Hold My Hand - A Taekook Love Story.

47 - You'll Be Safe Here..

“H-hyung.” Jungkook feels the sound refusing to leave his throat, as his mind almost blanks out due to the sight in front of his eyes.

What woke him up was Taehyung's painful cry, when Jong-in pulled away the sword from the grip. Blood splattered everywhere, including Jungkook's face, who was all but kneeling frozen on the floor till then. Jong-in's anguish curse made a sort of a ringing noise in Jungkook's ears. He wouldn't properly understand what the Prince was saying, but he was lucid enough to understand what's about to happen, when the sword was raised once again. This time, it was aimed at Taehyung, who even with his bleeding hands, stood in front of Jungkook protecting him.

It maybe took a second, or even less than that, when another cry rang out. The point of Jong-in's sword, dripping with blood, was poking out from Taehyung's back. The sword was pulled out with a menacing laugh, and raised again for another blow.

Jungkook quickly stumbled to his feet, pushed Taehyung away with his shoulder, while delivering a well aimed kick to Jong-in's knee. The sound of kneecap breaking was followed by a cry of pain. Jong-in fell to the floor, clutching his knee instead of the sword which now laid unattended beside him.

Footsteps running up the stairs prevented them from further actions, and a group of royal guards, headed by a frantic Jimin, filled in to the upper floor.

“Kookie!” Jimin called out, as he ran to the prince, but Jungkook had his attention focused on Taehyung, who was wandering in and out of consciousness now.

“Hyung, help him!”

Jimin gave a nod and two guards immediately got to work on Taehyung's wounds. Another one cut the rope binding Jungkook's hands behind his back, and the first thing the prince did was kneel beside Taehyung.

“H-hyung..” Jungkook's voice was shaking. “Hyung, p-please don't close your eyes.”

“Koo-” Taehyung's lips barely moved, before his head fell to the side. Excessive blood loss was too much for his body to handle, and he finally lost the battle to stay conscious.
   
  
  
  
  
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When Taehyung woke up next, the first thought he had was that he was in heaven. How else can he lay on a cloud like this? And the smell in the air.. lavender.. and a blend of some other herbs, probably from the intense sticks he saw from the corner of his eyes.

The room he was in is probably not heaven, but it sure did look like it. Well lit, dripping with wealth and comfort. But the most precious of them all, was his prince.

Jungkook was reading a book, his face slightly turned away from Taehyung's as he scribbled something on to a paper on the table. Then he rubbed his forehead, as if he was concentrating on a particularly difficult thought, and then he scribbled some more. Taehyung could only watch for a mere minute or so, before he succumbed to the prince's charms.

“K-kookie.”

The ink quill fell onto the paper, as Jungkook whipped his head towards Taehyung with an alarming speed.

“Hyung.” Jungkook's voice was dripping with relief. His eyes started to shine. “You're awake.”

Taehyung gave a soft smile. “A-are you okay?”

Jungkook blinked a few times. “Me?”

“You're not hurt, are you?” Taehyung was having some trouble speaking due to the dryness of his throat, but he had to know that Jungkook was okay.

Jungkook made a strange sound from the back of his throat, a sound between a cry and a frustrated groan. “Why are you worried about me, when it's you who got stabbed by a sword?”