Whispers of a first kiss

Chapter 5

"Come on, what are you waiting for?" Taehyung urged, nudging Seojoon with a mix of urgency and excitement before striding toward Jungkook.

However, Jungkook's vision was blurring, the searing pain in his lower stomach and lower back growing unbearable. He could only make out Taehyung's shadowy silhouette, his strength waning with every second.

Taehyung, trying to mask his embarrassment with a strained smile, wiped his face. He glanced back at Seojoon, who was standing a few steps behind them, blushing and acting like a bashful bride, was reluctant to approach. Taehyung then turned to Hana, offering a comforting smile despite the knot of nervousness in his chest.

"Jungkook, actually my friend Seo.." Taehyung started, but his words were cut short when Jungkook suddenly gripped his biceps. The sudden pressure was a shock, and before Taehyung could react, Jungkook’s body collapsed.

"Jungkook!" Hana’s voice cracked with panic, her eyes widening as she watched the scene unfold in horror. Taehyung acted swiftly, his heart pounding, as he cradled Jungkook in his arms, gently lowering him to the ground.

"Jungkook!" Taehyung’s voice was filled with desperation and concern as he supported Jungkook, his hands trembling slightly. Seojoon and Wooshik ran towards them, their faces etched with fear and urgency.

"What happened?" Taehyung asked, tapping Jungkook’s cheeks, his voice tight with anxiety.

"I... I don’t know," Hana’s sobs filled the night, her distress palpable as she watched the unfolding crisis.

"Don’t cry. We’ll get him back to my hyung's home," Taehyung said, trying to offer comfort even as his own fear was evident. He took a deep breath, lifting Jungkook in a bridal carry, each step heavy with the weight of his worry as he made his way back to Jin’s house, along with others.

"Hyungggg…" Taehyung’s voice was strained with both physical effort and emotional distress.

"Sirrrr," Hana’s voice echoed, a mix of anxiety and helplessness.

"Should we take him to the hospital?" Seojoon’s voice was choked with tears, his hands shaking as he supported Jungkook’s legs.

"Hyungggg." Taehyung called out again and this time he saw Jin rushing toward them, his face a mask of panic and concern.

"Jungkook? What? What happened?" Jin asked urgently, his eyes widening as he saw Jungkook unconscious in Taehyung’s arms, his own worry mirrored in the rapid beat of his heart.

"I don’t know. He just fainted," Taehyung said, his voice trembling with the weight of his fear as he carefully laid Jungkook on the leather couch in the living room.

Jungkook's hand fell limply from his stomach, dangling off the edge of the couch, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy he had earlier. His face was unnervingly pale, the once rosy cheeks now a faint, colorless hue. The sight of his weakened state struck Taehyung with a deep sense of dread, amplifying his growing anxiety.

And as Taehyung stepped back, his heart skipped a beat when he noticed the bloodstains on both Jungkook’s dress and his own shirt. The sight was jarring, the dark patches of blood stark against the fabric. Taehyung’s throat tightened, and he gulped visibly, the weight of fear, anxiety, and concern constricting his chest. It was as if a heavy, invisible hand was pressing down on him, making it difficult to breathe. Each shallow breath was a struggle as hopelessness threatened to overwhelm him.

"Hyung," Taehyung’s voice wavered, his eyes wide with fear as he pointed to the blood.

"Is he dying?" Hana’s voice broke into a cry, her fear and tears mingling with the night air as she noticed blood strain in his yellow frock, almost like he was bleeding to death.