YA AMAR | TAEKOOK

LOVE

When Taehyung woke up , his gaze fell upon Jimin, who was seated on the couch, his eyes fixed intently on his phone as he scrolled through it.

He stretched, arching his back and sat comfortably on the bed. Jimin looked at him, his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled.

"Good morning!" Jimin chimed, flashing a warm smile at Taehyung.

"Morning..." he mumbled, his gaze instinctively drifted to the bedside table , hoping to find a new bouquet.

But his eyes scanned the empty space, and his heart sank.

Disappointment washed over the omega like a wave, leaving a tinge of sadness in its wake.

The absence of the flowers left a void in his morning routine, leaving a hollow feeling in his chest.

Taehyung's mind began to wander, his thoughts drifting to the conversation he had with Jungkook the day before.

Had something changed between them? Had he said something to upset Jungkook?

A faint sense of unease crept over Taehyung, his heart beating with a mix of emotions. He tried to shake off the feeling, but the nagging feeling persisted.

"Did you sleep well?" Jimin asked softly, his voice gentle and Taehyung's response was a languid hum.
"What's wrong, Tae?" he asked, sensing the shift in taehyung's mood.

Taehyung's shoulders sagged, and he let out a deep sigh.

"Nothing, I just want to go home." he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

"We'll go home after the check-up, okay?" Jimin said reassuringly.

"Okay," he whisperd , his voice laced with a hint of sadness.

Taehyung's eyes began to prick with unshed tears, and he rapidly blinked them back, determined to hold his emotions in check. He felt a lump form in his throat as he struggled to comprehend why he's being so sensitive these days.

He didn't want to be this sensitive, this emotional. But as he glanced around the room, his eyes felt heavy with unshed tears, and he couldn't help but wonder, what's wrong with him?... it's just flowers.

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After the check-up, Jimin, Suga, and Hoseok made their way to Taehyung's room. Upon entering, they found Taehyung slumped on the couch. He looked up, his eyes searching for the alpha, only to be met with disappointment by his absence.

The omega let out a sigh, his movements slow and mechanical as he prepared to leave.

As Taehyung walked through the hospital corridors, each step felt heavy. The sunlight streaming through the windows cast a warm glow on his gloomy face.

Jimin's observant eyes caught the omega's downtrodden demeanor, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of concern.

Suga and Hoseok exchanged knowing glances noticing the omega's low mood.

Taehyung's gaze drifted out the passenger window, his eyes tracing the blurred lines of the passing scenery. But his mind was a thousand miles away, lost in a fog of thoughts that refused to clear.

The car ride was filled with a heavy silence, only broken by the occasional hum of the tires on the road.

Taehyung leaned in, resting his head on Jimin's shoulder. Jimin's hands instinctively rose to cradle his head, gently stroking his hair with soothing fingers. Soon his eyelids grew heavy, surrendering to sleep.