Hi Doggie! KTH & JJK

If only...

Taehyung's POV

"He has a minor concussion and his nose is broken. He also suffered from a panic attack, hence why he lost consciousness." The doctor explains to Jin. "He should be good to go by the time he wakes up."

"Thanks doctor." Jin bows deeply.

"Congrats little fellow." The doctor pets my small head. "You saved someone's life." He smiles and walks away.

I did? That is a first! I usually destroy people's lives, not save them.

Orange soon comes to the hospital and cries after seeing his friend. I wish I could tell them what happened but my words sound like measly barks!

They need to know about that good for nothing human, Sang Joon!

"He's up!" Orange cheers as Jungkook slowly opens his swollen, bruised eyes.

Jungkook groans as he adjusts to the light in the room. Barking loudly, I jump on the bed to see him. His face is purple and red, eyes swollen, lip busted, a pitiful sight for a pitiful man.

"Tae." Jungkook's voice is hoarse. He smiles as I snuggle into his neck. "My little king."

Actually, the king's son but he was close.

The doctor asks for everybody else to leave the room, minus myself. He tells Jungkook about what happened and he questions Jungkook on how he got injured.

"I-I...got in a fight with someone."

A fight? No way! He beat you, brutally beat you. Why is he lying for that scum?

"Hmm. Okay. Just be careful next time. Stay at home this week, I'll give you an excused absence for your job." The doctor bows and walks away.

"A week? All by myself?" His eyes shake. I whine so he can notice me. He cups my tiny face in his hands. "Of course. I have you, I'm not alone."

He smiles but it quickly forms into a frown. Soon, his frown turns into heavy sobs. I can see his soul is weeping.

"Home sweet home." Jungkook sighs once he closes the apartment door.

"You're hungry right?" He asks me. I nod my head. Food! Food! Food....

My excitement dies instantly when he pours a bowl of unappetizing dog food into my bowl.

"Sorry Tae. I don't feel like cooking." He smiles but grimaces.

Jungkook looks so defeated. White bandage on his nose, a bruised swollen face, bloodshot eyes, he looks miserable.

"Go ahead and eat. I'm gonna take a nap."

His slippers slap against the wooden floors as he sluggishly walks upstairs to his room.

And that's how it's been going for the past two days. Jungkook only leaves his room to feed me. He sleeps all day and stays up all night, crying.

Not only am I bored, I'm tired of seeing him so broken and hurt.

Last night, he got a call from his parents. Instead of asking if he's okay, they yell at him for getting injured. Saying the hospital bill was too high.

Watching him sleep now, he looks so miserable. He doesn't deserve to be treated like that. The people around him remind me of the snakes in the great river Styx, always pulling you down when you want to get back up.

I can't believe I'm thinking like this but, if I were in my human form, I'd treat him better than the rest. I'd let him cry on my shoulders, I'll cheer him up when he's sad; his soul is too sweet to rot.

As he sleeps, a tear rolls down his cheek. He hugs his pillow as a flow of tears roll from his closed eyes.

I can't watch him anymore. The smell of the salty tears is unbearable.

I run downstairs to my dog bed and cuddle up in the warm cozy bed. I hope Jungkook will come out of his room soon, I'm bored.

And I hope he stops crying because the saltiness is irritating my nose.

Eventually, after ranting in my head, I fall asleep.

Jungkook just needs some lovin:(
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