fiendish heart [1]

16 。jungkook

The first memory Taehyung could recall of a hospital was waking up in the ER with severe hypothermia and minor concussion after daring to take on the mountain ranges in harsh winter winds. It was funny how things had played out, he was never meant to leave, just like always. The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth.

He woke up enclosed in whitewashed walls and disinfectant odours, they set in a panic stricken realisation that he was no longer living away from humanity. The first thing his eyes focused on was the bouquet of hot pink peonies that was placed on his side table, the flowers glaring down at him as a burst of sudden colour. The next thing that caught his attention was the unfamiliar clothing and pressure against his arms. He looked down at the thick white blankets layered over his legs, weighing him down so that movement became impossible. He studied the attire a stranger had dressed him in and noticed the stitches on his arm and the cold air against his neck. Slowly, he reached up to his neck, cords tangled with blankets and a pair of headphones getting caught as his fingers touched his bare neck. The gold scarf was gone, it made him feel empty.

„Tae -"He hushed the speaker the moment their cracked voice broke the silence, focused on caressing his skin that had been covered for months. „Taehyung." The voice spoke more urgently, and that's when Taehyung finally noticed Minjae sitting on the grey leather couch across the room. Dark circles framed his eyes and his posture slouched to suit his exhausted appearance. His midnight irises filled with a look of sadness, sympathy. Midnight...

„You pity me," Taehyung croaked, not used to hearing his voice. It was now dry and hoarse, unused and thick with sickness.

„I do not pity you, Taehyung, I am worried about you." Minjae finally responded after studying his boyfriend's expression. „You fell asleep for ... a couple of days."

„How long?" Taehyung snarled with a harsh tone, fingers tugging at the IV in his arm. He needed to get out of this unnatural and freakish place where everyone was dressed in white and their was no lively aura. He hated it. Everyone was practically dead, or on their way.

„Two days." Minjae said quietly, his gaze lowering to his phone as his fingers hovered over the call button. He had the contact on speed dial, just waiting for the moment he'd see Taehyung's eyes once more. But instead of being filled with joy, he was filled with dread. Some thing just didn't sit right in the circumstances.

„I need to go back to Kook." Taehyung murmured, tugging a tad stronger on the needle so it shifted under his skin. He winced, stifling a groan of discomfort as he tried removing it entirely.

„Who is Kook? Why do you keep muttering his bloody name? Every ten minutes when I thought you were going to ... die." Minjae paused, continuing in a gradually growing volume, „You would say his name. His name! Not mine!" He rose to his feet, approaching the edge of the bed and gripping onto the cloth bundled at Taehyung's feet. „Who is he and why is he more important than me?" He cried, falling beside his boyfriend who sat still on the bed.

„I can't tell you." Taehyung replied, tugging the needle loose from under his skin and removing it so that blood began to ooze down his arm. He looked up as Minjae looked down, their eyes meeting in the process. „Please let me go." He pleaded, trying to climb from the bed but failing miserably as Minjae jumped to his side, pushing him down as he called out for someone.

„Stay! Please!"

„No!" Taehyung screamed, hysterical eyes boring into his boyfriend's furious stare. They stayed locked in each other's arms, blood staining the sheets as Minjae kept the weak boy in a secure hold.