Rain (VxReader)

9

"Have you been crying?"
Taehyung nodded at the slightest. It was right to be concerned. I layed down on the unoccupied space to Taehyung's left. "So, you aren't okay..." I concluded to myself. "You also haven't said a word to me today." I rested my head on his shoulder. At first he was stiff, but he relaxed. "Can you not speak?" I asked. "Just lost the will to talk..." Taehyung spoke. His voice sounded strained and croaky. "You sure you don't need water?" He breathed out and sat up, making me sit up as well. "Stop treating me like this," Taehyung almost yelled. "Like what?"
"Like the way everyone else has been treating me!"
I stared at him in disbelief. "Taehyung, we're just concerned," I started. "I'm not a different person, Y/N!" He glared at me, as if the 'different person' argument applied to me. I bit my lip. "We're just all on edge..." Taehyung sighed. My eyebrows rose slightly as Taehyung wrapped his arms around me. "This is how I usually end arguments," He admitted. "That's a nice way to end arguments," I commented. "Yeah..."

"So you can't walk right?" I asked him, changing the subject.
"It wouldn't hurt to try."
"Yes it would." I held him down. "Do you know how long you'll be staying in here?" I asked another question. "No...do you?" I nodded. "You'll be let out on December 24th..." Taehyung checked his watch. "It's the 8th..." He murmured. "So I'll be let out on Christmas eve..." I nodded in response. "In a wheelchair," I explained more. Taehyung looked down and quietly laughed to himself. "I guess the Love Yourself Highlight reel was jinxed." I smiled. "Lets hope you don't get arrested," I joked and elbowed him a little. "Speaking of arresting...do we know anything on the shooter?" Taehyung asked. I looked down and shook my head. "We'll find out who. And they'll get their punishment," I said a little too dark. He stared at me with a face that said, "What are you, a psychopath?"

Taehyung grabbed a book on the side desk. "So that's what you're reading?" I examined the cover. I opened the first page and face-palmed. "Its in English." What was he doing the whole time? "Yeah..." Taehyung said. "You can't read English," I explained. "No..." He said. "Why did you pick up this book?"
"I don't know."
I sighed and got up from the bed. "Where are you going?" Taehyung asked before I could explain. "I'm going to get you some cocoa," I said. His face lit up. I smiled at his happiness. It felt good and right for him to be happy after an accident like this has happened. I opened the door and left, leaving Taehyung alone.

(Taehyung never got his cocoa lol)

It was December 24th. Christmas eve. The day Taehyung would be let out. I ran into his room, not thinking of anything, just to find him asleep. I sighed. The covers shifted as Taehyung turned to face me. His eyes slowly opened. He perked up an eyebrow with a small smile. That smile was returned.
"ITS CHRISTMAS!" I yelled, pretty sure the whole hospital could hear. "What?" He gave me a confused look. "Christmas Eve..." He nodded. Then after his realization he nodded durastically. Taehyung reached for his folded wheelchair. He earned permission to wheel around the hospital in the past few days he was here. Simultaneously, Taehyung unfolds the chair with no issues while hopping in. "What time will we be let out?" Taehyung asked as we headed out the doors of his room. "10:00."

Jimin came from the other hallway in a power walk. "Merry Christmas eve!" He said as soon as he saw us. Jimin wrapped us in a hug as the rest of Bangtan came in one by one. The room which we made as our "temporary lounge room in the hospital" was filled with scattered conversation. Namjoon cleared his throat. I kneeled beside Taehyung as everyone sat up to listen. "As we probably all know it is currently 9'o clock," he announced. "30 minutes of sleep is not bad," Yoongi said from the back. "An hour before Taehyung is released," Namjoon added with a smile. "So I hope everyone has packed everything?" Everyone nodded. "Great, let's get breakfast and make last minute preparations during this hour."

I filled two plates of food and headed over to a large table with ten seats. The breakfast area was packed with family and friends visiting their hospitalized loved ones for the holiday, so our table had to give up three seats leaving us with seven. Taehyung sat in his wheelchair at the edge of the table staring at the ceiling. "Whatcha looking at?" I asked, setting down one of the plates at his side. "There's a bug." He pointed to a small black spot planted on the ceiling. I stood up. "I'm not killing it!" I said with my hands up. "I can't kill it," Taehyung sneered. "Its just a bug," Taehyung started.
"Its so small, Y/N."
"So are bullets, look where you are now."
J

imin walked over with a plate in his hands. "Jimin can you kill that bug?" I asked desperately. He looked at Taehyung then to me. I sized him up. "Nevermind." Jimin scoffed. "You're shorter than me," He said. "Another reason I can't kill that thing." Hoseok walked over, Yoongi on his tail. "What are you fretting about?" Yoongi asked. "There's a bug." Yoongi face palmed. "I can't kill it." He looked at J-hope. "Absolutely not!" Hobi refused. "Then we're screwed unless we move to another table." At Yoongi's statement we looked around for another table. They were all full. "Where is Jin?" I asked. "He already ate breakfast. You know, him and food," Yoongi said. "Then Namjoon?" Speak of the devil. Namjoon set down his plate. "What's going on?" Everyone pointed to the bug. "A bug," Yoongi scoffed. Namjoon sighed of disappointment. "That isn't a bug." Everyone stared at him. "Then what the heck is it?" I asked. "A chip in the ceiling, Taehyung should've known what it was." Everyone looked at Taehyung. He just smiled like a fool.

Everyone packed up slow as Christmas, which wasn't that slow as it literally was tomorrow. Jungkook and Jimin helped Taehyung get in the van as I sat on the curb thinking about why girls are so dang weak. "Y/N!" I heard someone call from the car. Taehyung gestured me to sit in the seat behind him. I pulled myself into the car asking, "Is there anything I can help with?" Taehyung shook his head. I sighed and closed my eyes, which turned out to be a nap on the way to the dorms.

"We're here!" I sat up with a drowsy noise. "What?" I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I wasn't aware that Jimin had picked me up completely and carried me to the curb. Loud cheering was another thing I wasn't aware of. Everyone who was formerly in the van came out and directed their attention to the large crowd.

The riot of people were being held back by metal fences. They held signs saying, Get well soon, V! or even Merry Christmas, Bangtan! These were ARMYs welcoming Taehyung and wishing him his wells and happy birthdays. I smiled at how great the fandom is.

But there are always those ones...I noticed a sign saying This is your fault, Y/N! It hurt inside as look away. A certain person in a wheelchair rolled up next to me and smiled, knowing I saw that sign. Taehyung looked back at the crowd. He looked like he felt so touched. "Let's go," Taehyung said and rolled himself to the entrance, me running after him.

Before Taehyung entered the building he called out to all the fans behind the metal fences, "I love you, ARMY!" They cheered louder as he smiled. I held up a little finger heart before following Taehyung into the dorms.

I walked into the dorm room. "Woah...I haven't been here in so long," Taehyung commented. He wheeled to the doorframe of his room he shared with Namjoon. Out of the corner of his eye I saw sadness. I sighed and walked over to Jimin. "What are the plans for Christmas? Am I going to interupt anything?" I asked him. "What? No..." Jimin assured while searching the fridgerator for food. I sighed and turned on my heel. I find myself almost tripping over Taehyung who was planted right behind me. "How did you get over here so quietly?" I said, catching myself. "Uber." I face palmed.

"Hey, do we have any cookie dough?!" Jimin called out to everyone, who were scattered upon the dorms. "No!" Jin called back. "We gotta get some!" Jimin pleaded to himself. "I'll get it," I offered. He pressed his lips together. "It's the least I could do."
"No..."
"Yes..."
"Okay..."
I grabbed my wallet and waved a goodbye to the two witnesses; Jimin and Taehyung.