His Boxy Smiles

Chapter 24

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Everything hurt.
Everything hurt.
Everything hurt.
He felt numb yet he could feel the unbearable pain. Was that even possible?
He could faintly hear the chaos around him. It was like he was underwater.
Everything just seriously hurt.
He felt like he'd fallen from a height and landed on his side.
But he knew he didn't.
He'd been hit.
There was something through his side.
It hurt the most.
He could feel it rubbing against his insides.
Breathing was painful.
Was he dying?
Something pulled him deeper into the dark, completely fading out the sounds of the surroundings.
Deeper in the depths of wherever he was, there was no pain. Nothing.
Suddenly, he knew he wasn't breathing.
Suddenly, he knew his heart had stopped beating.
He was dying- no, he was dead.
He didn't want to die.
He didn't want to be dead.
It was too soon.
Someone! Please get him out of there! He didn't like that place. It was eerie and dark. He was lonely and he hated silence.
He didn't want to be there, someone pull him out.
Someone please!
He began to struggle. He wanted out. No one was coming to save him.
But he didn't want to die. He had to get out of there!

'He's responding!' an unfamiliar voice suddenly caught Taehyung's attention.

He could suddenly hear his own heart beat in a form of continuous beeps. He could suddenly breathe.
Once again, everything hurt. But it hurt worse. Far beyond bearable and he felt like he was slipping back to the abyss.
He didn't want to go back to that place.
But he didn't have the energy to resist either.
And for a split second, he felt his heart tug at his soul.
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A dream.

That was a dream.

No.

It was a nightmare.

No.

It actually happened so its a reminder.

A memory perhaps?

Taehyung fluttered his eyes open, panic stricken. If it weren't for the cast around his neck and the pain in his side, he would have shot out from bed.

He remembered. He knows.

He'd died.

He was breathing heavily.

He looked around him.

He was in the hospital. In his room. He was okay. He's not dead. His heart is still beating. He could hear. He could see. Heck, he could smell.

He's alive.

"Tae?" Jimin asked worriedly.

That was when he noticed.

His members surrounded him. They looked at him with the same magnitude of concern and fear.

His members were here. He's okay.

No.

He's not okay.

But he'd be fine.

As long as his members were there.

"I-I'm f-fine," he managed to say before he started wincing in pain.

His side hurt.

A lot more than it should.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Jin asked.

Taehyung didn't answer, shutting his eyes tight in an attempt to ease the pain.