𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 [DISCONTINUED]

chapter thirty four

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"Rest, Hyung."

"That fucking rookie of a doctor almost ripped my arm off." Yoongi scoffs. "But I'm glad I still have it." He weakly chuckled.

Yoongi lied down on his big ass bed that his father have given him, having an broken arm on his chest as the scrapes and bruises were patched up and slowly healing. He did fuck up his leg too, having a big cut on his right leg. Taehyung had to wait for sure. Namjoon is keeping his attention on his Hyung at all times.

"Do you need anything else?" Namjoon politely asked. "I got everything you needed..I think. Some water, pain killers, snacks you like, uhh..."

"Joon." Yoongi quietly spoke. "I'm okay. Go on and go." He uses his free hand to tap on the boy's arm to leave. "I'll be alright."

"I'm not leaving." The younger softly spoke. "If I lost you, I don't know what I would do. I don't want to lose my best friend. Not now."

"You won't." The older softly smiles. "I'm not gone yet."

"Hyung..."

Yoongi started to suddenly cough, lifting up his hand to cover his mouth. Namjoon quickly got up from the edge of the bed and grabbed a tissue and jogged back over to his Hyung. Yoongi has gotten a bad cough since he was able to go home for some odd reason which concerned Hoseok and Namjoon.

Yoongi was only stuck in the hospital for two weeks because for some reason, the hospital was really busy, almost stock up. Namjoon was pissed but Yoongi got him to calm down because he thought it shouldn't matter. He still went to the hospital.

The bad thing is..Yoongi was afraid to say what actually happened to him so he lied. He didn't bring up mafias or anything, he just go into a "bad accident". Namjoon wasn't really happy that he lied but he's glad he got treatment.

Namjoon lifted up the tissue to Yoongi's mouth, letting him cough in the tissue instead of his hand. The older closes his eyes tight as he continues to cough, which made Namjoon help him to sit up, rubbing his back.

"Hyung, your coughs are getting worse." Namjoon worried as the older stopped coughing, lowering the tissue down.

"I know." Yoongi swallowed hard. "It'll just stay here for a couple of weeks."

"Where did your coughing come from?"

"I was their old cigarette butts to unlit them. They used that technique for torture." He slightly explained.

Namjoon knitted his brows. "Where?"

"My throat." He mumbled. "My tongue too."

"Wh-What!?" The younger widen his eyes. "What the fuck is wrong with them!?"

"They're mafias, Joon." He rolled his eyes. "It's what they do."

Namjoon sighed angrily.

Wet dream.

Taehyung suddenly got a wet dream and he doesn't know why—well..he's asleep, so it just randomly appeared while he's sleeping. He held tight on his body pillow, hips moving on the pillow, dripped in sweat while he does so.

He's glad he's alone, having nails digging into his pillow, quietly moaning into it too. The feeling of his hands roaming through my body as his tongue licks my lips, hands sliding to my inner thigh—

Taehyung suddenly opened his eyes, breathing heavily. He fluttered his eyes a bunch of times as he sat up and saw a tent in his boxers, groaning in annoyance. He lift his hand up to his forehead and wiped his sweat off, gulping hard.

I dreamt of him. I'm such an idiot. Taehyung grabbed the edge of his shirt to take it off, throwing it to the side. "Fuck..."

He looked over on the nightstand and stared at his phone. Is he busy..or awake? Taehyung knitted his brows, slicking his hair back.
When he was about to grab his phone, it started to buzz. The boy fluttered his eyes, reaching over to grab his phone and looked at the screen.

" Joon: can i come over? "

Taehyung fluttered his eyes. He texted instead of calling. He got confused, sliding to the messages to text back. It's almost twelve, extremely close to midnight. He must be upset of some sort.

" KTH: r u ok? "

" Joon: no "

Taehyung frowned.

" KTH: come over then "

" Joon: thanks "

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