Jungkook opened his eyes. He wasn't in the hospital. It was warm and the ceiling wasn't crisp white. There was a crackling fire a few meters from his feet. He sat up, taking note of the plaid blanket over him. He was wearing an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants. It was dark, except for the fire. The room was unfamiliar. The walls were all either stone or wood. It was cozy, and a little scary, since Jungkook had no idea where he was, what day it was, and who had brought him there. The room had a bookshelf that reached the ceiling on his right, and a door on his left. Above the fireplace was a TV. There was a bedside table immediately to his right.

The doorknob turned, and Jungkook's gut tightened in anticipation. Taehyung came into the room.

"Oh! You're awake," he said.

Jungkook released a breath. "Tae! I was so scared. Where are we? What happened? Why did you bring me here? Is there anyone else? How long have I been here? When do I have to go back to work?"

Taehyung laughed. "You were in the hospital for two days, and then I took you here. It's my family's cabin. No one but my family and yours knows we're here. And Jimin. But they can't tell anyone. We're going to stay until you're healthy again. It's been a night you've been here. It's just us."

"This is very unrealistic, Taehyung," Jungkook said. "We can't just escape from our lives."

Taehyung shrugged. "You were exhausted, dehydrated, and starving. Not to mention the stress that's been affecting you for the last five years. You need to be completely healthy. Life away from everything is perfect for that."

"You know we have to work, right?" Jungkook said. People would go crazy over their disappearance. "How will we explain this? We're expected to jump right up and go back to work immediately. Also, you don't get an excuse since you're not sick."

Taehyung looked seriously at Jungkook. "I'll say I was taking care of you as your best friend, and taking a break since my behavior lately has been unacceptable. This was meant to calm me down, and you just took extra long to wake up and be healthy and stuff. We'll be perfect again, and everyone will love us."

Jungkook scoffed. "Right. Because that's how life works."

Taehyung smiled and exited the room. Jungkook sat there a little awkwardly for a minute or so before Taehyung came back.

"We need you to eat well, and a lot. And also drink a lot of water, and sleep a lot. And exercise. When I feel like you're okay again, we can go back out into the world." Taehyung was carrying a tray. On it was a bowl of porridge*, a plate of blueberries and strawberries, and a glass of water. He sat on the bed and placed the tray beside him. He scooped up a little porridge and tried to feed Jungkook.

"What are you doing?" asked Jungkook.

"Feeding you," Taehyung said.

Jungkook shook his head. "I can feed myself."

"Yeah, but I want to."

Jungkook sighed and allowed himself to be fed. It was a little messy, and every so often a little porridge would drip down Jungkook's chin. Taehyung would fuss over it and wipe it up with a napkin more dramatically than necessary, but Jungkook secretly liked it. He couldn't help but smile being with Taehyung again, even if they weren't together. Taehyung looked up and noticed Jungkook smiling, which made him blush. Jungkook smiled more to think that Taehyung was affected by the same things as his fangirls.

When the porridge was finished, Taehyung placed the plate of berries on the bedside table, as well as the glass of water. "Apparently, berries are good for you. Drink a lot of water. Don't try watching TV, because it won't work. It's 10:00 pm, so sleep when you can. Good night. Sweet dreams."

Seokjin was confused. He and Namjoon were at Namjoon's house, but the entire drive had been quiet. Usually, Namjoon would prompt Seokjin, and then he would talk on and on, with occasional input from Namjoon. But Namjoon hadn't said anything.

Seokjin walked into the kitchen with the groceries he had picked up before work, and started cooking for the two of them. Namjoon didn't come into the kitchen as he usually did. Seokjin cooked in the kitchen alone, and when the dinner was ready, he went out to call Namjoon. They set the table without talking, and Namjoon sighed before sitting down. Seokjin frowned, but didn't say anything. They ate for a while without saying anything, until Seokjin couldn't stand it anymore.

"Are you upset with me?" he asked. Namjoon looked up.

"Hm? Why would you say that?"

"You've barely spoken to me since I got off work."

Namjoon frowned. "Oh. Well, you weren't very nice to Haeryung."

Seokjin was shocked. Why should he be nice to Haeryung? "What?"

"You weren't very nice to her. It was already a little awkward. You made her feel worse. You're already much more successful than she is and everything, so why did you need to do that as well?"

"Why do you care so much about her?" asked Seokjin.

Namjoon shrugged. "I would do the same for anyone. It was clear she was uncomfortable."

"But we aren't anyone. She's your ex, and I'm your boyfriend. And you're siding with her."

Namjoon sighed, and it looked like he was trying not to roll his eyes. "Jin, there are no sides. I'm just stating my opinion."

"Which happens to support her. Rather than me."

"This is a little childish and selfish of you, don't you think?"

Seokjin let out a shriek through his clenched teeth. "No, I don't think so!"

Namjoon exhaled sharply. "Well, we'll disagree on that. I also think you're being a little insecure."

"I think you're just insulting me now!" yelled Seokjin.

Namjoon rolled his eyes. "It's not a big deal if I defend Haeryung because I would do it for anyone. You were treating her unfairly because she used to be my girlfriend."

"No, because you forgot about me immediate