jin pov: 

after the day of the incident, nothing had really changed. we went back to normal and after he returned my jacket, nothing went farther than the occasional "hyung" and talking out of necessity. although i wouldn't really have a problem with that, a part of me felt disappointed. disappointed that not only had he not talked to me, but more so that i didn't have the will to initiate any conversation myself. the days grew shorter and the nights grew longer as the world slowly settled itself into winter. 

i had been telling the members for a few days now to keep wearing your jackets outside after practice even if they get hot, but taeyeong and jinho always seemed to disobey me. jinho was doing it on purpose, but taeyeong just was busy and didn't have the time to get ready and put all his layers on after practice. usually when the members don't listen to me, i would scold them, but with my awkward unwillingness to have to do anything with lee taeyeong, i didn't say anything. 

so of course, i wasn't extremely surprised when he texted the groupchat that he couldn't come to practice since he cought a cold. i thought it would pass over, maybe a day or two without practice and he would come back, the same old lee taeyeong that we learned to love and appreciate.

so when lee taeyeong doesn't show up to practice for 2 weeks straight, we all had grown to realize something was wrong. it just so happened that i was the one in charge of going to visit him because i was the leader and jinho said something like the oldest should check on the youngest. (which in all honesty didn't really have any correlation but jinho was jinho and who could stop him) 

so here i am, in front of an aparment door with chicken soup in a to-go bag for lee taeyeong, that new dancer kid who just moved in and was an adorable little fuzzball. when he opened the door, it would be a lie to say that i didn't cringe. 

yes lee taeyeong was still as adorable and cute as ever, but he had lost weight. his face was pale and his eyes had slight under eye circles. his nose was red and runny and his bottom lip was a little chapped. his somewhat dry skin just made him look even more dead, not to mention the little mop on top of his head which was a result of sleeping in all day and not getting a haircut. he let me in, holding the door open while being covered in a comforter. i walk in without a word and start heating up the chicken soup. 

"hyung, why are you here?" a small voice asks, croaky from unuse. without looking up from my chicken soup i reply. 

"we're all extremely worried about you. you haven't showed up to practice for two weeks and we haven't really heard from you in the group chat. so they sent me to come find you and take care of you." 

silence. 

i turn around in the midst of an awkward pause, looking for any reaction of reply from the petite body. 

he looks up to me in the eyes and opens his mouth to speak, furrowing his eyebrows all the while, as if in deep thought. 

"were you worried for me?" he akss, anticipation shining through his otherwise dull eyes. i hesitated for a few seconds, contemplating his question and what would honestly be the answer. 

i let my heart take the lead. 

:"yes you little brat i was worried about you. next time you decide to die, make sure to text us about how you're feeling. if you ever feel lonely or uncomfortable we'll come find you. i'll come find you." i say, staring him in the eyes and furrowing my eyebrows. 

a smile creeps on his face and his face flushes red while he says his thanks. he turns around and scurries into his room before closing the door and disappearing from my sight. i shake my head and chuckle, amused by the 19 year old's behavior. 

"i'll call you out once your chicken soup is ready taeyeong." i yell our, returning my attention to the pile of liquid that brought me here in the first place. 

"okay hyungie" a muffled shout comes from his room. a smile creeps on my face without my knowing. 

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taeyeong pov: 

once i reach my room i can't stop the smile from overcoming my face. my brain replays his words of worry in my brain, making me giggle and blush. the amount of worry and sincerity in his sentences punched me (in a good way if that makes sense) and i contain the will to squeal. 

in all honesty, i have always liked jin hyung since i joined DOB. something about his personaltiy or his looks had always stood out to me. maybe it was his height, or his face. his body or maybe his legs. or maybe it was his laugh or the way his eyes crinkled into folds when he smiled. who knew what it was. all that i know is that i am definitely attracted to jin.

so when hyung showed that much affection for me and told me that he was worried, i couldn't help but be excited. i'm pretty sure i just sat there and giggled for a good thirty seconds until he called me again to tell me he would call me when he was done with the soup. 

my mouth couldn't help but let the "hyungie" slip out during my reply.