I do believe in your galaxy//KTH FF

55

Y/N pov:

As the week passed by, Taehyung showed steady improvement in the hospital. He was eventually transferred to a normal ward as the risk diminished, but he still required medication and close monitoring. Jin hyung had taken care of him the previous day while I attended to some office work. Now, as I gazed at his peaceful face, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that he was on the mend.

Tracing my finger gently over his bruised lips, I couldn't shake the lingering awkwardness between us. Despite being together for a week, we still struggled to find our rhythm in conversation, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.

As Taehyung woke up from his slumber, his eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light filtering into the room. "Where's Jin hyung?" he mumbled, his voice hoarse from sleep.

Before I could respond, I reached out to adjust his pillow, ensuring he was comfortable. "He left a while ago," I explained gently, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. "I told him to go home and rest. I'll take care of you."

Taehyung nodded, his expression softening with understanding. "Thank you, Jagiya," he murmured, his voice laced with gratitude.

As he slowly sat up in bed, I reminded him of the exercises he needed to do to keep his body active. "Come on, Taehyung, let's do some physiotherapy," I said, trying to lighten the mood.

With my help, Taehyung gingerly swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his movements cautious as he tested his strength. It was clear that his leg wasn't fully healed yet, but he was determined to push through the discomfort.

As we prepared to leave the room for his physiotherapy session, I explained that the doctor had instructed us to start today. With a nod of understanding, Taehyung gathered his strength, ready to face the challenges of his recovery head-on. And as we made our way to the physiotherapy room, I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope for the future, knowing that with each step forward, Taehyung was one step closer to full recovery.

As we made our way to the physiotherapy room, a red light flickered in our direction, cutting through the sterile white of the hospital corridor. I couldn't shake the feeling of unease as the light seemed to follow us, persistently targeting Taehyung. Despite my attempts to change direction, the light remained fixed on him, its intensity unnerving.

Instinctively, I guided Taehyung into the nearest room, my heart racing with a sense of urgency. His confusion mirrored my own as he questioned my actions, his gaze searching mine for answers. With the room enveloped in darkness, I found solace in the shadows, shielding us from whatever danger lurked beyond.

"What happened, Jagiya?" Taehyung's voice broke through the silence, his concern evident in his tone. Our lips just a inch away and our breath hitting eachother's face.

Without a word, I closed the distance between us, my lips meeting his in a desperate embrace. In that moment, everything else faded away—the fear, the uncertainty, the weight of the world pressing down upon us. All that mattered was the warmth of his touch, the softness of his lips against mine.

Taehyung's initial surprise melted into reciprocity as he responded to my kiss, his arms encircling me as if anchoring himself to the moment. With one hand supporting him, I pulled him closer, our bodies pressed together in a silent affirmation of our shared longing.

In the darkness, time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in each other, our breath mingling in the confined space. When we finally broke apart, gasping for air, Taehyung's gaze held mine, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken emotions that hung between us even on the darkness.