sad. the sequel. || taekook.

real.

Jeon Jeongguk.

What?

This Taehyung just walked through the other one as if it were a ghost.

Kim Taehyung.

I kneeled in front of him,

but he backed away like a scared dog.

"Hey, it's okay. It's just me."

"W-What, th-the o-other y-you..."

I looked around.

"What? Who?"

He just stared at me with pure shock.

He suddenly pointed behind me.

"Th-There!"

I looked behind me.

No one.

"What are you talking about, Jeongguk?"

"Y-You. Y-You're r-right th-there..."

I started to get suspicious.

I reached out my hand to grab his.

He flinched away.

"Jeongguk..."

After he relaxed,

I grabbed his hand,

and led it towards to where it seemed he was looking.

He gasped and pulled his hand away immediately.

"H-He d-disappeared..."

"Jeongguk, it's just your imagination. Calm down. Maybe in the morning you'll feel better."

Now, maybe you all are asking why I was not treating his wounds immediately and why I'm not questioning him.

I'm not surprised at all,

I was expecting it,

but yes,

tears were threatening to fall at this moment.

I truly care for him,

and i want him to get better.

I shuffled over the shaking boy,

picked him up in my arms,

walked across the room,

and lay him down on the bed.

He immediately curled into a ball,

but i definitely didn't miss that wince.

I grabbed the first aid kit, and stood over Jeongguk.

"Now, let's get you fixed up."

I slid off his shirt,

and pulled off his jeans.

I scanned his body,

and I stopped.

Blisters?

I was not expecting that.

I ran my finger along the flesh,

and he flinched away from my hand.

My eyes were glossy with fresh tears.

"Jeongguk, what did you do?"

He just shook his head.

"I don't even know myself."