𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 [DISCONTINUED]

chapter fifteen

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Namjoon caressed Taehyung's wounded thigh, letting the younger peacefully sleep.

Namjoon couldn't sleep. He just watched the boy's breathing, seeing his chest slowly rise up and down, having smalls squeaks while he breathes through his nose. Taehyung was comfortable, having his head resting down on the older's chest, his hand numb on Namjoon's stomach. They were both still in the corner of the bed, the older's back is still on the wall.

Namjoon stopped caressing the boy's wounded thigh, sliding his hand up to Taehyung's hair, running his fingers though the boy's black locks. The younger softly smiled when he felt himself being petted, his hand slowly sliding to his chest. Namjoon couldn't help to smile too, continuing to caress his hair.

The door suddenly opened, making the older lift his head up from resting it on the wall. He widen his eyes, forgetting that it's Jeongguk that left. He didn't know what to do. Taehyung seemed so comfortable so he didn't want to move.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Jeongguk isn't a fan of me. What do I do!? Namjoon was panicking, looking down at Taehyung, then looking at the shadow. Pretend to sleep! He thought and quickly closed his eyes, resting his head back down.

When Jeongguk turned the corner where the bed was, he fluttered his eyes when he saw the two males cuddling. Oh. When did Namjoon get here? He got confused, putting the bag down that he's holding.

"At least Taehyung's sleeping." Jeongguk whispered to himself, sighing softly.

Namjoon mentally sighed in relief, glad that the youngest didn't get pissy because he's here. He fluttered his eyes open, looking down at Taehyung which is still sleeping peacefully. He moved his hand back to the boy's thigh, carefully caressing his spot.

Taehyung made a movement, hiding his face in the older's neck which made him stiff, feeling a pair of lips just resting down on his neck. Namjoon just softly sighed, continuing to caress the boy's thigh.

A few minutes later, the younger groaned, slowly fluttering is eyes open and lifting his head up from Namjoon's chest. Turns out, the older actually fell asleep, finally relaxing.

Taehyung couldn't help to stare at the older's face. He easily saw the details on the male's skin, some tiny scars on there from probably as a child. He slowly lifted his hand up to the side of the older's face, feeling his soft skin.

His wound started to hurt once he moved, he accidentally grabbed Namjoon's shoulder tight, whining badly and trying not to be loud for being in pain. Taehyung wanted to wake up the older because of it.

"O-Ow."

Namjoon fluttered his eyes open, feeling a strong grip on his shoulder to see the younger almost in tears. "Tae? Tae, what's wrong?"

"I-It really h-hurts." Taehyung weakly whined, his grip getting more tighter on the male's shoulder, his other hand placed on his thigh.

Namjoon quickly go off of the bed, moving the blanket off of the younger to see the wound. He saw the blood bleeding through his bandage, seeing blood appear on Taehyung's hand.

"You're bleeding through."

"G-Get me to the bathroom."

Namjoon gulped hard, putting his arm around Taehyung's back and carefully put his hand under the younger's back of his knees.

"Ow, f-fuck that hurts."

"Sorry." Namjoon carefully picked him up from the bed. "Where's your bathroom?"

"O-Over there." He pointed where it is and Namjoon nodded, walking over to it.

Namjoon pushed the bathroom door open, carefully and quickly putting the boy down in the bathtub. He carefully lifted Taehyung's leg boxers, slowly taking off the bloody bandage. Taehyung couldn't help to blush of how close Namjoon's fingers were close to his crotch.

"Where's your bandages?"

"Beside the sink." He pointed out, having a grip on the tub. "Th-There should be plenty."

Namjoon nodded and went towards the cabinet, opening it up. He grabbed the bandages and went back towards the younger, opening up the bandages.

"Careful, careful." Taehyung bit his bottom lip. "My appa's pretty good a shooting—" He immediately covered his mouth.

Namjoon knitted his brows, stopping. "Your appa?"

"F-Forget it." The younger looked away.

"Your appa shot—"

"Forget it, Namjoon!" Taehyung yelled, looking at him. "I-It doesn't matter right now."

Namjoon curled his brows, slightly biting his bottom lip. He grabbed the older's thigh carefully, starting to wrap the bandage around his thigh which made the younger quietly hiss.

"Th-The bullet wound is out." Taehyung slightly hissed, griping on Namjoon's arm. "I should have less pain but—ow ow, careful."

"Sorry. I'm trying to be careful."

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