Jungkook never thought that he'd find a home behind a four metre tall fence and concrete walls, but with the help of the Woodburians, the growing group turned the place into a sanctuary for all. That's until the group was tested by a deadly virus an...
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"How about this?"
The gentle murmur of breath tilted Taehyung's head upward and nudged his attention in Jungkook's direction. Taehyung peeled his temple away from the glass next to him in order to twist his head around and gaze down at the drawing presented to him.
The notebook was grasped between Jungkook's fingers, the tips were painted black by the charcoal he had used to draw. He drank in the crisp lines and shading - eyes glazing over with amazement at the sketch of him Jungkook had been doing the past hour, while Taehyung was coughing and slouching against the glass separating them.
"That's my talented bun, huh?" A gruff chuckle bloomed from Taehyung's lungs, followed by a smile climbing onto the throne of his lips. His eyes bounced up and dug into the owlish ones Jungkook possessed, the smile on his face widened along with a tint of redness seeping into the chub of Jungkook's cheeks, "You never seem to stop amazing me. Although..." Taehyung trailed off with a tint of mischief nibbling at his tone of voice, "...perhaps next time you can skip the clothes and we can-"
"Shut up." Jungkook cut him off with a small huff, no teeth or claws visible in the words he shot back at a smiling Taehyung. He lowered his notebook back into his lap and tried to keep the smile plastered on his face as his eyes slid down and the tip of his finger traced Taehyung's jaw. The man was gazing up at him from the page of the open sketchbook- slitted, obsidian eyes and an arrogant quirk of his lips, broad chest wrapped in harnesses and inky strands of hair framing his face.
"What are you..." Taehyung spoke up, only to be caught off by a small cough. He turned away from Jungkook as he wheezed and splattered blood into the palm of his hand, leaning forward in his creaky chair and hunching over as if that would make the sickness escape his lungs. Yet turning away and shielding his face didn't prevent Jungkook from looking up and catching a glimpse of the scarlet blood tainting Taehyung's fingers once he pulled his hand back and glanced down at it, nor did it prevent Jungkook from averting his eyes with a glint of concert glossing over them.
"Stop that." Taehyung huffed with a lazy smile stretching his lips apart, he pressed his bloody palm against his chest and wiped the blood off on his shirt. Taehyung turned towards a frowning Jungkook - eyes briefly faltering on Jungkook's bunny teeth gnawing on his bottom lip and mind tangling in the sheets of a memory he had brushed into the back of his mind.
Taehyung shook his head to clear his mind and blinked a few times in order to see the question hanging behind Jungkook's eyes, "Stop looking like I'm standing one foot in my grave. You said it yourself, Daryl and the rest will be back soon with the cure." Taehyung's lips curled in what he hoped was a comforting smile, despite the fear and doubt replacing the blood in his heart with a poison of negativity, "You have to trust me that I'll hold on long enough for them to return."
"That's not something you can guarantee." Jungkook grumbled back, wiping away the plastic smile on Taehyung's face. His fingers clenched around his notebook and cheeks hallowed as he sucked them in with a small shake of his head. Jungkook could feel Taehyung's bottomless eyes caressing his skin as he looked down and flipped the notebook shut - shielding himself from the piercing gaze directed at him from the sketch version of Taehyung.
