𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 [DISCONTINUED]

chapter seventy five

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Namjoon slowly fluttered his eyes open, quickly seeing a bright light.

Taehyung turned his head and immediately got up on his feet from sitting on the chair, bending down to his boyfriend and carefully placing a hand on the side of the older's face. "Joonie."

Namjoon knitted his brows, shakily lifting his hand up to see that he has an IV in his arm and in his hand. He lowered his hand back down. He noticed that Taehyung didn't look like he hasn't slept. How long has he been out?

"What..what happened..?" Namjoon weakly spoke up, clearing his throat a bit.

"You..you didn't wake up and..y-you've been passed out for a day." The younger softly pet his hair. "You scared me."

Namjoon sighed, lifting his not IV hand and placed his hand on the side of his face. "I'm sorry..." He frowned. "I don't mean for it to happen again..."

"Th-This happened before?" Taehyung curled his brows.

"Mm. Last time it was eighteen hours. I didn't know I could do a whole day." He scoffed, chuckling a bit.

Taehyung continued to caress his hair. "I thought you died." He whispered.

"Didn't you hear me, baby? I'm a man of steel and I can't die..man, I think the drugs got to me." Namjoon started to giggle.

"Taehyung."

Taehyung fluttered his eyes and turned around to look at the male that walked in, which was Yoongi. He looked like he hasn't slept either, having his arms crossed. Taehyung had to wake him up when the incident happened so he already knows about it.

"He's on drugs." Yoongi spoke up. "He'll be a little wonky because they gave him hard drugs to keep him awake. The doctor just told me."

Taehyung nodded. "Thanks."

"Awwh, that reminds me of something." Namjoon smiled, giggling and looking at his boyfriend. "When you got shot in the thigh..you had to get on hard drugs. Jeongguk didn't trust me that well that time... You're still colorblind, aren't you?"

Taehyung scoffed, rolling his eyes and softly chuckling at him. "Yes. I'm still colorblind."

"Wait, you've been colorblind this whole time?" Yoongi curled his brows, walking over to the other chair and sat down.

Taehyung nervously sat down on his chair, putting his hand on his boyfriend's hand. It doesn't have to be personal anymore. "Uh..yeah. I'm colorblind."

"How bad is it?"

"Old TV type of blind." Taehyung shrugged. "I always had to ask Jeongguk what the colors were in school. It was horrible." He sighed. "I didn't want anyone to know. Only Jeongguk and Jimin knew at those times. Namjoon found out by when I had to get on drugs like he is right now."

"I'm..I'm surprised. I never knew you were."

"I try my best not to mention it." Taehyung caressed his boyfriend's hand, sighing softly. "It's not really important either. It's just a different type of eyesight."

Then Yoongi noticed something. "How come you acting differently?"

Taehyung knitted his brows. "Wh-What do you mean?"

"You..never really talked to us and just gave us glares. During that stupid party Jimin made me host, you just looked at me and glared. Jeongguk smiled and Jimin was thankful. Last time, when Joon got hurt, you just bowed at me and walked in to his room."

Taehyung lowered his head. "I'm different now. My father made me worse but I risked my life to save Jeongguk. If that never happened, Namjoon was the only person that changed me and I wouldn't kill that much like I did..." He softly spoke. "I'm still trying to changed since I was..rude to Jimin."

"I understand." Yoongi nodded. "I'm glad you are or I'll be seeing you a different way..meaning some type of hate."

"Taehyungie..." Namjoon started to whine.

Taehyung turned his head to him and went up on his feet. "Yes? What's wrong, hon? Are you having pain?"

"Pain in my heart..." Namjoon frowned, pointing at his chest.

Taehyung curled his brows as Yoongi went on his feet too. "What do you mean?" He softly placed his hand on the male's head, petting his hair.

"My heart..it's broken." He mumbled, looking at the window. "My parents left me ten years ago... My parents think that I'm a mistake and gave up on me at fourteen." Namjoon slowly curled his brows, looking like he's about to tear up. "I wanted to die but I couldn't because of Yoonie-Hyung."

Yoongi curled his brows. Yoonie-Hyung... He used to call me that. He slowly looked at Taehyung and noticed that the boy was getting emotional too. Now, he wonders if Taehyung has been in the same state at him.

"Do you have parents?" Yoongi couldn't help to speak up.

Taehyung looked at him. "What?"

"Did..your parents abandon you?"

Taehyung slightly fluttered his eyes, looking back at the male on the bad that's looking out the window with a teary smile. "I was conceived in a black out. My Umma tried to take care of me but gave up when I was a month old. I've been growing up in an orphanage." He explained.

"No wonder you guys can get along..."

Taehyung sadly scoffed. "Yeah..both grew up shitty."

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