Collision

Chapter 15

Walking, it seemed, wasn't an easy feat.

And not for the lack of trying either. Yoongi would catch Jeongguk attempting to walk by holding onto the couch as if it was a lifeline. He could stand with the help of a chair now, after a few moments of struggling, but walking required muscles that he hasn't gained yet.

It was sweet though. Hearing the shaky steps when Yoongi was working, and the few muttered curses after a thud that said Jeongguk had fallen again.

His speech had evened out. There were still some words he couldn't say correctly, too guttural or mutated to understand. Eating became easier, slowly understanding how to use his hands to correctly hold chopsticks, and chewing becoming quieter.

Jeongguk spent most of the time in human form during the day, and the argument over sweatpants was one that Yoongi really rather not repeat, but at least he was wearing them.

The fact he protests every five minutes about them was beside the point. Yoongi was adamant. He wasn't going to allow the distraction of one Jeongguk continue as he walked (kind of) around the house.

It had just been a few days, the weekend drawing near, and Yoongi stacked under his work that Namjoon continues to send and bury him under. He didn't mind so much. Jeongguk kept to himself during the day, either practicing his walking, or napping.

The wound hurt more than the Lycan had let on, Yoongi could tell. There would be times he was practicing, would fall, and then wouldn't move for over ten minutes.

He wasn't sure why he never admitted that the gash was painful, since Yoongi knew it was. It was a deep wound, kept him under fever for a while, and if Yoongi didn't know any better, he would think he was never wounded at all.

He did know better, but he never pushed the wolf. He let him do as he pleased, checked the wound nightly, and knew that their time together was drawing near.

Yoongi wasn't sure how he felt about that, fingers tracing the scabbed over wound with lips curling downward of their own accord. The wound held no heat anymore, simply skin roughed over and slightly sore.

Within a few days, Yoongi knew that he would be more than fine to leave the cabin and return to the wild, like he was always supposed to. He was never meant to stay like a common household pet.

Whether Jeongguk had the ability of speech and a human form, it didn't change the fact he was a wolf. A Lycan. He was something wild and untouchable; forbidden fruit.

"Is the wound okay?" Jeongguk asked quietly, breaking through the cataclysm of thoughts that was a hurricane in his mind.

Yoongi tore his fingers away from the skin, blinking his unseeing eyes to peer towards the fuzzy outline of Jeongguk's features, the glowing amber that steadily held his own.

"What?"

Jeongguk grinned, flashes of bright white teeth in Yoongi's vision. "Is the wound okay? You're quiet, Yoongi."

"Oh." Yoongi swallowed thickly, forcing a smile to his face. He nodded once. "Yeah. Yeah, it's fine. I was just thinking. You could probably head back to the forest in a few days. It's scabbed over nicely, but I want to take care that you don't accidently rib it, reopen the wound."

"A few days?" Jeongguk repeated. Yoongi couldn't read his tone, couldn't read his features. He only nodded again, straightening. "It healed that quickly?"