His Boxy Smiles

Chapter 29

It wasn't Taehyung's intention to pass out in the middle of his anxiety attack. It wasn't his intention to have a seemingly endless nightmare either. And it certainly wasn't his intention to sleep with a frown on his face, worrying the people who saw it.

He couldn't help it. The medicine his doctor was giving him never failed to drag him back to sleep. The nightmares that invaded his slumber wouldn't stop either. It was always there at the dark corners of his brain. He couldn't help showing his pain through his face either; even as he slept.

His body's broken. That much the others understood. However, they didn't know just how much.

Maybe they do know the extent of his injuries but they didn't exactly know how much it hurt. Even something as simple as breathing hurt Taehyung. Every intake of air scorches his lungs and chest.

The medicine did its wonders but the pain was still there. It was always there.

The only time he didn't suffer from the shock of each sting and ache of his whole body was when he's asleep. Sleep was suppose to be a bliss. But even that was taken away from him by his nightmares.

He had no escape. He's broken beyond his injuries- broken beyond repair in his opinion.

You could see his internal struggle and desperation if you looked closely.

Maybe the boys could if they looked deeper too.

But Taehyung wouldn't let them.

He didn't want to worry and burden them any further than he had. That would be selfish.

So he kept to his own pain, flashing his teeth and smile whenever he was awake to do just that.

He put them through so much already.

This time, when he woke up from his nightmare, it wasn't with a jolt or a gasp. He woke up with a scary calm demeanour outside while inside, he screamed, thrashed and cried in fright and agony.

He stared at the white ceiling in his internal breakdown, the misery of breathing coming back to his nerves. His head pounded as usual, side burning with sting, neck pulsing with blunt needles as his legs felt numb and his pelvic bone complained with intensity.

It took him ten minutes to realize that he wasn't alone in the room.

He frowned in confusion. He brought his eyes away from the ceiling and down to his side.

Jungkook was at his usual place. So was Jimin. No, not only them. So was the rest of his hyungs.

His frown deepened.

He glanced at the clock.

It was 10 pm.

That explained why his members were on their pajamas, personal pillows in their embrace as they slept peacefully. But it didn't explain why they were there.

Why were they there? Aren't they supposed to be back at the dorm?

Blankly, Taehyung wondered. He must be still dreaming. Right at any second, darkness would consume this room and the truck would appear. Surely that truck would appear with its famous honk and headlights.

Taehyung was gripped with fear again as he braced himself for the worst.

But it never came.

He was even more confused.

Movements brought him out of his state of conflict. Jungkook was nuzzling into his side, making himself comfortable in his sleep.

Then realization hit Taehyung.