WINGS || Taehyung

#30 - Long Enough

Jungkook offered to come with you to look after Taehyung but you denied, 'It's okay, Kook. You go down and help them.' He gave you an unsure look before turning away in defeat and walking down the stairs.

You made your way to the room where Taehyung was, the door wide open already. Walking in, you shut the door behind you... but you didn't move - further away or closer to him. You were rooted there, watching him, your heart rapidly beating in your chest.

What if you did something to him if you went closer? What if you'd somehow lose control of yourself again? There were so many what ifs in your mind, all of them dominating your thoughts that you began to think it was even clouding your vision.

You shook your head - no, you had to take care of him. You wouldn't let anything happen. He was hurt already. You'd only try your best to take care of him. After all, you owed him so much.

But the doubts remained.

Nevertheless, you went to him and sat on the bed just beside him, looking down at his now skinny figure.

His face looked paler than Yoongi's - and that was saying something - deprived of all color and blood. One movement of your fingers against his cheek told you how weak he was. His cheeks were hollow, with barely any life left in his body. Tears pricked at your eyes as you kept watching him; you wondered if you were a tad too late. You wondered if you were the root cause of all of this chaos.

Yes. Yes, of course you were. And it had all begun that night when you said something so stupid - so dumb, that it had almost cost his life.

At the same time, Yoongi had his eyes narrowed at the guest, who's name he unmistakably recollected as the one who was supposed to be going to Kronell.

'Jimin,' Yoongi whispered, tilting his head back a little so Jimin could hear him, 'Go back inside and tell Namjoon - and only Namjoon - that Hoseok is here.' And Jimin complied to the demand without any complaint, his legs carrying him swiftly into the manor.

Yoongi made sure Jimin was back inside safely before turning back to Hoseok.
'I believe our father has sent you. What is it that you need?' Yoongi could understand by Hoseok's body language that he himself didn't know exactly who or what he was looking for. Like always, people like him were sent, without any clue, whatsoever, about what they had to find. Yoongi's father was always like that - He was the fishing rod and these clueless (mostly innocent) people were the bait hung on the hook.

'Um...' His voice came out unsure and hoarse, his head turning left to right, avoiding Yoongi's gaze, 'I was sent to get Kim- I mean, Y/N. Is she here?'

Yoongi raised a humorous eyebrow at his question. He wondered for a second if he'd gotten the wrong person sent to Kronell. But, of course, he knew at the same time Hoseok was doing a damn good job. A smirk lifted one of the corners of Yoongi's chapped lips.

'No, she isn't. You should go back and tell father that.' Yoongi took another step closer towards the gate - the closest he could get to him, for now.

If not for the circumstances, Yoongi would have patted Hoseok on the back.

You were talking to Taehyung, who wasn't even hearing a word you were saying. Yet you yapped on, like you two were back at the café, exchanging flirtatious smiles and subtle compliments with each other. You missed those times, and your heart ached to bring those moments back again. Your voice lowered, your eyes glazing over his body. You reached for his hand that rested on his chest.

Maybe you did feel just like how he wanted you to feel about him. But why now, when he was barely alive?

'I'm sorry, Taehyung...' Your voice cracked, and your grip on his hand got tighter. Your thumb rubbed soothingly on the back of his palm as strings of apologies and words you wished to tell him flowed out of your mouth. You knew you were a coward. And a complete idiot for not taking notice of Taehyung's life that was on the line.

'I- I do like you Tae. I really do like you. I can't imagine you leaving me...so please, Taehyung, don't.' You whispered, looking away from his face, your free hand reaching to wipe the tears that stained your cheek. You felt sobs getting ready to tear through your throat and rack your body. And you possibly couldn't break down in front of him. Unconscious or not, you just couldn't. You were vulnerable enough - and so was he.

You stood up, ready to leave the room, because not watching him slipping away from you would be a much better option if you didn't want to break down completely.
You gave his hand one last squeeze before letting it go - his hand fell lifelessly onto the mattress, bouncing slightly before settling by his side. You sighed, and sloppily trudged to the door.

Turning the knob, you were beginning to open the door when you heard a hoarse voice, 'Y/N...'
You turned around. You could've sworn you'd heard your name. You looked around again before your eyes fell on the sight of Taehyung's hand moving lazily to his torso.

'T-Taehyung?' You took small, unsure strides towards him, your brows furrowed. You noticed his head lull to one side, and you gasped, 'Taehyung!' You broke into a sprint, climbing onto the bed with vigor and grabbed his hand that laid on his chest. Your other hand cupped his cheek and you stared at him curiously, cautiously...patiently.

'Y/N.' He groaned again, and this time it was crystal clear. Your eyes widened with anticipation and realization: Taehyung was waking up.
You saw his eyes fluttering, them struggling to open. You noticed his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he continuously gulped. Figuring he was parched, you reached for the glass of water that stood on the bedside table and brought it up to his torn lips.

Your other hand held the back of his head and inclined it, 'Tae, drink some water.' Your hand was shaking as you touched the glass to his cracked lips and he opened them, his hand resting on yours as you held onto the glass. You let him drink the fluid sip by sip, before he patted your hand gently. Moving the glass away, your thumb wiped over the water that was dripping down his chin.

'Do you want to sit up?' You asked him softly, and he nodded. Your hand still supporting his head up, you moved the pillow and rested it on the head board of the bed before helping him lean his back against it. In the process, you got closer to face, as you adjusted his hair and shirt, that seemed to be stained and dried with blood. Making a mental note of cleaning that up, your shaking hands made his hair again, moving the bangs away from his face so he could see clearly.

'Tae, you need to-'

'Y/N.' He purred breathily, his eyes now partially open, but you could feel the intensity of his stare through his half lidded eyes. You looked down at him, and your eyes made a swift exchange between his lips and eyes. Taehyung, being the cocky person he is, smirked, the corner of his lip tugging upwards lazily as he noticed your second long gaze.

His hand came up to your face, resting lightly over your cheek that was wet with tears, and caressed the skin gently. His long, slender fingers traveled into your hair and held a gentle fistful of it. You felt him beckoning your head towards his, and you obliged hesitantly.

'Come here,' he growled softly, as he tugged at your hair again and you leaned in further, and within seconds, your lips collided with his. As he claimed your mouth, you felt the familiar wings of the butterflies in your stomach coming back to life.
He kissed you slowly, and even in his condition, he managed to melt you in the kiss, your hand resting on his chest to support your body weight.

He pulled away and pecked the corner of your lips, his own lingering there for a second longer, before he whispered onto your skin, it partially brushing against your lips, 'Took you long enough.'