TAEKOOK ONESHOTS COLLECTION

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Silence. That's what filled Jungkook's room.

He's currently in his bedroom, because he can't even explore on his own without the help of his wheelchair and hands to carry him to it— sucks to be him, he thought. He had never felt being such a burden his entire life, but now he does, just because his thighs, legs and feet are numb. He felt useless.

The place that once filled with laughs is now coated with deafening silence. No one dared to talk out loud, it had become only whispers. The once playful yet cheerful prince of the kingdom is now bland and a dead weight, that's what he thinks of himself. He doesn't smile anymore, doesn't talk anymore— hell even the appreciated offensive jokes he say, it all disappeared.

As if he became a living dead. Living on the outside, but dead on the inside.

After the incident, no one dared to talk about it when Jungkook's around. They wouldn't even dare. Although Jungkook's sure that they still talk about him behind his back. They pity him, and he knows it, even though they don't speak or show it. That one incident turned his life upside down, and he hates it that he didn't just die on the spot. He could've died along with his numb thighs, but he survived.

Jungkook flipped the page of the book he's currently reading silently, but frowned at the awful smell that filled his nostrils. He stopped reading and sniffed in the air, turning his head left and right to look for the smell— but that's when he realized what kind of smell it was.

He immediately placed his book on the side and removed the blanket that is covering his feet up to his torso, and that's when the smell came out even more. He looked at himself in horror, he's a fucking mess.

He trembled in fear that maybe one of the servants walk in and would see him like this— that would be fucking embarrassing. He immediately pulled the blanket up to cover himself, then looked at the door with eyes full of fear.

He tried moving to the side of the bed, so he could try standing up and clean himself up in the bathroom, but his legs won't just cooperate. He grab them and set them in the cold wooden floor, although he didn't even felt the cold temperature. He felt how his shit spread on his bed sheets but he can only feel disgusted with himself as his eyes brimmed with tears.

Jungkook grab the side table for support as he tried to stand up, but he only ended up crashing down the floor. He now layed in his stomach as he yelled in pain. His muscular chest and biceps was no longer there and was just exchanged with a thin flesh as he refused to eat his foods sometimes.

He trashed around the floor as he pursued himself on sitting up, but he just can't. He can feel his whole weight down on his thighs and legs who wouldn't even budge. He cursed, yelled and cried until the door swung open, revealing one of the kingdom's servant. Jungkook can see how his eyes widen at the sight of him helplessly lying on the floor.

"Don't look! Go fucking away!" Jungkook shouted as he glared at the servant. He remembered his name was Kim Taehyung, and he's the brother of the one of the most trusted cook around the palace.

"I said go away! Can't you fucking hear me?! Leave my room this instant, I'm commanding you to leave!" Jungkook shouted even more. His eyes pooled with more tears when he saw the palace's servants together with the guards gathering up outside his room.

Taehyung snapped himself out of that shocked state and closed the door, locking it so the other's won't try barging in and the prince won't feel embarrassed than he already is. He walked towards the great prince who's still screaming Taehyung to go away and don't come near him. He helped him sat up despite how the latter would trash around and would try pushing him away.

"Get yourself together!" Jungkook stopped for a moment when he heard Taehyung shout at him. He looked at him with wide shocked eyes before his lips start trembling as tears run down his cheeks and continue pushing Taehyung away from him.