When His Eyes Opened- TK

chapter115

Chapter 115

Jungkook glanced up at Taehyung's fące, then said in a Soft voice, “Thank you.”

The sweater felt more comfortable and warm than he had expected.

Taehyung was shocked by how good he looked in it.

He could not decide if it was the quality of the sweater, or if he was just that good looking. He picked up the paper bag and pulled out a gift box.

“I also got you this just in case you didn’t like the sweater,” he said.

Jungkook stared at the box in Tae's hand.

“It’s a lighter,” Taehyung explained quickly. “I didn’t know what else to get you so I got this. It’s practical and you could probably use it. You shouldn’t smoke too much, though. It’s bad for you.”

Then, he placed the box in Jungkook's hands.

Jungkook opened the box, pulled out the lighter, and sparked a light.

“I’m not a heavy smoker,” he said in a sultry voice. “I only smoke when I’m stressed out.”

Taehyung's brows raised in surprise as he said, “You were always smoking when I was living at your place.”

“That’s because you were always driving me mad,” Jungkook answered.

Taehyung had no answer for that.

“Let’s go out for some air,” Jungkook said.

He was feeling a little warm.

The heater was on in the restaurant and drops of sweat were beginning to form on his forehead.

“Sure. Let me help,” Tae said as he made his way behind Jungkook's wheelchair.

“It’s fine. It’s an electric wheelchair,” Jungkook said with a small smile as he began to roll out of the building at the push of a button.

Taehyung caught up to him and said, “You always had your bodyguard wheel you around before.”

“There was no need for me to do anything while they were around.”

“I could help you, too…”

“It’s fine.”

“I want to,” Taehyung said, then grabbed onto the handles of the wheelchair and pushed Jungkook outside. “How are your legs? What did the doctors say?”

“The right one’s bruised, and the left one’s broken.”

Tae felt a sharp pang in his heart.

“Did it hurt a lot?”

“It was okay.”

The cold air welcomed them as they exited the building.

Tae wheeled Kook to the side of the road, then placed his coat over his legs.

“Why didn’t you reply to my message?” he said after finally finding the courage.

He had found it hard to sleep for a few nights when he had not received a reply to his message.

Their faces were close, and their breaths intermingled.

Jungkook did not want to tell Taehyung that he had a relapse and that he had only recently become stable after a few weeks of antidepressants.

After that, he found out from Ye-jun that Taehyung was busy knitting a sweater for him, so he did not want to bother him.

“Forget it. I guess it didn’t warrant a reply anyway. It was the first snow of the year, so I impulsively sent you a message,” Tae said, with a lil. pout.

He got to his feet, then moved to the back of the wheelchair and wheeled it along the street.

“Why didn’t you come to see me?” Jungkook asked suddenly.

“Jun said you were too proud. I was afraid that you wouldn’t want to see me until the scratches on your face recovered.”

“You only sent me one message the whole time.”

“You didn’t respond the first time, so I thought you didn’t want to hear from me.”

“I did, though,” Jungkook said merely above the whisper .

“What?” Taehyung asked in bewilderment as his heart began to race. “Jungkook, what did you—”

“There’s a bakery over there,” Jungkook interrupted as he pointed at a store in front of them, changing the subject. “I feel like eating cake.”

Taehyung's attention was successfully diverted.

“Oh, let’s go get a cake, then!” he said, then added after a brief pause, “Didn’t you hate dessert?”

“It’s fine to have some on my birthday.”

“That’s true. Birthdays should be a little more special.”

At the bakery, the shop readily offered her assistance and asked them to pick a cake. Jungkook glanced at Taehyung and said, “You pick.”

“Should we get a mousse cake?” Taehyung asked. “A butter cake might be too sweet.”

Jungkook turned to the shop assistant and said, “We’ll take the mousse cake.”

“Of course, Sir,” responded the shop assistant. “What size would you like?”

Jungkook turned back to Taehyung again and asked, “What size should we get?” “How many people are coming to the party?” Tae asked.