'Inevitable' Taekook Fanfiction

Chapter Seven

Min Yoongi's Point Of View

The past three hours were probably the longest three hours of my life. What if the staff noona's caught Taehyung choking on blood and flowers? What if he was in so much pain and no one was there to console him? What if he passed out and Noona thought he had just fell asleep? Is he being taken care of well?

As soon as our practice was over I sprinted out of the room and headed straight to where Taehyung was, not taking notice of my jelly-like legs and dry throat. I heard the others come out a minute later, but they didn't know what I knew, otherwise they would have been as fast as me.

"N-Noona...How he is?" I asked out of breath still from dancing. Noona's head lifted up to me and she gave a small smile. She patted the spot next to her.

"Taehyungie is okay, he fell asleep a little while ago, I suggest you move him to the van slowly and carefully so he doesn't wake up. You said he was overworked and tired so try not to wake him okay?" I gave her a nod in reply bowing deeply in appreciation for looking after him.

 I picked Taehyung up, one hand around his shoulders and the other under his knees. My mind was still racing from earlier. I wasn't sure if Tae had actually fallen asleep or gone into a state of unconsciousness. 

I just hoped he didn't slip into a coma because that mean that I had to find another lie to tell the members, staff and company or I would have to tell the whole and complete truth which would one; go against Taehyung's wishes and two; ruin BTS' relationship. 

I carried him out and into the van, still wrapped up in my own thoughts that I didn't notice the others were following behind me trying to get me out of my own head. When I did get out of my thoughts though, I told them what Noona had told me, that he had fallen asleep. 

If he did actually go into a coma, technically it wouldn't be lying right? It is just like sleeping. Throughout the whole ride back to the dorm I kept an eye on Taehyung, we had been placed in the back again, it wasn't put up for discussion, they just knew that we were the closest.

When we arrived at the dorm I, again, carried Taehyung bridal style to his bedroom. I sat on the other side of his bed and waited for him to wake up.

>Half an hour later<

Jin came into the room carrying a tray which held a glass of water and a bowl of soup. He placed the tray on his bedside table before kneeling down next to Taehyung feeling his forehead with the back of his hand.

"He isn't sick is he Yoongi?" Jin asked looking at me. Jin hasn't noticed has he? Well he is really observant. 

"I don't know Jin, why do you ask?" I continued to observe Jin as he checked Taehyung over.

"Well he hasn't been eating properly in the recent months. Just look at how skinny he's gotten!! He sleeps so much nowadays but is still always so tired. His face looks like it's sinking... he just looks so fragile!" I heard Jin's voice start to waver and I felt so bad for him.

"He would tell us, wouldn't he Yoongi? Tae would tell us if there was anything wrong right?" I think I almost broke down crying after what he said. I knew all of the members care for and love Taehyung and I know they would want to know if anything was wrong with Taehyung. But I just can't. Everything would fall apart if they knew.

I don't even know exactly how long he has left to live. It is almost the two month mark and I pray that Taehyung will last to then and further onto 3, 4, 5, 6 months even. But to see what happened today dulls my hope. 

Tae gets weaker and weaker as the days past. The flower growing inside of his lungs is slowly taking control of him. Even now if you listen to Taehyung's breath as he inhales and exhales, it doesn't sound normal. He is struggling so much. I realised I would have to go out to dinner soon, everyone would get suspicious by how worried I was over Taehyung 'sleeping'. 

I could tell he wasn't sleeping though, after so many of our napping sessions I notice how he always curls into a ball, his knees tucked to his chest, his fingers clutched onto a blanket or whatever was keeping him warm at the time. 

Right now he is lying like a corpse, arms straight by his sides, his legs stiff and straight as well. His partly sunken face and pale complexion made him look like he was already dead. That thought alone sent shivers down my spine as I departed his room, hoping he would wake up soon.

"Hey Yoongi hyung sit here" I heard an irritating voice say as I entered the dining room. My head turned to be faced with Jungkook. Actually everyone was already there seated, but my eyes zeroed in on him. There were two spare seats, one next to Jungkook and one next to Hoseok.

I sat down next to Hoseok waving off Jungkook's hurt face.

"It's been a big day, I'm sleepy and this seat was closer" I was truthful to my words when I said the seat next to Hoseok was closer but I also didn't want to sit next to the person who was making Taehyungie's life absolute hell.Everyone seemed to laugh at my explanation so I didn't think anymore of it.

As we all started eating, there was an eerie silence. It was so quiet and unnatural without Taehyung. Would it be like this everyday after his death? I hoped he woke up soon so I didn't continue to fill myself with more dread and fear for whenever those days would come. 

>Time skip<

It was currently 12:43am and I was sat cross-legged next to Taehyung on the bed. I had his hands in my own as I continued to wake for when he would wake. Truth be told, I was really scared. The fear I've been feeling is starting to become overwhelming. I don't know how much longer I can take before I break down into a fit of tears.

I let my head fall to stare mindlessly into my lap squeezing my eyes shut wishing the tears welling up in my eyes to go away. I usually hate getting emotional but at this point in time O gave up realising that it was pointless.

I jumped as I heard a noise coming from the hallway.

"Jesus Taehyung, what the hell are you doing to me, making me cry and jump at the littlest noises. Maybe if you woke up I could try and talk some sense into you, key word being try of course" I muttered quietly as I started tracing the lines on Taehyung's fingers.

"That tickles hyung" I froze, Taehyung? My head snapped up and I saw Taehyung's eyes opened, he was awake. His voice was quiet and raspy but still the normal deep tone that he was born with.

"Thank god you're awake, I was so worried Tae. You collapsed in the middle of dance practice and now it's like 1am. Part of me thought you would never wake up, if you didn't I would never have gotten to say goodbye..."I didn't realise the tears streaming down my face until Taehyung pulled his hand away from mine and wiped them away.

"Don't cry hyung. I'm still alive, don't worry okay, I'm alright" Taehyung gave me , what was supposed to be, an enthusiastic smile but it looked so exhausted and weak. When I looked into his eyes I knew he didn't even believe the words that came out of his mouth. I let out a sigh and pulled him into a tight hug, maybe it was to stop him seeing me cry or maybe it was make me know that his heart was beating and this wasn't a dream. 

"Taehyung, I always worry"