No Rainbows | JJK, KTH.

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He kept walking and walking, until his insides and his whole body gave up on him. The sun was shining brightly, almost blinding the young boy halfway through the path. He tried to keep walking, but the next thing he knew he was already collapsing on the hard ground. Cold sweat covered his forehead as he looked around with fear in his eyes, trying to catch his long lost breath. He could feel his insides melting and acting up, and he knew it wasn't a good sign in any way possible. He leaned against his hands and tried to push his body back up, but he knew he'd fail miserably. And he did.

He laid there, clueless, already unable to move. He was trying to find someone or something that could come in handy, but that was pointless. Everything around him was squalid, and it was scalding. He was ravenous, and fear was gripping his stomach, not letting his muscles relax. He was worn out, and in a couple of seconds he passed out.

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Taehyung walked around the streets, wandering like a lost puppy and looking around with sad eyes. He was always so vivacious, his boxy smile almost never left his face. But today, it was impossible for him to be himself. His brother, the only person he could rely on, the only person he trusted, the only person he looked up to and respected... he was unconscious, and it would last for a while. The silver haired boy started walking to the place he hated the most; hospital. He believed that that place was destroying lives, it was causing everyone sadness and grief, and never let anyone relax. It ruined everything and everyone.

He walked inside, not bothering to look up and face anyone. He avoided any kind of eye contact, he wasn't in the mood to smile, or talk. He walked to the kind looking lady and looked up after a couple of seconds of mentally preparing himself. "I'm here to visit Liam" The silver haired boy said, more like whispered. His voice was barely above a whisper, and he didn't bother fix it.

The lady looked at him and nodded, asking a few questions and making him sign something Taehyung didn't care about. It took them 15 minutes to get through everything before Taehyung could go to the room he hated the most. He hated the sight. He started walking towards the room his brother was in and stood in front of the door.

Worry started building up, fear wasn't letting him relax and his mind was filled with negativity. The most idiotic thoughts crossed his mind, and it didn't stop. The boy looked down and squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head before grabbing the handle and walking in slowly. He slipped inside and closed the door behind him before he walked to the bed and sat down by it. He finally looked up, his eyes showing nothing but pain, suffering and grief. He reached out and took his brother's hand, holding it weakly and caressing it with his thumb.

His mind was telling him that everything was his fault. Only if he didn't act like a kid, only if he didn't make him go up there, this wouldn't have happened. He was trying so hard to distract himself, but at the end it was all pointless. It was perilous to open his mouth and talk, so he decided against it. Taehyung stayed silent, trying to figure out what he... felt. He had all these mixed emotions he couldn't describe or explain, and he hated every single one of them. His thoughts were just... atrocious.

He stayed there for hours, looking down at his brother and letting the tears spill. He didn't say anything, he didn't open his mouth, he just kept silent. All this had such bad consequences, but he just didn't give a single care. This was crucial, and Taehyung was worried sick. He stayed there, observing the other and thinking that his life had come to an end if Liam didn't wake up, but it was obvious that he was wrong.