🖤💜Redolence Of Yours💜🖤 (Taehyung×OC)

26. What am I to You

The sounds were muffled but at the same time it peeped through the locked door like needle, reaching to his eardrums. The two males were on the other side, arguing with each other over something he didn't want to pay attention to since it was only worsening the splitting headache he woke up with. The lights in his room were off and the residual warmth of the sun was falling transversely on the blanket that covered the lower half of his body. He kept his eyes closed, trying to focus on where the pain was located on his head. His whole left side was aching, crawling down to his neck muscles. He tried to move as something seemed to fall on the ground outside his room; and that's when he discovered the nausea and the bile that had formed on his throat.

Great. With the amount of aspirin he's consuming each week, it wouldn't take long for him to register on the liver transplant list.

This is why he hates crying. As a sufferer of chronic migraine, he tries to avoid any kind of excitement that can trigger it; even too much laughter. He even dreamt about that night in his sleep.

With a deep throated groan, Taehyung sat up on his bed, adjusting his body to the shifting of pain and when he was ready to place his warm, socks wearing feet on the shivering cold floor he remembered that he hadn't informed his interns yet. Though his phone was right beside his abused pillow, he didn't feel the urge to even pick it up and accomplish the task.

There was a weight of sadness on his shoulders and chest that wasn't allowing him to breathe normally. It was like a single moment of time had taken him hostage, blocking the channel of his thoughts completely and making his emotions numb like a corpse. All his body did was function biologically and his brain activity was limited according to that only.

The door of his room banged open; by him and the conversation abruptly stopped right there; with two pairs of eyes looking at him as if he came out of the hole after years of hibernation. Like Jimin and Jungkook didn't even exist, he walked past them, fixing his disheveled hair and reached the kitchen counter where the medicines were kept and took the aspirin out. He filled a glass of water, unbothered by the constant gaze on his back and gulped the pill down. Then he took his phone out and opened the group chat.

"Hyung.... "

"Mwo?"

"About the plan.... "

"What about the plan?"

Jimin mumbled something incoherent to Jungkook, trying to have a second hand conversation but he wasn't having it.

"About us, drinking party...."

"Oh that? Yeah, that's cancelled."

Whispers were hitting on his head from behind like toy arrows failing to hit the target.

*Keep talking to him!

*He isn't listening!

*Do better!

*Why don't you talk to him?

*I can't! I fucked up!

*Then apologize!

*Shut up!

*Hyung!

*Blackmail him!

*Are you serious right now?

*🅆🄷🄰🄼  (hit on the back of head)

Before Jungkook could say anything, Taehyung started recording the voice message. "Hey kids, today the most generous nursing mentor of Cedars Sinai, which is me... Is feeling kind enough to take all of you out for drinking. So whatever plans you have for yourself cancel that unless it's related to your parents; and let me know within half an hour because I might change my mind after that. Don't you dare bail because this is a part of the training got it....?"