When His Eyes Opened- TK

Chapter122

Chapter122

Taehyung reentered the bedroom with a first aid kit in his hand.

He knelt down by Jungkook's legs and began to undress his wounds.

His injuries were more severe than he had imagined.

A large piece of skin was missing from his leg, revealing the bloody red flesh underneath…

He must have been in agony!

Jungkook barely twitched while
Taehyung treated and dressed his wounds.

He noticed that his breathing had turned heavy.

“It looks worse than it is. It doesn’t hurt,” he said, his voice piercing through the silence.

He wanted to make him feel better, but he did not want his false consolation.

Taehyung poked his wound with his finger, causing Jungkook to inhale sharply.

“Tell me again how much it doesn’t hurt,” he said as he glared at him with reddened eyes.

Jungkook placed his arms behind him, then narrowed his eyes and said, “It doesn’t hurt.”

He was betting on him not poking at his wound again.

His heart would ache at his(kook)pain.

“Go to bed! You have to be on bed rest for at least another week. Don’t go running around!” Taehyung snapped, then turned and entered the bathroom.

Jungkook leaned against the bed’s headboard and picked up his phone from the nightstand.

He made a call, then asked, “What did you find out?”

The bullet had found its mark, but it had not punctured any major organs. It was not a lethal shot.

The culprit was being interrogated at that very moment.

“He’s stubborn and won’t say a thing. We’re going to have to use some more drastic measures to get him to talk. We’ll get what we’re looking for before dawn,” reported the man on the other end of the line.

“Don’t let him die before he talks!”

Jungkook wanted to know exactly who was the one who went through such lowly means to try to take his life.

The car crash half a year ago had put him in a vegetative state.

He refused to let the same thing happen again.

Jungkook hung up and grabbed his pills from the nightstand drawer.

He was on four types of medication and had to take a handful of pills every time.

He swallowed the pills, then placed the glass of water back on the nightstand.

At that moment, the bathroom door opened and Taehyung emerged.

“I thought about it, and I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to sleep on the same bed with the state of your injuries. I’m afraid I’ll end up bumping into you during the night,” he said as he approached the bed.

“Are you really worried about hurting me?” Jungkook asked as he stared at him with his doe puppy yet deep eyes. “Or are you trying to run away from me?”

With flushed cheeks, Taehyung climbed into bed and sat up next to him.

“Are you happy now?” he said as he glanced at him with a well-behaved expression on his face. “The way you are now, I guess I won’t have to worry about you doing anything to me. What do I have to be afraid of?”

Taehyung's unbridled appearance aroused a desire in Jungkook to overpower him.

He grabbed onto the back of his head and forced him to lift his chin.

His kiss came suddenly and unexpectedly.

At three in the morning, Jungkook reached over to Taehyung and pulled him into his arms.

He was afraid of hurting him and had been sleeping on the edge of the bed the entire time.

He was worried that he would fall out of bed in his sleep.

He had groggily returned to the edge of the bed the last few times he had attempted to pull him to him.

This time, however, Jungkook did not loosen his grip around him.

Taehyung's rigid body slowly relaxed in his arms.

Suddenly, Jungkook's phone screen lit up.

He had placed his phone on silent mode so that it would not ring.

He picked up his phone and answered the call.

“We got it, boss! He said he was following Kim Sana's orders! She’s Miss Kim Taehyung's half-sister.”

Jungkook's breathing turned heavy upon hearing the news.

“What do you want us to do with Kim Sana?” asked the man on the phone. “Do we kill her or send her to prison?” Jungkook planted a soft kiss on Taehyung's forehead, then ordered in a hoarse voice, “Kill her.”