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8. Under the moonlight ( part 4 )

After Taehyung's soothing words and gentle touch, Jungkook gradually relaxes, his panicked breaths steadying as he focuses on Taehyung's voice.

With each exhale, the tension in his body dissipates, replaced by a sense of calm anchored by Taehyung's presence.

Feeling Jungkook's tension ease, Taehyung hastily presses the assistance button. In a flash, a nurse enters the room, her steps purposeful yet gentle. "Is everything alright?" She inquires, her voice a blend of concern and professionalism.

Turning to the nurse, Taehyung's expression reflects relief and lingering concern. "Jungkook woke up and seemed to be struggling with the ventilator," he explains, his tone laced with worry. "He was trying to speak but couldn't."

The nurse nods understandingly, moving to Jungkook's side with a reassuring smile. "That's not uncommon," she assures them both gently. "Many patients experience that sensation when they first wake up. Let's check everything to make sure you're comfortable, Mr. Jeon."

Jungkook's attempt to express gratitude to the nurse is hindered by the apparatus in his mouth, causing him to choke. Tears well up in his eyes from the frustration of being unable to speak, alarming Taehyung, who is by his side.

Seeing Jungkook's distress, the nurse quickly intervenes. "Jungkook, the tube in your mouth is assisting you in breathing properly," she gently explains.

"For tonight, it's best if you communicate by nodding or shaking for yes or no, or by any other means, and try not to resist the ventilator. We need to ensure your oxygen levels remain stable for your smooth recovery"

Jungkook nods in acknowledgment, his eyes still watery from the earlier frustration. He follows the nurse's advice, communicating through subtle movements as she checks his vital signs and adjusts his position for comfort.

Taehyung watches on, his expression a mix of concern and relief as he observes Jungkook's silent cooperation.

Satisfied with her initial assessment, the nurse offers Jungkook a warm smile, her eyes conveying genuine care and reassurance. "You're doing great, Mr Jeon," she says softly, her tone filled with encouragement. "Just try to relax and get some rest. We'll be keeping a close eye on you throughout the night."

Jungkook's eyes convey a silent 'thank you' despite his inability to speak. Taehyung, squeezing his hands understandingly, conveys his gratitude to the nurse on Jungkook's behalf.

The nurse nods as she prepares to leave, her gaze briefly meeting Taehyung's in a comforting manner, silently conveying that he can call for assistance if Jungkook requires anything during the night. Taehyung acknowledges her with a grateful smile, feeling assured by her support.

As the nurse exits the room, her footsteps echoing softly against the sterile floors, a subtle shift in the atmosphere permeates the space.

The departure leaves behind a vacuum, slowly drawing the air from the room until it feels oppressively heavy, suffocating in its emptiness.

The soft hum of machinery, once a comforting backdrop, now echoes like a mournful dirge, a haunting reminder of Jungkook's confinement.

Amidst the heavy silence, Jungkook's eyes widen with desperation as they search Taehyung's face for solace. Yet, what he finds is a complex interplay of emotions-a blend of comfort and turmoil that mirrors Taehyung's own inner struggle.

The silence between them becomes palpable, hanging like a suffocating shroud that stifles any attempt at connection.

His heart aches with the burden of unspoken emotions, threatening to burst from his chest. Jungkook yearns to break the silence, to pour out his soul to Taehyung, yet the words remain trapped-a cruel mockery of his desperation.

In tandem, Taehyung finds himself ensnared in the silence, drowning in a sea of unspoken words. Despite his desperate attempt to offer more comfort, he finds only emptiness where his words should reside

Their shared gaze becomes a battlefield, each glance a dagger to the heart. Jungkook's eyes plead for understanding, for connection, while Taehyung's reflect his own helplessness, his inability to ease Jungkook's pain.

Tears well in Jungkook's eyes, shimmering like liquid diamonds on his lashes. Each one is a silent testament to the depths of his despair.

As Taehyung watches Jungkook, lying in the hospital bed beside him, unable to speak, muffling a cry, his heart shatters into a thousand pieces.

The sight of his beloved, already vulnerable and in pain after the accident, crying because of him, is a dagger to Taehyung's soul, tearing through the fragile facade of composure he struggles to maintain.

Tears spill from Taehyung's eyes as well, tracing silent rivers down his cheeks. With trembling hands, he reaches out to wipe Jungkook's tears. "D-don't c-cry, baby," he stammers, his voice shuddering with pain. "Please."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he chants, the words tumbling from his lips like a desperate prayer. "Please don't cry like this," he pleads, his heart breaking with every tear he wipes away.

"I'm here. I've been here since morning," he says, his voice tender but strained, desperate to stop Jungkook's tears. "Would you stop crying if I leave?" Jungkook's eyes widen, startled.

"Is it my presence that's causing you to cry like this?" He asks the question that's been on his mind all along, hoping for clarity. However, the reply he receives is a furious shaking of Jungkook's head.

Taehyung lets out a sigh of relief before he wipes away the remaining tears. His touch is familiar as his hands find their way to Jungkook's hair.

Gently, he plays with the strands, a comforting gesture they often shared that always eased Jungkook into sleep whenever they spent time together. Hoping to bring the same comfort now, Taehyung continues the soothing motion.

As Jungkook finally succumbs to sleep, his breathing steadies, but for Taehyung, the night offers no respite. His heart aches with each replay of Jungkook's tears in his mind, tormenting him with the raw vulnerability he witnessed.

Despite the quiet of the room, his thoughts echo loudly, refusing to grant him even a moment of peace. Taehyung remains vigilant, his fingers tracing absentminded patterns through Jungkook's hair, a tender gesture amidst the turmoil of his emotions.

He knows he cannot sleep, not when the weight of Jungkook's pain weighs heavy on his heart. And so, he stays awake, silently watching over Jungkook, his own exhaustion a small price to pay for the solace of knowing the person he still loves rests undisturbed, if only for a fleeting moment