Jungkook is a barista at a coffee shop.
Taehyung is a frequent customer.
What happens when one develops feelings for the other?
Sequel: Gucci Boy
WARNING:
This story includes:
•Language
•Depression and anxiety
•Smut
•Other possible triggers
⬆️Ta...
"Where do I go now? And where do I start? I don't wanna pick up the pieces I just wanna watch it all fall apart, fall apart Like it should, fall apart, like I said I would"
My feet ran faster than they ever have before, the soles of my shoes squeaking on the tile floor of the hospital. Finally, I made it to the hallway, seeing Yoongi standing outside the door, chewing on a hangnail on his thumb.
"Yoongi! W-what? W-why? H-how?" I bombarded him with questions as I panted, trying to catch my breath.
He put a hand on my shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "Taehyung, relax. Dr. Grey is in there checking him out. They're going to do a CT to make sure there isn't any damage now that he's awake." He exhaled before continuing. "I was just sitting in there with him, giving him some company while you were working. I was holding his hand, and he squeezed it, before he started to cough from the tube. His eyes... he was terrified, Taehyung. God, he was panicking so bad. That's when I called the doctor's in and they kicked me out."
"Oh my God. Do they think there will be damage? What if he can never talk again, or what if he can't walk or-"
"Taehyung!" Yoongi shouted, both hands now on my shoulders, shaking me slightly as tears fell from my eyes. He opened his mouth to say something else when I saw Dr. Grey approaching.
"Doctor Grey! Please, how is he?" My voice cracked unintentionally.
"He is awake. We took the intubation tube out since he is breathing on his own. He seems to be doing well. His mind seems to be a little... fuzzy. That is normal, though, given the length of his coma. You two can go on in, but be patient. He is tired and might have trouble remembering some things."
I took a shakey breath, squeezing Yokngi's hand on my shoulder beflre I motioned with my head toward the door. Yoongi gave me a forced smile before leading the way in.
"Yoongi!" Jungkook's beautiful voice was the first one to speak as his shakey arms opened, asking for a hug.
Yoongi broke down in a sob as he ran and engulfed his best friend in a hug. "God, Kook. You had me fucking terrified."
Jungkook giggled. God, I missed this. I missed him. They hugged and cried a little in each other's arms, whispering soft words of love to each other. They broke apart and then Jungkook's eyes met mine, a look of confusion glossing over his irises.
"Yoongi, who is this?"
To say that my heart sank would be an understatement.
He looked at me with a raised eyebrow, no sense of recognition at all.
I took a small step flrward, trying to keep my body and voice steady. "Jungkook, it's me. Taehyung."
"Taehyung?"
I nodded, a smile forming on my lips as I heard my name flow off of his tongue so beautifully.
"I'm sorry, Taehyung. I am not sure that I know anyone by that name."
Yoongi's eyes quickly flicked to mine before back to Jungkook's. He gripped the boy's hands to comfort him. "That is okay, Kook. They said your memory might not be great for a while."
"Where is Yugyeom?"
The air in the room got stiff and awkward. I looked at Yoongi and held his gaze for a minute before looking away. Yoongi answered the question for me, since I knew I wouldn't be able to. "He, um, got caught up at work and is on his way. He was away in America, so it'll be a day or two before he can actually come and see you."
Jungkook nodded, a wide smile on his face displaying how much he really loved Yugyeom, before turning back to me. "Who are you to me?"
I coughed a little to force the raw emotions I was feeling back down. I took a seat in the chair next to my head and buried my face in my hands for a second before removing it and looking at him directly in the eyes. "I-I was just a friend. And your roommate."
"Ah. So you're not anyone super important, that's good. It would've sucked if you were like my husband or child and I had forgotten who you were."
"Yeah. It would've definitely sucked."
••••• Lol
I have six story drafts I realized, and I'm like wow because the chances of me writing all of them are small but they're mostly all good ideas (I think) and I'm excited to write all of them lol
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