𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐕𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 || 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊

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Taehyung

'Yeah, but it's only a check up Tae, it'll be fine, okay?' Eomma smiled before kissing me on the head.

I forced a smile to my face whilst nodding, ignoring the sick feeling in my stomach when I thought of Jeongguk again.

It feels worse than it did yesterday. It feels wrong. No. It feels like somethings..not right?

'Do you want cereal?' She signed aggressively to me after tapping me on the shoulder, pulling me out of my head like usual.

At least I could somewhat 'hear' my thoughts. It's the closest I could get to the real thing. We can't afford the surgery. It would mean we couldn't afford to pay the bills of the house.

Mother considered it once but I stopped her. I don't want us living badly and her struggling just because of me and my problem since birth. I've always had it. It's fine. I'm fine.

I don't need to hear sounds. I don't need to hear voices. I don't need to hear the sound of music. Or tweeting birds. Or the wind. Or the waves crashing against the shore. Why would I? Life is just fine without it. Right?

'Taehyung!' Eomma frowned at me as she sat across, pointing to my full bowl that I hadn't touched.

'sorry' I signed before eating silently. Silently ha, that's funny.

As soon as I had finished I dragged myself upstairs, changing into a white shirt and blue jeans with my glasses instead of my usually hoodie and large clothes. I don't know why I felt the urge to look more...attractive? Because as much as I didn't want him there, he probably would be.

I quickly came back downstairs, knowing that Eomma hated when I was late. We always came to places 5 or 10 minutes earlier.

Perks of having Asian parents I guess.

Mother was already ready, checking herself in the mirror and putting her hair behind her ears before taking the keys and ushering me out of the door.

"C'mon, we're going to be late Tae!" She yells, I think, a I read her lips.

Nodding quickly, I follow after her as she rushes to the car. I sit at the back. Yes I could sit shotgun, but I want to hide away today. I prefer to just watch out the window at the view, not as if I would change the radio either.

The drive was short as I felt the car coming to a stop at the large, white hospital. Just seeing the place made me feel sickly. But the people in it? I really couldn't bare to see Jeongguks face. It was embarrassing.

I was snapped out of my thoughts as I realised my mother was watching me, standing on the steps to the entrance already.

Sighing, I followed after, going to the waiting room for a few minutes before being allowed in. I hadn't seen him anywhere so far. That was good I guess. I really hope I won't bump into him.

"Hello Taehyung, Mrs Kim. Back for the check up?" Mr Choi smiles, letting us in and guiding me to a seat. No offence, but I hate when I'm treated like a baby. Just because I can't hear apparently I can't see of move or do anything myself. It's cause they feel bad for me. Because being deaf is supposed to be such a terrible thing. But it's life for me.

But anyway, I show a small smile, sitting down on the seat carefully at first before relaxing.

"Mr Jeon is very late today, and I'm still not sure why as he hasn't contacted me...so i guess you're just stuck with me!" The doctor tries to joke around, chuckling softly as he asks my mother a few questions to which I sit silently.

Jeongguk...isnt here? Is it because of me? Is it because he knows I'd come in today? Does he think I'm disgusting like everyone else?..

But..he called me back, didn't he? Wouldn't he want to be here?

I don't understand..unless something actually came up. His life doesn't suddenly revolve around you, remember Taehyung?

But...he still called after me..

You didn't want him here. You still don't. Stop. You know-

I was pulled out of my crowded thoughts by a tap on the shoulder, the doctor and my mother giving me a conserned look.

"H-hm?" I asked softly, playing with my hands nervously, embarrassed by what I was thinking about.

"Well, I was asking, how are you feeling Taehyung?" The doctor speaks slowly, lipsing the words in an obvious way that was made me cringe slightly.

"I'm..im feeling okay." I answer quietly, not wanting to face him but it was the only way to understand, so I just stared at his lips.

"Can you stand up and walk a few steps please? Tell me if anything is hurting," He puts out a hand to help me stand up, but I get up without it. I can still stand and walk like a normal person. They act like I'm a whole other species.

My legs and back  ache as I get up, though its not from just waking from the coma. It was from the tiring day before, him and the bullies. The bullies that Jeongguk saved him from. Jeongguk..

Third person

He huffs, walking back ond forth, across the room, squinting as the light  reflects from the window, bringing his attention to it as the glimmer leaves.

At the dark shape through the window, his steps stop, his breath hitching as a pair of dark brown eyes glare at him coldly, the rest of their face covered with a mask as shadow from the cap hid his face. He was looking at him. At Taehyung. He was sure of it. The man's shoulders shook slightly. He was laughing. Of course the blue haired male understood this action, the way his eyes squinted.

He was laughing maniacally. At..him?..