"Your body is mine, angel, your lips, your skin, your heartbeat, even your breath. Every part of you, from your hair to your toes, belongs to me. No one else. Do you hear me?" Taehyung growled near Jungkook's ear, gripping his hair tighter.
"I CAN'T...
The darkness of night fades, bringing the promise of a golden dawn. After every darkness comes a new morning, bearing fresh messages of hope. Just as the shadows can create a heavy atmosphere, a bright morning has the power to breathe life into everything.
4:30 AM.
The soothing sound of the fallout leaves echoed from every direction. Taehyung entered Jungkook’s cabin and sat beside him. His disheveled appearance began to regain some life. His red, tired eyes were fixed on Jungkook’s sleeping face. In just a few hours, Jungkook’s face looked pale and drained. Pressing a gentle kiss to the sleeping beauty’s forehead, Taehyung lingered, gazing at him longingly.
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This thirst of his eyes would never be quenched. Even a few moments without seeing Jungkook’s face had left Taehyung in unbearable agony. Had he been denied that sight for a bit longer, he felt as though he would have died.
With his hands, Taehyung touched Jungkook’s face, feeling every feature. Finally, he felt somewhat at ease, as if life had returned to him. He examined the place where Jungkook had been shot, gently placing his hand on it before covering the wound with delicate kisses.
A while ago, Jungkook had regained consciousness, bringing smiles of relief to everyone’s faces. They all thanked God with happiness in their hearts. When Jungkook opened his eyes for a brief moment, they were filled with hope. Soon after, he drifted back into sleep due to the sedative injected into him. The doctor had said Jungkook would not wake up before 10 in the morning.
Hearing the news of Jungkook regaining consciousness, Taehyung rushed to his beloved, his precious angel. Now, Taehyung sat beside Jungkook with a soft, sad smile. He had almost lost the most treasured part of his life. He quickly called the guard and asked for new clothes to change out of his bloodied ones. When the guard returned, he freshened up and changed.
By 5 AM, Taehyung once again sat beside Jungkook, holding his hand tightly, as if afraid to let him go. He kept his eyes on Jungkook’s innocent face, occasionally checking the IV drip.
A nurse knocked hesitantly on the door, and Taehyung calmly invited her in. She entered, placing the tray on the table before speaking timidly,
--" Sir, I need to give the patient his medicines.
Taehyung glanced at Jungkook before replying softly,
--" Go ahead.
The nurse picked up the cotton and medication to tend to Jungkook’s wound. But before she could begin, Taehyung snatched the items from her hand. Slowly and gently, he cleaned Jungkook’s wound himself. He applied the medicine with such care that the other wouldn’t feel even an ounce of pain from the lingering touches.
When Jungkook stirred slightly, Taehyung pressed a soft kiss to the wounded area.
The nurse, keeping her head down, peeked at Jungkook’s face occasionally. Noticing this, Taehyung clenched his jaw and snapped at her,
