Collision

Chapter 52

 Yoongi wasn't sure what had awoken him. Everything seemed peaceful, calm. So serene that Yoongi briefly wondered if this was what paradise was like, if he had finally died and he had reached the gates of heaven.

Which was ridiculous, but the happiness in his chest eased the insomnia within his mind and lulled him into slumber.

Peeling open his eyes, he frowned at way his body was sweating. He felt too hot, which was bizarre to say the least. Sure, Jeongguk was warm, but he never made Yoongi feel like he was in a sauna.

Especially in winter.

Gritting his teeth, Yoongi shifted, trying to move his body away from Jeongguk's when he felt thick wetness brush over his leg.

Eyes widening in surprise, Yoongi pushed himself to sit up and desperately searched through the dark. He reached out a hand and brushed it over Jeongguk's bangs, which were soaked with sweat and low moans rumbling in his throat.

He was nestled on his side of the bed, blankets kicked off and his legs stretched out. His breathing was labored and fast. Terror ripped through Yoongi's chest, scrambling to sit himself up and turn on the light.

Sweat was glistening and visible even to Yoongi along Jeongguk's brow, the wolf's head tilted towards the ceiling, and mouth parted as he tugged at his white shirt that was soaked in his own sweat.

Yoongi couldn't make out his expression, nor could he see what was wrong, and his hands were trembling, unsure of what to do.

"Jeongguk-ah? Darling, can you hear me?" Yoongi asks breathlessly, fear beginning to make his heart pound.

"Yoo- Yoongi," Jeongguk rasps, voice guttural and strained. His name was slurred, hard to make out. "Hu-hurts. It hurts."

Jeongguk's speech was reminiscent of his speech when he had first shifted into a human; slurred together and staccato to the point it was hard to make out.

Yoongi felt tears stinging in his eyes, helpless and so fucking scared. "Oh god, what hurts, baby? Please, please, tell me what hurts."

Jeongguk gasps, arms curling around his middle as he twists to his side, moaning deep in his throat. A scent that Yoongi couldn't make out was so heavy in the air that he swore he could taste it, making it hard to breath.

Reaching over to touch him, Jeongguk moaned, lewd and loud.

Startled, Yoongi jerked back his hand, mouth gaping, as Jeongguk wiggled and writhed. It was then he could see a darkening patch on the comforter, and the scent of Jeongguk's slick touched his nose.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Yoongi touched the patch and his fingers came away covered in clear slick. Yoongi's stomach dropped, fear and confusion making his heart slam against his ribcage.

Scrambling off the bed, Yoongi nearly tripped on his own sheets. Jeongguk, at the sudden distance, erupted in sharp wails, which sounded like staccato barks and wails as he writhed on the bed.

He didn't know what to do. His chest felt tight, throat closing with panic, because what if Jeongguk was really hurt? What if this was something Lycan related, and Yoongi couldn't help?

A wail lodged in Yoongi's throat at the mere idea, the only thought in his head was Seokjin. He needed to call Seokjin, because he would know. He could help.

"Hang on, darling. I'll be back, I promise. Please," Yoongi called, dashing out into the living and snagging his phone. He shouted for the device to call Seokjin, and it followed orders perfectly.