Hound of God//Taekook (editing)

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DISCLAIMER! This is not my story. This story belongs to darkixie. somehowsane and me converted it to Taekook.

Hope you enjoy!

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Dust drifted in and out of the rays of light peering through the small opening at the top of the cave, the light having changed from a warm yellow to a now cool blue as the moon rose in the night sky. Every inch of Taehyung's exposed skin shivered uncontrollably, as puffs of air escaped his blue lips, the rest of his submerged body numb, swaying in the rippling water around him. He had been in the cave for a few hours, listening out for the paws that had padded by earlier but hadn't been heard from for the last hour.

Taehyung knew he had to move otherwise he'd get sick, if he wasn't already. He'd decided to wait it out like this, going over and over in his mind what had happened that day and what he was going to do. His mind kept coming up with different ideas, different plans as to what he could do, but each time his plans would always end up at the same point; answers. He needed answers and to get those answers he could either get them out of Hoseok, get the black witch to talk or find out what Minho had found out from the pack he visited.

Taehyung knew the easiest way was to find Jungkook and talk with him and his pack, but they'd be with Namjoon more than likely and Taehyung still didn't know how Namjoon felt about the truth he'd probably learnt today. But Taehyung had already told himself over and over again, and apologised to his mother over and over again, that he wasn't going to hide anymore. So whatever Namjoon thought of him, he was going, and he'd deal with the consequences when he got there.

Pressing numb, blue tipped hands flat on the ledge, Taehyung agonizingly lifting his dead weighted body out of the water and slumped down on the cold rock floor, catching his breath and waiting to feel something in his legs. He hissed as he twisted his feet about, slowly bending his knees to help force some feeling back into his joints. Carefully, he pulled himself onto all four, water running off him in streams, his short sleeved white shirt now clinging to his back and chest, almost transparent, while his skinny jeans stuck to his legs, his whole body convulsing in shivers.

His teeth chattered, his lips trembled and his breath came out in hitched gasps as he reached a hand up to grasp a wall, digging his nails into a small crevice and pulling his body up onto his feet with a pained cry. Counting down from ten, Taehyung took deep breaths to try and calm himself, closing his eyes as he counted, then, as he reached ten, he opened his eyes and pushed his tired body off the wall, taking a first step towards the tunnel out of the cave.

His hand stayed planted on the wall, taking one shaky step after another, his knees buckling from time to time, the sensations in his legs still not back completely and feet too cold to be anything but numb, making it hard to navigate over the peddles and rocks on the ground. As darkness gave out to the small amount of light from the moon in the tunnel the breeze caught Taehyung, and he felt faint, the chill freezing his bone, making it hard to breathe. He wrapped one bare arm around his stomach to hold in what warmth he had.

After an agonising tumble to the entrance, he leant his body against the hilly surround, eyes darting everywhere, passed his clouded breath, into the darkness. He tried to sniff out anything but his nose was already blocked from the cold, only allowing his own faint scent to creep in. He couldn't hear anything, couldn't see anything out of the ordinary and so, he took the deepest breath he could and pushed himself back onto his feet, his eyes on the ground to stop his numb feet from tripping over roots and boulders, ditches and bumps.