ikigai [DOTAE] ✅

Chapter 30

A/N TYSM FOR ALL THE COMMENTS AND LIKES IADNOWDNOWNDKWNS

Y'all are giving me so much motivation to keep writing, so thank you
I give you... My love 😣🤲❤️

Would you rather live in a really big house with a tiny yard, or a average sized house with a really big yard

I'd rather have the big house... Idk it's not like I'd need a big yard or house, but 🤷

Taeyong POV

"We are gathered here today to morn the loss of 19 year old Kim Doyoung, who tragically passed on March 4th."

The preacher spoke, as they all looked at the brown casket sitting beside the deep hole in the muddy ground

Taeyong pulled his long black trenchcoat closer to his body as the freezing rain poured down, drenching his hair

Pattering lightly down onto his face, the rain mixing with his tears

Taeyong breathed in, shakily exhaling, as more tears fell from his eyes

The casket was lowered gently into the ground, the preacher once more speaking

"You can say your final goodbyes."

Each member took his turn approaching the uncovered grave, and each saying a little something, before gently tossing a flower or two down onto the wooden box

Each member slowly walked away, leaving Taeyong alone

Taeyong slowly walked up to the grave, kneeling down on the muddy, wet ground

"I'm so fucking sorry Doyoung, I promised you I would keep you safe, I'm sorry I failed you, I disserve to die."

Taeyong said, pulling out a pistol from his under his trenchcoat

Raising the deadly weapon to his scull, he closed his eyes, tears streamed from his eyes, and he slowly squeezed the trigger

"I love you Doyoung."

The End

A/N.... Just kidding.... Sorry... That never happened... Y'all can forget that part of the chapter, please don't kill me.... That never happened... I hurt wanted to clown y'all.... Suprise 🤪
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ANYWAYS

Onto the actual story

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Taeyong POV....again

"DOYOUNG!"

Taeyong screamed, running towards the younger, who was laying on the ground, gasping for air

"Doyoung, no stay with me, Doyoung STAY WITH ME PLEASE!"

Taeyong kneeled on the ground, pulling Doyoung into his lap, tears streaming down his face

"Tae-tae- Taeyong look- look out."

Doyoung muttered

But it was to late

Before Taeyong could do anything he felt a sting in his neck, as a sleeping dart was shot into him, making him fall unconscious

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STILL Taeyong's POV

Taeyong slowly came to his senses

Fuck

He had the worst headache in the history of headaches

Bringing his hand away from his head, he opened his eyes

Looking around, he noticed he was in a room similar to his own prison in his base, where he had kept Doyoung

But it wasn't the same

This one was a lot more intimidating

Looking around, he gasped as he saw Doyoung laying on the floor

"Doyoung!"

He quietly croaked, his throat sore and dry

Taeyong slowly crawled over to the younger, Taeyong felt a pulling on his ankle, looking back and seeing a chain attached to his leg, attached to the wall

Taeyong looked at Doyoung who was also attached to the wall in similar fashion

Taeyong continued to crawl towards Doyoung, finally reaching his cold body

Taeyong checked Doyoung's pulse...

Good, he's still alive

Taeyong checked Doyoung's stomach where the bullet had shot him

A bandage was wrapped around Doyoung's stomach, to stop the bleeding for a while

Taeyong sighed and slowly removed his coat, balling it up and pressing it on the wound to stop any more blood from leaving the poor boy

Taeyong pulled Doyoung's unconscious body to the wall, Taeyong leaning his back against the wall, pulling Doyoung into his lap, Doyoung's back pressed against the older's chest

Taeyong fingered the hem of his shirt, pulling a loose string

Taeyong pulled off his own shirt, and started to pull at the string slowly pulling the long thread out of the shirt

Taeyong took the long thread, knowing he could use it to stich up Doyoung, if he only had a needle

(A/N I have no clue if using a shirt string to stich up a wound would work or not, please don't try 😫)

Taeyong gripped the string as he looked around for something that could be used as a needle

Than he spotted it, the dart that was used to shoot sleeping drugs into him, laying on the floor where Taeyong used to lay

Taeyong reached for the dart, grabbing it, and sitting back upright, the dart and string now in his hands

Taeyong smirked

Pulling the feathery tip off of the dart, it was now just a needle

It was a little larger than surgical needles, but it would work

Taeyong threaded the needle, clenching the string between his teeth, pulling the knot tight

Pulling his coat off of Doyoung, he unwrapped the bandaging

Taeyong grimaced at the sight of Doyoung's wound

Not like Taeyong hadn't seen a bullet wound before, it just hurt him more to see Doyoung hurt

Taeyong took the threaded needle and pressed it into the skin beside the wound, slowly weaving it in and out, across the wound

No Taeyong wasn't a professional, but each member had training in the medical field, so if someone got hurt during a fight, they could help

Finally after a painstakingly long half hour Taeyong finished

Taeyong look satisfied at the patchwork he had done

Ten would be proud

Now all Taeyong had to really do, was make sure Doyoung got enough warmth, food, water, and everything he needed for him to wake up

Doyoung was missing 3 of those things, he could only give warmth to the boy

Taeyong ripped up his shirt into nice enough rectangles, and wrapped them around Doyoung's waist, replacing the old bloodied bandage

Taeyong than placed his coat over Doyoung for extra warmth

Than he wrapped his arms around Doyoung, pulling him closer, he hoped Doyoung would survive