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Hello, Whyareyoudo! (I didn't know if you wanted the tag lol) Finally got this written out for you, hope it's alright! It was so interesting to research Tourette's as I wrote this. Thanks for the request!

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“Shh!” Four hisses, expression pinching.

Those closer to Four frown at the smithy.

“Four? You… uh, ok?” Wind asks, glancing at his friend.

The smith blinks awkwardly, ears flushing. “Oh. Yeah. Sorry, just ignore me.”

“Were you shushing someone?” Wild asks curiously.

“No. Nope. Just… making noise. Sorry. I’ll shut up.” And they let it go. No more questions are asked, and Four doesn’t make any more unexplainable noises.

However, he does keep twitching oddly, wincing as if… he’s in pain. First, his arm twitches, moving halfway to his chest before the smith scowls and moves it back down. Then randomly ticks his head to the side.

He watches carefully until Four catches him and scowls. “What?”

“You have tourettes.” He states simply. Not an accusation, not a question. Just puts it out there.

Four pauses. “I have- I… What? No. I mean…” The smith trails off. Blinks.

Then settles on, “How the hell do you know that?”

“Because I have it, too.” He says easily. Shrugs when Four’s eyes go wide.

“Wait, ok, hold up. What’s tour- ett’s?” Wild frowns. “Can we help?”

“Tourettes.” Four says. “Its a neurological-”

“It affects the nervous system and makes it so you make movements and noises you don’t mean to.” He says before Four can launch into an overly complicated, full science report-sounding explanation.

“And you both have it?” Twi says, looking interested.

“Well, I do. And I think Four does, too.”

“Wait so like when you swear randomly you don’t even mean to?” Wind asks.

He considers this. “Sometimes. But now you’ll never know which ones I do purposefully so you’ll never be able to tell me off, Old Man.”

That gets some laughter into the group, easing the awkwardness that had developed.

Four, he notices, doesn’t even smile.

He seems deep in thought, biting his lip in that way he does when he’s thinking. Or maybe it’s another tic.

“I don’t think I do.” Four says finally, slowly. “It’s not always the same, it’s just random little… movements. Aren’t tics more… repetitive?”

“Sure, sometimes. Not always, though. There are other types… but I’m not gonna get too deep into that. Mine were like that, yeah, but I also know someone who’s also diagnosed and his are more like yours. It’s just rarer, I think.”

Four considers this, then nods slowly. “I’ll have to do some research, I think. It’d be nice to…”

The smith’s eyes snap to him. “You said were. Past tense. It went away?”

“It did for me. Well, not entirely. It just… got much less frequent as I got older. It doesn’t happen for everyone.”

Four nods, fingers twitching. Then shrugs somewhat awkwardly.

He shrugs, too, feeling bad for putting him on the spot. “We should keep going. I smell rain.”

So they continue down the path.

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They find a town before the rain comes, and an inn as well. With enough rooms open that they all get their own- a rare occurrence.

Since they’re inside with the rain, Wild and Wars just pass out rations for dinner and they all take to their rooms.

It’s been a rough few days, and they all go to bed rather early.

Or so he thought. He wakes up to the door next to his creaking open, soft footsteps fading as they move down the hall.

He waits a few minutes, then goes in search of the smithy with a sigh.

Out the inn, wandering aimlessly around town for a bit to give Four some alone time, then stumbles across the library in town.

Four, naturally, is buried in a stack of books, eyes slightly crossed as he fixates on the one under his nose.

“Smithy, it is three in the goddamn morning.” He grunts, and Four jumps and drops the book.

“Librarian said it was ok.” Four yawns, finding his page again.

“Wasn’t my point. You even gonna try to sleep tonight?”

“How can I?” Four mutters. It’s not sharp, not angry, but he still winces anyway.

“I’m sorry for… I don’t know. You know it doesn’t matter if you do, right? It’s not going to fix the tics or change… well, anything, really. There’s no way to treat-” Four closes the book and shoots him a look. “I don’t have Tourette's and we both know that. I would’ve had these tics since childhood and I haven’t, they’re not nearly repetitive enough to be considered tics, and-” Four sighs. “I know what causes it. Something that happened on my adventure. I appreciate you giving me an out, but I feel awful for lying.”

He takes a seat next to the smith. “You don’t have to lie. Just…”

“Lead them to believe the wrong thing,” Four says flatly.

“You did with Wolfie.” He counters, and Four winces.

“That’s different. It was his secret.”

“And this is yours. Listen, you don’t want to tell people about whatever this is. I get it. But they’re gonna ask- letting them believe this will stop the questions. Otherwise, they’ll just keep asking. Not with the intent of prying of course, but just out of curiosity. And that’ll make it worse. Maybe every once and a while you get a question about Tourette’s, but that’ll be it. If you keep deflecting questions they’ll keep asking.”

Four looks away, considering this. Then nods. “Thanks, Legend.”

He smiles, getting to his feet. “Anytime, Smithy. Now get some sleep- you look beat. Come back to the inn with me.” Four looks around, nodding. “I just… gotta put all these away first.”

Gives a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck.

He laughs, helping the smith put the books back on the shelves, then walking with him back to the inn.

“Goodnight, smithy.” He says as Four enters his room.

“Night, Leg.” Four yawns, giving a slight wave as he closes the door.

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Four raises his arms above his head, stretching as he walks up to the lake.

Walks up to Wild, who’s standing at the very very end of the dock, just his heels hanging on.

A strong gust of wind would put him in the lake.

“Whatcha looking at?” The smithy asks, and Wild shrugs.

“Just trying to see if there’s any fish in here.”

“So you can bomb them?” Four snickers, and Wild scowls playfully.

“It’s more efficient than sitting there with a worm on a string!” The champion insists, laughing. Four peers at the water, then points at a spot.

“I think I see some there.”

Wild crouches, squinting. “Where?” “Over- shit.”

Four’s arm twitches, knocking into Wild’s back.

The champion flails frantically, grabbing-

SPLOOSH.

The others on the land burst into laughter as Wild surfaces, staring in surprise and offense at Forur. “Smithy! I did nothing to you! Well, besides the peppers… and the tomatoes… ok, maybe I deserved that.” Wild sighs, laying back to float in the water.

“Sorry,” Four shrugs, but he can’t keep the grin off of his face. “Tourette’s.”

Wild sends a splash of water at the smith, causing Four to laugh and dart back to the safety of dry land.

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atticawenny · 6 years

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- Main Characters: Kim Seokjin / Kim Taehyung. - WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT [ Strong Language | Blood ]

***

“I hate you so much.”

“Why, hyung?”

“I just hate you.”

Taehyung shakes his head in disbelief. He opens his mouth to say something, but is cut by Seokjin’s cold words.

“I hate you so much. I hate you so much I want to die.”

“Hyung!”

“I hate you so much. I WANT TO DIE.”

“Hyung, please!”

Taehyung puts his hands over his ears to block the painful words.

“I want to die.”

No.

“I want to die.”

No. No.

“I want to die. I hate you so much, Kim Taehyung.”

NO.

It is midnight and they’re standing in the kitchen. Seokjin keeps saying those words over and over and over again like a dangerous chant, with blank eyes, with emotionless face.

“Hyung, please. What have I done wrong? Please tell me. I’m so so so sorry if I’ve done or said something that hurt you so bad like this. I’m so sorry. Please please please forgive me. I’m begging you, hyung.”

“I hate you so much I want to die.”

That’s all. He says nothing else other than those hateful chants.

“I want to die, Kim Taehyung.”

OH. MY. GOD.

Before he can stop himself, Taehyung slaps Seokjin in the face.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” He cries in frustration.

Seokjin falls on to the floor, but says nothing. He does shut his mouth, but slowly, he gets himself up and moves to the kitchen counter, opens one of the drawers, taking a knife and walks back to Taehyung.

Is he going to stab me with that thing?

Taehyung takes a step back.

Seokjin takes a step forward and then stops.

Taehyung wants ro run but he can’t leave Seokjin like this.

“Hyung, I’m so sorry I hit you, please hyung.”

He tries to get a hold of himself and slowly moves towards the elder. He carefully reaches one of his hands and brings it closer to the knife.

“I’m gonna take this, okay, hyung?”

Seokjin just gives him a blank stare. He looks like he is there but he isn’t.

“Kill me, please.” A tear rolls down his face.

Hearing that, Taehyung breaks down and cries. He kneels down on the kitchen floor, pulling his hair so hard it may bleed.

He looks up at Jin and gets up slowly.

“I’m gonna take this, hyung.”

“But kill me please.”

Taehyung chokes on his own tears. He takes the blade from Seokjin’s grip and then throws it away on to the farthest floor.

That’s when Seokjin glares at him like a mad man. “I TOLD YOU TO FUCKING KILL ME, DID I?”

Oh lord.

“Do you hate me that much, hyung?” Taehyung whispering with shattered heart.

He tries to hug his hyung but the man pulls away with disgusted face. Seokjin runs to take back the knife.

He thinks he’s losing his mind at the moment Seokjin holds the knife with both of his hands, and thrusts it into his heart.

“NO!”

Oh god no this is not happening.

That disgusting red colour seeps out from Seokjin’s white pajamas. But as if it is not enough, he pulls out the knife and thrusts it back.

I’m definitely going mental.

But no.

He doesn’t know how, he throws himself to Seokjin and grabs his hands. Seokjin loses his balance and crumbles on to the floor. Blood gurgling from his mouth.

THIS IS NOT HAPPENING.

My hyung. My one and only Seokjin hyung.

“H-hyung whyareyoudoing t-this!” Taehyung can’t believe he manages to speak.

Seokjin looks at him again with that blank stare. With blood dripping from his lips, he says, “I hate you so much, Kim Taehyung.”

***

“Hyung!”

Taehyung jolts from his bed.

“Did you just call me?”

“Huh?”

Taehyung turns his head to the left and sees Kim Namjoon sitting on a comfy chair with a book in his hands.

“I told you not to sleep after breakfast, did I? Did you have a bad dream or something?”

Instead of answering, Taehyung looks around and finds himself in his room. He looks at the clock on the wall. It’s just 10.47 am in the morning.

He remembers now. Today is their day off, they are free to do anything. And right after breakfast he let himself to take a nap. So, it was a bad dream, after all.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, hyung.”

Still trembling, he allows himself to get up and set his feet on the floor. He shakes his head again and again, as if trying to shake away the bad dream.

“Where is Jin-hyung?”

“In the kitchen, making something for lunch.”

Kitchen. That damned kitchen. Damned dream.

Without another word, he steps out of his room, heading to the kitchen.

He sees Seokjin, standing in front of the sink. The elder is wearing a light-blue t-shirt and a pair of comfortable sweatpants.

My hyung. My Seokjin hyung.

Still a little shaky, he walks closer to the elder and gives him a back hug.

“Jin-hyung.”

“Hmm?”

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing.”

Taehyung buries his sleepy face in Seokjin’s shoulders, inhaling his sweet scent. They are just quiet like that for a minute or two, until finally Taehyung feels something wet on his bare feet.

Water?

He looks down and finds out that water has formed some kind of a shallow pool on the kitchen floor.

What the hell.

The water is definitely falling down from the overflooded sink.

“Hyung, the water…”

The water.

Water is not red like that.

It isn’t supposed to be red like that.

He grabs Seokjin’s shoulders and turns the elder to face him. And that’s when he sees Seokjin’s face, all pale and colourless.

And his hands.

His hands.

“WHY ARE YOUR HANDS BLEEDING?” Taehyung wails

There are cuts all over both of Seokjin’s wrists, wide and deep cuts. His t-shirt has been soaked with blood.

Taehyung is still grabbing Seokjin’s shoulders, shaking him again and again. “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH YOU?”

Seokjin is trembling violently, panting slightly for air. His lips colourless, his eyes soulless. His tall figure slowly crumbles and Taehyung manages to catch him in time.

“NAMJOON HYUNG!” Taehyung screams at the top of his lung, calling for help.

He is crying like crazy now. He sets his hyung on the wet floor and grabs a bundle of napkins from the kitchen drawer.

In tears, he wraps Seokjin’s wounded hands with the napkins. He does not know if that will help, but that’s the only thing he can think of now. He sees Seokjin lying there, gasping for breath, each second harder.

“You’ll be okay,” he says to his hyung.

But he is not so sure. Nothing is sure.

A wave of thoughts hits him immediately.

What if Jin-hyung dies? What will happen to us all? What will happen to ME? I can’t live without him. I can’t. I CAN’T. I CAN’T. I CAN’T. I CAN’T. I CAN’T.

“Goodbye, Taehyung.” It’s Seokjin whispering.

“NO. NO. NO. DON’T TELL ME GOODBYE. DON’T MAKE ME CRY.”

My hyung. My one and only Seokjin hyung.

Who bought me that expensive birthday cake. Who takes care of me with all his heart. Whose heart is bigger than his shoulders. Who said he loved me live on national TV.

“N-Nam-Namjoonie hyung, where are you?”

Where is everybody? Why is no one answering?

He feels so helpless. He runs into his room and finds Namjoon is nowhere to be seen. He is desperately trying to find his phone but that damned thing is nowhere to be found.

“FUCK.”

He runs back to the kitchen and lifts Seokjin from the floor, taking him to the couch nearby.

“Wait for me, hyung. I’m gonna save you.”

He kisses Seokjin’s forehead and gives him a smile.

He wants to cry there. He wants to cry and rips his heart out but no.

He needs to get out and find some help.

He runs out of the house to the empty street searching for anybody. But where is everybody? He looks around in circle and feels that panic has finally washed over him.

Seokjin-hyung is dying.

He thinks he is finally giving up when he sees something is coming right from his left. The last thing he hears is himself calling Seokjin’s name before a car comes crashing down on him.

***

“JIN HYUNG!”

Namjoon yells in front of Seokjin and Yoongi’s bedroom door, pounding on the hard wood.

Seokjin mutters something under his breath and opens the door. “What the heck, Joon?”

“You gotta come. Fast. Now.”

The leader pulls Seokjin to walk with him to the younger’s room and that’s when he hears it. Taehyung is sitting on the floor, crying uncontrollably.

Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook have gathered in front of the door, sleepy but worried, wondering what is going on.

Seokjin looks at Namjoon, who looks at him back.

“He keeps calling your name, hyung.”

Seokjin is walking towards Taehyung when he hears Namjoon close the door and tell the others to wait outside.

He kneels down in front of Taehyung and embraces him in a hug.

In the dimly lit room, he can see the poor boy is shaking hard.

“Jin-hyung, I-I told you not to leave me.”

“Did you have a bad dream again?”

“A bad dream in a bad dream,” he mumbles.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Taehyung shakes his head.

Seokjin cups his hands on Taehyung’s cheeks and puts his forehead against the younger’s.

“Don’t leave me, hyung.”

“Why would I do that.”

“You don’t know how much you mean to me.”

“How much?”

“Like, if someone buys you your favourite ice cream with your favourite toppings when you don’t have any money on a hot day. That much.”

That makes Seokjin smile.

“Don’t leave me.”

“Sssh, it’s just a bad dream.”

Seokjin keeps hugging Taehyung and stroking his hair until the shaking boy finally calms down completely.

“Let me see you, hyung.”

Seokjin lets Taehyung hold his hands, touching here and there as if checking something. He then looks up to see Seokjin’s face, caressing his cheeks, patting his dark hair, and at last, smiling.

“You are okay, right, hyung?”

“I should be the one asking that, Taehyung-ah.”

“But I want you to be okay.”

“Yes I’m okay.”

“I thought I lost you,” his voice a whisper.

Taehyung buries his face in Seokjin’s neck, inhaling the sweet scent. This time, this is not a bad dream.

[ or A Bad Dream Part III ]

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