Perilous

Chapter 39 - Holiday

After the yacht party, a lot of who went left feeling differently. Some heartbroken, or some maybe in love. There were even some lying in a hospital bed dazed and confused.

Actually, there was just one; Yonghwan. Swathed in white sheets and wearing an oversized gown.

It was early, right as the sun started to rise did he finally open his eyes. Surprisingly, he remembered the scenario quickly—probably from being sent to the hospital so many times in the past. That was right, he's here because of Taehyung.

He shakily lifted his weak hand to his throat, feeling how scratched the skin was and assumed it was from the struggle. Moving his attention to his hand, he remembered how his body morphed in and out of solid form during the argument. "That hasn't happened in so long," he thought, lowering his hand back to his lap.

All he could remember seeing was the red in Taehyung's eyes, that swirled with anger and betrayal. It wasn't the soft brown eyes he was used to; the ones that he loved.

To think after everything Taehyung said, and everything that he did...Yonghwan's heart skipped a beat at the thought of him.

"Why don't you understand?! I don't need you anymore!"

Although Yonghwan has repeated it a thousand times within his own mind, he couldn't help but to remember the way he said it. It wasn't with anger or frustration, it was out of desperation. Or was that only an excuse?

"Is that it then? Should I just...give it all up?" he thought, closing his eyes and tightening his fists. "Is Kim Taehyung truly worth this fight?"

Yes. Yes he was.

Yonghwan snapped himself out of his own thoughts and begun to smirk. "He can try to kill me—I've beat death countless times before. But I won't give up yet, Kim Taehyung. It's not in my nature."

That's what he told himself at first. Call it some kind of intuition or pure anxiety—but Yonghwan was quick to reassure himself after practically almost being murdered by his boyfriend.

But despite the thoughts, the heartbreak was still there. The pain of what happened last night was still there. All Yonghwan had to do was remind himself that it wasn't Taehyung who did that...it was whatever was growing inside of him. Right?

There was a few gentle knocks at the door, causing Yonghwan to sit up as the door swung open. "H-Hey Skye!" Jungkook walked through, closing the door behind him.

Yonghwan hummed, leaning back again. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "Shouldn't you be with the others off poking a dead rat in some alleyway?"

"Uhhh, well, I guess? But I was sent to check on you!" Jungkook approached the bed, with a small basket of cookies. "I made these. Do you like sugar cookies?"

Yonghwan nodded, and Jungkook beamed as he placed them down onto the table attached to the bed. "Then you'll like these."

Yonghwan noticed the burn marks on Jungkook's hands, "aren't you supposed to be resting too?" he asked.

"Maybe. But Solbi noona and Taehyung let me make these cookies and bring them to you," Jungkook explained. "Taehyung wanted me to make sure you were okay. He seemed worried."

Yonghwan didn't say anything, only feeling his stomach flutter with butterflies.

"Song told everyone he found you passed out on the side of the ship. Is it true you were just really drunk and suffocated? Is that even possible?" Jungkook asked as he placed the cookies onto a pretty plate he'd brought.