Pastel Boys

part 4

Jungkook sleeps alright the next following nights, but has a bad habit of waking up in the middle of the night due to trouble getting comfortable.

Recently he's been feeling lonely, after leaving Taehyungs house, he doesn't have that feeling of warmth next to him, the feeling of authority. He can honestly still feel the hangover just a bit, but it doesn't affect him as much now.

Getting out of his bed is going to be a fucking hastle, considering the pain from his hip has spread throughout his whole torso, he stretches before carefully sliding out of bed, he hisses at the sudden pain as soon as he realizes what had happened to his hip.

"Ah- dammit,"

He palms at the injury, pausing once he looks down, his hand covered partially in his own blood, and his shirt and bed sheets dampened by crimson. He can feel himself shake slightly, hesitating to clean up the mess. There's no time to clean up.

Should I- NO.

Debating on whether or not to call Taehyung.

Should i call him?

What's scaring him the most, is how bad his injury is. He's not even sure how deep the cut is, but he's positive that he should probably go to the ER.

He debates a few seconds more, not sure if he should call taehyung or not. It's clear that Jungkook is losing blood dangerously fast, and multiple thoughts cross his mind before he searches for Taehyungs number.

He finally manages to call, his fingers shaking at the strength that is no longer there as he holds the phone up to his cold ears.

"Jungkook- its like- 7 in the morning-"

"Tae I'm- come over, now."

A sudden sob escapes jungkooks lips, and Taehyung hangs up instantly, knowing exactly what's wrong.

Taehyung lives at least 12 minutes away, but he's there in less than 5, rushing to help Jungkook, who is probably dying while waiting for him.
Taehyung pulls up into the driveway, not even turning off his car, he rushes into the house to find Jungkook struggling to walk to the front door.

"Jungkook, no-"

Taehyung reaches for Jungkook, grabbing him by his arms and dragging him to his car.

"I'm taking you to the ER. This cut- its deeper than I thought."

Taehyungs voice quivers slightly, grunting as he hoists Jungkook into his vehicle.

"Jungkook, you have to be careful-"

The pain is excruciating. His mind begins to spin, and the sight of his own blood isn't helping either.

"Don't bleed all over my car-"

"Ugh-just- shut it,"

He clenches his side even harder, putting so much pressure on it that he will possibly bruise his skin.

They arrive at the hospital finally, and Taehyung gives jungkook no time to try to get out, he escorts jungkook inside quickly and raises his voice to get someone's attention.

"Please, somebody."

Jungkooks eyes begin to fall shut, and Taehyung begins to cry.

"Sir, we're sorry to tell you that you need to stay in the lobby, we'll bring him into a room that's available for use. Now tell me, what happened?"

Teahyung chokes on his words, not sure what to say.

"He fell, he had a terrible hangover- and he fell and hit his side- on my side table In my bedroom-"