Wish You Were Here [vkook/taekook]

Wisconsin II

Hello, my loves~♡ I hope that you all are well~♡ I'm extremely excited because my sister has been visiting us from Japan for the last week and it's been a pleasant visit.:3 I might be coming down with something but that's nothing new.🤣😂 I am going to sign up for a writing challenge in November.:3 It's just writing 20,000 words for the month which is doable when you're working on 2 separate stories.😂🤣 I'm actually looking forward to it this year.:3 Last year, I started halfway into the month and almost finished the challenge.🤣😂 I was at 18,000 and some odd numbers when the month ended.😂🤣 It's a fun little challenge.:3 But onto other news!~♡ This chapter contains some heavy conversational material so please remain advised when reading, loves~♡ Hopefully, this chapter doesn't seem too rushed, this was around the time that I was trying to make that deadline.🤣😂 But I also thought this would be a cute little gesture on the secondary main character's part.😂🤣 So I hope that you all will enjoy this little surprise and I'll fix the rest of the chapters if I feel like they're too rushed.🤣😂 I don't like when my work seems rushed so please let me know if you think so and I'll take it down to do some serious revising~♡ Though withouth further ado, please enjoy this new installment~♡♡♡

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Taehyung stood under the hot water, trying to relieve the tension he'd been feeling across his neck and shoulders since the visit to Witches Gulch. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was still weighing heavily on him as he washed his hair, noticing more clumps of hair were rushing down his back with the water. He glanced down at the drain with a heavy sigh, tears welling in his eyes. He was terrified that Jungkook would think he was ugly when all of his hair finally fell out. He covered his face under the water, trying to force that possibility out of his mind. Although the more he felt hair slide down his back and legs, the more the thought burrowed into his mind.

Taehyung let out a soft sob before lifting his head slowly from his hands. He couldn't allow Jungkook to see him once the chemotherapy started to wither his already worn body. He'd drastically start to lose weight and all his hair would definitely fall out. Then there would be the manner of his strength plummeting to the point he'd probably need a wheelchair to get around. Especially after that first session when they intensified the medication where Taehyung could hardly stand on his own two feet. Taehyung sobbed softly once again as a quiet knock came through the door. "Tae? Are you almost finished, love? You've been in there a while now. I was starting to get worried," Jungkook called through the door, a hint of panic and desperation apparent in his voice. Taehyung hastily cleared his throat, not wanting Jungkook to hear that he'd been crying. "Y- Yes, I'll be out shortly," Taehyung called back, his eyes landing on his razor. He brought it with him because he liked to keep his body clean of any hair. It made him feel that much better about his appearance to other guys before he'd met Jungkook. Now he just did it for Jungkook.

When Taehyung heard Jungkook's footfalls slightly fade, he grasped the razor without thought. He stared at it for several moments with the intent to harm himself but was that really him thinking that? He tossed the razor onto the bathtub floor and hastily turned the water off. He needed to be away from anything he found dangerous before he did something stupid without thinking. Taehyung wrapped a towel around his waist and stood in front of the mirror. He could discern what Jungkook had now been talking about earlier as he stared into hate-filled eyes that were not his own. Once again, Taehyung found his eyes on the razor. His hands quivered as he refused to budge though. He wasn't sending any signals to his brain that was telling it to look at that dangerous tool laying harmlessly on the ground of the bathtub. "N- No," Taehyung whispered defiantly into the empty space around him, clenching his fist. Although his eyes were cast back towards the mirror where they landed directly on the parts of his hair that were thinning. Taehyung's eyes dropped slightly as he refused to look at what his mind was attempting to show him. He didn't want to be reminded and he certainly didn't want to die. That wasn't his intention when he had Jungkook by his side. Although, the voice that urged him now was gentle and loving. Telling him the things he needed to hear that would push him over that edge.