To The Edge Of The Sky| VMinKook

Chapter 7

Taehyung pov

"No one speaks of today," Taehyung warned his friends as they made their way to his house, the tension in his voice evident. He glanced at each of them, his expression serious. "But Tae, you have to let your hyung know what happened and what that man-wolf said—" One of them began to protest, but he cut them off swiftly. "No! If they knew, they would worry, and I can't have that because you all know what happens then." The weight of his plea hung in the air. "Please, for me, don't tell. I promise I will when the right time comes." His eyes searched theirs for understanding, and reluctantly, they nodded in agreement, feeling they had no other choice.

Suddenly, a loud scream erupted from the house, shattering the heavy mood and making Taehyung spring into action. His heart racing as he dashed inside, he demanded, "Who is awake?" He skidded to a halt when Chanyeol stepped into his path, blocking his way.

"The boy, he's awake," Chanyeol answered, his voice a mix of excitement and concern. The other older members of their group gathered in the hallway, their faces a mixture of relief and anticipation.

"It's about time," Kai muttered, rolling his eyes as he strode purposefully toward the end of the corridor, eager to see the boy in such a deep slumber.

Taehyung bit his lip nervously, his mind racing with thoughts and fears as he followed his hyungs into the room. Each step felt heavy with the uncertainty of what lay ahead. The atmosphere was thick with apprehension, but underneath it all, there was a flicker of hope that perhaps everything would be alright.

Jungkook pov

The throbbing pain in my head causes me to groan involuntarily, a low sound of discomfort that escapes my lips as I attempt to sit up. A sharp pang shoots through my back, making the effort seem monumental. Just as I start to rise, an older man steps forward with a look of concern etched on his face. "Don't move, young man," he cautions gently, placing a firm but caring hand on my shoulder to guide me back down. "Your stretches will come undone."

Confused, I furrow my brow and ask, "Stretches? What do you mean?" 

With a nod of understanding, the elderly man patiently explains, "Yes, twelve specific stretches targeting your back. It's torn in the middle, and moving too much could make it worse." His steady and reassuring voice is a stark contrast to the sharp pain radiating through my body. As I settle back onto the soft surface beneath me, I can't help but feel a mix of confusion and concern about what lies ahead in my recovery.

"What transpired?" I ask, my voice hoarse and strained. The haze in my mind is thick, obscuring any semblance of recollection regarding the catastrophic event that could have led to such extensive damage. 

"I am uncertain; Taehyung discovered you in an abandoned forest," a familiar voice responds, clarity cutting through the fog of confusion. The mention of this name sends a strange jolt through me. "He mentioned that your body was involved in a fire." 

My ears tingle at the sound of his name, and I'm flooded with a mix of alarm and curiosity. "Taehyung? Who is that?" I inquire as the door swings open, and several men enter the dimly lit room. 

"You have finally awakened," announces Luhan, his face breaking into a broad, welcoming smile; the confidence radiating from him is almost comforting in this haze of uncertainty. 

"We can all observe that," Kris interjects dryly, rolling his eyes in an exaggerated manner. His demeanor is sharp and critical, which only adds to the feeling of chaos in the room.

A flurry of questions ensues: "What is your name? Where do you originate from? Why were you in the abandoned forest? " Kyungsoo's rapid-fire queries are abruptly halted by a chuckle from Kai, who gestures at me to calm down.