BIPOLAR ( VKOOK ) // COMPLETED

CHAPTER 24

KIM TAEHYUNG P.O.V

I was having the worse nightmare in my life, the scene of Jimin killing Jung kook for fun kept replaying in my mind. The ash blonde smirking and Jung kook screaming for help. Yet, I could not move, the only thing I could do was watch in absolute horror. The scene shifted and I was surrounded by utter darkness once again. My eyelids flew open and I bolted upright, hands trembling and sweat rolling down my forehead.

It took me a few seconds to register every piece of information, the fact that I was sitting on the bed, with a bandage stomach and Jung kook was nowhere to be found. I tried getting up, but the wound was painful, making me flop back down on the duvet.

I cursed loudly, praying that the neighboring rooms did not hear me. I sighed and closed my eyes again, trying to calm myself down and recollect my thoughts. I remembered Jung kook rushing out of the room, he wore a grim expression, as if wanting to kill someone.

That someone could most probably be Park Jimin. Jung kook was no match for him. He could very well just break from the sight of his so-called dead friend and bawl his eyes out. He could also get mad and anger might blind him, making him do irrational things. Either way, I need to find him and bring him back to me, to avoid anything bad happening.

"But I need to get out of the bed," I muttered, looking at my bandaged stomach. The white bandages were almost soaked with my red blood, making it disgusting to see. I held onto my stomach as I grabbed a fresh set of clothes from my bag, trying my best to look good and natural.

"I hope this will do..." I mumbled, stretching my black tee over my abdomen to cover up the very obvious wound. I bit the insides of my cheek and headed out, closing the door behind me. I went towards the empty ground where I was assaulted and saw no one there.

I stuffed both of my hands into my jean pocket, the denim warming up my cold hands instantly. I frowned and was going to stroll around the premises when I felt a sharp tap on my shoulder. I turned around quickly and saw the familiar sight of black hair and pink lips.

Jung kook?

"No idiot, I am Jinyoung," The voice barked, snapping me out of my daydream.

"Sorry, Jinyoung... Why are you here?" I asked, scratching my head as I looked at the older who just scoffed and folded his arms.

"I am here with the rest because of Wonwoo. That friend of yours deployed us to the island to keep an eye on you two. And it so happens we bumped into Jung kook, who ran away." He explained.

My eyes widened as he mentioned the younger boy's name, I was going to ask him where he last saw Jung kook when Jinyoung opened his mouth to speak again.

"Jung kook went into Baekhyun's room accidentally and collapsed. So he is basically in Baek's room now." he male added on, motioning me to follow him.

"I swear to god if you hurt him..." I let the threat linger in the air and Jinyoung just laughed, throwing his head back.

"Please, I won't do that. Well, I did take some actions as he tried to kill Bam bam and me."

"I hate you."

"I hate you too."

Jinyoung smiled and went to a door down the hallway. He knocks on it and went in , gesturing me to follow as well. I went into the room and saw Chanyeol, holding an ice back on his cheek and whining to Baekhyun as he entered codes into his computer.

"Baekhyun~~~~ You have been doing that all afternoon!" Chanyeol whines, jutting out his bottom lip and he scooted closer to the shorter. I just sighed and went to Jung kook's side, he was sleeping soundly and he laid in a fetus position.

"Who carr-"I started off.

"I carried him here. He was not hard to carry, pretty light." Bambam butted in, biting into an apple.

"Thanks."

I turned my attention to Jung kook who whimpered slightly in his sleep, in further inspection, his eyebrows were furrowed and he let out a strangled noise. I patted his head and stood up, wincing in pain as he wound tore open, I let out a groan and dropped onto the bed, hugging my abdomen. Jinyoung rushed to my side and laid me flat on the ground, lifting up my tee and tearing away the bandages wrapped around my stomach. I clawed onto the ground, trying to fight the urge of screaming. Jinyoung wrapped fresh bandages around my and helped me onto the bed, trying really hard not to sigh loudly.

"You need to take care of yourself, better." He chided.

"It is not my fault. Park Jimin was the one who did this !" I protested.

"Sh! We don't want Jung kook to wake up, do we?!" Baekhyun hissed, looking up at the computer screen.

"Sorry," I muttered.

"No need to apologizeI need to make a call with Wonwoo," Jinyoung said, fishing out his phone.

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I was still lying on the bed, dinner was soon and my stomach was growling loudly. Baekhyun and the rest had left to get food, which left me and Jung kook alone.

Together.

"Jung kook..."I sighed, turning towards him and was faced to face with him. His sleeping expression was peaceful...yet saddening. He whimpered and whispered in his sleep,  his fingers curled around the white sheets.

"T-tae..." I whispered, his eyebrows furrowing. "H-help me... p-please... don't l-leave...."

"Hey...hey... I'm here." I said, grabbing for Jung kook's ice cold hands. "I am here... don't worry."

I leaned in closer and pressed my forehead onto his feverishly cold one. He sighed and I kissed him on the forehead, calming him down finally. He slipped into a more peaceful sleep, however, when I loosen my grip on his hand, I felt someone shift and I turned my head towards Jung kook again. His eyes were wide open and his breathing came out in puffs . 

"What's wrong?" I asked, smiling weakly, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. 

"I..." He started off. Before crashing his lips onto mine, he pulled me upwards, kissing me deeper. The both of us were making out on the bed. I unconsciously sneaked my hand under the shirt, caressing his stomach and chest. Jung kook groans and began to pull away from the kiss for air. He panted against my lips and did a small whimper when I slid my hand to the hems of his shirt. 

"I...I love you..."Jung kook moaned out. "I did not know why...But I am madly in love with you."

"Mm-hm..." I smirked, pulling away and resting my forehead on his. He smiled sweetly at me and threw his arms around my neck, he kissed my nose. "I l-love you as much. 

"T-taehyung..."

"You are fine with this ...?" I asked, lifted up his shirt slightly, his own fingers grazing my bandage. 

"What happened to you..." He whispered, resting his face in the crook of my shoulder. 

"It is nothing."

"That is good to hear..."

He doesn't remember anything ? He doesn't know that Jimin stabbed me...?