When His Eyes Opened- TK

Chapter121

Chapter 121

“I deal with it myself,” Jungkook answered in a level-headed tone. “However, you may assist me if you’re worried.”

Taehyung felt like he had just dug his own grave.

Of course, he would be concerned if Jungkook were to take care of his hygiene needs on his own, but what was the difference between him giving him a shower, and him taking a shower with him?

They entered the bedroom, and Taehyung shut the door behind them.

“Could you pass me the walking stick, please?” Jungkook asked in a deep, low voice.

Taehyung was just about to ask him where the walking stick was when he spotted it and handed it over to him.

Jungkook held his walking stick and used it as a support as he struggled out of the wheelchair.

“Are you okay?” Taehyung asked in a panic.

“I’m fine. I’ve been taking a shower by myself for the past few days,” Jungkook answered with a hint of humor in his voice. “Did I scare you?”

Taehyung blushed, then said, “Were you messing with me on purpose?”

“I just wanted to see your reaction,” Jungkook said while chuckling, then made his way to the bathroom.

Taehyung was still worried and ended up trailing along behind him.

Jungkook stopped, then asked, “Are you going to watch me?”

Taehyung shook her head at first, then frantically nodded and said, “I’m a little worried… Can you take your pants off by yourself? Won’t you scrape your wounds?”

“These trousers are pretty loose, so they’re easier to take off,” Jungkook explained.

Taehyung grunted in response.

As if to reassure him, Jungkook unbuckled his belt and was about to take his pants off in front of him.

Taehyung's face turned a feverish red.

He stumbled a few steps back, then said, “I – I better wait outside! Shout if you need help.”

He escaped the bathroom in a hurry and shut the door.

He sighed heavily and wanted to walk away, but he was afraid that he might call for help. At that moment, Mrs. Mjn knocked on the bedroom door and entered with Taehyung's clothes in her arms.

“Is Master Jungkook taking a shower, Sir?”

Taehyung nodded and took the clothes from Mrs. Min.

“Does he normally wash up by himself?”

“He does! He never wants any help.”

“He’s stubborn,” Taehyung muttered.

“Master Jungkook is rather stubborn, isn’t he? It can be an unfortunate characteristic. He insists on dealing with everything by himself no matter how difficult things are,” said Mrs. Min.

Taehyung agreed wholeheartedly, “I sometimes hate that about him.”

“Don’t hate him,” Mrs. Mjn said, then withdrew the smile on her face and added, “I don’t know what Master Jungkook went through in the past, but from what I can tell, he is an extremely kind man.”

Kind?

It was not exactly the most suitable word to describe Jeon Jungkook.

However, it would not be right to call him unkind either.

Mrs. Mjn continued, “The doctor said those who suffer from depression tend to be the kindest people,”

“He was depressed?” Taehyung asked with raised brows.

Mrs. Min nodded and answered, “He was on antidepressants for a week.”

Taehyung's heart turned heavy as he felt like he never truly got to know the real Jeon Jungkook.

He was cruel yet vulnerable, and heartless yet persistent.

After his shower, Jungkook emerged from the bathroom in a white bathrobe with the help of his walking stick When Taehyung walked over to help him, he noticed his wet hair and asked, “How do you wash your hair?”

“Sitting down.”

“Oh, I’ll dry your hair for you,” Taehyung said, then grabbed the blow dryer from the bathroom.

While he dried his hair, Jungkook's sat down quietly and did not move a muscle.

Taehyung wanted time to stop at that moment.

Jungkook's hand suddenly grabbed onto his wrist.

“It’s dry,” he said.

“Oh, right,” Taehyung said as he snapped out of his daze and turned off the blow dryer.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed blood seeping through the bandages on his leg.

“You need to redress your wounds. I’ll get the first aid kit.”

Taehyung placed the blow dryer back in the bathroom, then hurried downstairs to ask Mrs. Min for the first aid kit.