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The Weight of Silence
The scent of pine and damp earth clung to the air, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of blood that still lingered in Taehyung's memory. He awoke to a throbbing headache, the world a blurry canvas of muted greens and browns.
The cabin was small, cramped even, but a haven compared to the terror of the woods. Sunlight, filtered through grimy windowpanes, cast long shadows across the rough-hewn walls, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stillness.
The silence, however, was anything but still; it hummed with unspoken anxieties, a weight pressing down on Taehyung's chest. He remembered the attack, the chilling scream of the wind, the searing pain, and then… nothing.
Just Jeongguk's voice, a low, soothing hum that had been his last anchor before the darkness claimed him. But the memory of that comfort was tinged with the bitter knowledge of the distance he'd placed between them, a chasm carved by his own insecurities.
He remembered Jeongguk.
The thought sparked a jolt of urgency, but also a hesitant pull back. He had to know if Jeongguk was alright, but the thought of interacting, of relying on him, felt… complicated.
With a groan, Taehyung sat up, the movement sending a fresh wave of pain through his skull. He ignored it, his eyes scanning the room.
He swallowed, the lump in his throat making it hard to speak. He wanted to ask, to know Jeongguk was safe, but a wall of his own insecurities rose up.
A soft sigh beside him startled him. Jeongguk was there, sitting on the edge of the bed, his hand still gently cradling Taehyung's.
His eyes, wide with concern, met Taehyung's, the worry etched deep within their dark depths.
"Taehyung," Jeongguk whispered, his voice laced with relief.
"You're awake." He gently squeezed Taehyung's hand. "How do you feel?"
Taehyung winced, avoiding Jeongguk's gaze. "Like I was trampled by a herd of wild boars," he mumbled, rubbing his temples.
"My head feels like it's going to explode."
Jeongguk chuckled softly. "I wouldn't say that. But you did take quite a blow." He helped Taehyung sit up straighter.
"We need to get you some water."
Taehyung hesitated, the words catching in his throat. He wanted to ask about what happened, but the distance he'd created between them felt insurmountable.
He mumbled, "What… what happened after…?" His voice trailed off, unable to fully articulate the question.
Jeongguk hesitated, his gaze searching Taehyung's face. "We managed to get away," he said finally, his voice serious.
"But… it was close. Too close." He paused, watching Taehyung's reaction carefully.
Taehyung shivered, the memory of the attack flooding back, but overshadowed by a deeper unease – the unease of his own complicated feelings for Jeongguk.
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Fanfiction[TO BE REWRITTEN SOON] For nearly three centuries, Taehyung, a trueblood omega unlike any other, has lived a solitary existence in a forgotten palace hidden deep within the lost mountains. His immortality, a cruel gift of his trueblood heritage, is...
