Jungkook and Taehyung's illness

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Jungkook had one hand on the wheel, the other reaching for the dashboard. Taehyung sat next to him, his head thrown back, looking at Jungkook's profile with the tenderness you can only afford when you know there's little time left.

"Why are we going to the city?" Jungkook asked, glancing quickly at the guy.

Taehyung chuckled, running his finger across the glass. He clutched a folded sheet of paper with a stamp in his pocket—the disappointing test results.

“I want to see the sea,” Taehyung answered quietly, to hide the trembling in his voice. “The real one.”

Jungkook didn't know. And that made it doubly painful. Taehyung watched as the rays of light glided across Jungkook's cheekbones, as he bit his lip out of habit.

The car entered the tunnel. Taehyung exhaled and grabbed Jungkook's hand, tightly, almost painfully.

• I have to say something.

His voice trembled, but Jungkook, not understanding, squeezed his hand in response, thinking that it was just another impulse.

Taehyung smiled, and there was more sadness in that smile than Jungkook had ever seen.

"I'm sick, Jungkook. I want to spend this evening with you. And then... I don't know what will happen."

The car emerged from the tunnel. Ahead, a strip of sea sparkled. Jungkook slammed on the brakes, and they stopped right on the side of the road.

Jungkook looked at Taehyung, digesting his thoughts. Taehyung looked away, but didn't unclench his hands.

“Why…” Jungkook began, but stopped short.