be f-fine..." I heard my heart break at his words. The others gathered and looked at the ground, not trying to convince Jiyong otherwise.....until Hyo spoke up.

"Jiyong, don't push yourself. Your health is most important. I'll talk to manager-nim tonight and see what we can do. You need to go back to the hospital and get taken care of." He said, sitting next to him and taking his hand.

"But h-hyung-"

"Wait, BACK to the hospital?" My father, Namjoon, asked, looking over all of us. I went silent before taking a step towards him.

"Dad....that was my fault....I..I didn't try to stop him from leaving. I'm sorry...."  A sigh was heard when I looked up to see dad, Namjoon, carrying Jiyong to the  car.

"Joon, are you gonna take him back to the hospital?" Dad, Seokjin, asked. He nodded before pecking his husband on the lips. Dad walked out with Jiyong in his arms and left me with my other father, Seokjin.

"Lets go home Joonie, It's been a long day for all of us." I nodded before saying goodbye to the guys. Though when I got home, I never expected to see what I did.

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a/n: I KNOW ITS BEEN AGES AND IM SORRY