blue eyes white wolf | taekook

11. many people spend more time planning the wedding than they do the marriage

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His eyes reopened to darkness: a small relief to his tired body.

A look around the room didn't tell him much, but it looked official enough to be a hospital room. There were blinds on the windows, pulled down just far enough to block the sun when it would eventually rise but still high enough to tell him it had been dark for a while. There was a whiteboard he couldn't read on the wall and a TV right above it. It was neat and smelled like disinfectant, and was incredibly monochrome.

There was something stiff around his neck, and wrapped around his waist but his body was so tired he couldn't lift his arms to feel what it was. Plus, one hand was out of commission.

His gaze traveled to the side and landed on the head of messy blonde hair.

The alpha smelled like worry and sadness, and he could smell the lingering panic in the air. There were distinct frown lines around his mouth, and his brows were furrowed even while asleep. Taehyung's hold on his hand must have loosened in his sleep as well, but Jungkook narrowed his eyes in concentration as he slotted their fingers back together. His alpha had stayed with him for however long he'd been in this makeshift hospital- the least Jungkook could do was, weakly, hold his hand back. It was the least he could do for the man who'd saved his life.

"Tae..." His throat felt like sandpaper, and his voice cracked like a smoker; a repeat only got him louder, not clearer. The alpha shifted in his sleep, and Jungkook weakly squeezed his hand. " Tae ..." He tried for the third time, and Taehyung's eyes, finally, slowly blinked open. His mouth stretched into a wide yawn as he slowly leaned back into a stretch, their linked hands on the bed as he raised the other high above his head.

It took a second for him to look around to see what had woken him up, but it took less for him to lock eyes with Jungkook.

Even in the nearly nonexistent light Jungkook could see the shine in his eyes, and the hand in his shook just slightly. "Darling?" There was an edge of disbelief to his voice and the omega could only squeeze his hand again, his own voice completely shot. "Oh my god." He couldn't seem to move fast enough to throw himself in Jungkook's armed. Not that the omega was complaining.

He must have smelt awful, and he definitely hadn't brushed his teeth in at least a few days, but Taehyung didn't seem to care about any of that as he pressed kiss after desperate kiss against his lips. His own hands slowly reached up to grip his shirt, one of his own he realized. He hummed into the kiss and Taehyung let out a shuddering breath against his mouth.

" You... " There weren't tears but by the puffiness around his eyes it was only because he just didn't have any more to shed. "I almost thought you weren't going to wake up, baby." Taehyung was always firm, always sure when he spoke.  In their first meeting Jungkook had noted how emotionless he came off; even when he was nervous he was able to hold a facade of 'unbothered'. Now, his voice trembled and pitched into a worried whine as he pressed another shaky kiss to the corner of his mouth.

He eventually tried to lean back to plop back in his chair again, but Jungkook kept a surprisingly firm grip on his shirt and he hovered over him in confusion with one hand planted by his ear. A weak tug down made him frown and he shook his head.

"Baby, you're still hurt, I can't lay down with you." His lips were dry and cracked as hell but he pushed them into a sleepy pout, his eyes already heavy again from exhaustion. "You..." He said again, but then Jungkook's arms slipped back against the bed with a muffled thump and Taehyung's eyes drooped in sadness. "Okay, darling." His voice was soft in the darkness of the room, low and gentle as he slowly lowered himself onto the tiny bed.