Take Two - Taegi

The Accident

Thunder cracked against the young man's head, his leather shoes barely pulled on as they sloshed along the wet pavement. The crashing sound of him swinging the door shut still caused his ears to ring as he fled to his car waiting patiently at the end of the driveway.

"Damn you, Min Yoongi," he cursed to the wind that dishevelled his hair and threatened to blow his lips away.

As if it really was Min Yoongi's fault that Taehyung was in this situation. As if it was ever a crime to love. And storming out of the house was a rather dramatic solution to Kim's problem.

He grasped tightly at his baggy outfit combination, wishing they would more easily fasten themselves to his, now drenched, body. With a wince towards the rain and a slight jolt upright as lightning raged close by, Taehyung pressed the key to unlock his car sharply.

Still clasping to hold his cardigan together, Tae now used his other hand to shield his eyes from the rain. Finally, he reached the sleek car and opened the driver side's door with a comforting click.

He finally let out a sob as the wind considerately slammed the car door closed for him. Sure, there had been this nipping at his heels for a while now. And sure, a flowery scent seemed to dance around Yoongi whenever the two would spend time together. But it was easily ignored until today. Taehyung had never been in love, nor had he ever felt the desire to be. And the fact that Yoongi aspired to change that. Well, it scared Taehyung in a way that could only be outwardly demonstrated as anger.

With one sharp but swift movement, his keys were thrusted into the ignition, and the ignition had been turned. The boy, his vision now blurry from a mixture of tears; rain; and hair, stomped his foot onto the accelerator with every power his body could summon.

"Damn you, Min Yoongi!" he cried.

Torrential rain flooded the streets, picking up the greasiest of oil spills and cleaning off the slippery signs that painted roads as it continued its rampage.

"Damn you!" he growled.

Taehyung rapidly turned the steering wheel, at a speed far too fast for his car to comprehend.

"Fuck you!" he screamed.

The car's front wheels tried with all their might to keep up with the rapid rate at which Taehyung turned his car, but his steering proved too much to handle. The car caught itself on a slimy concoction of oil and rain water, losing its grip and beginning to spin.

"Go to hell, Min Yoo-"

A calming silence slowly marched its way around the car as the concussed didn't man's ears began to ring even louder than they previously had. Eventually, everything went dark. And Taehyung soon drifted off.

-

A rhythmic rustle flourished its way from Jimin's pants and through the room as his leg anxiously bounced, creating a juxtaposing rhythm amongst the quiet of a hospital waiting area. Jin rubbed a caring hand up and down the back of the younger member's, disgustingly scented and stained after barely leaving the hospital, white shirt.

"He's going to wake up," the older member soothed, "Any day now."

Jimin fiddled with the perfectly shaped ends of his nails, fighting the urge to slowly but surely nibble them all the way off.

"Don't you start biting your nails again," Jin caught the pain in Jimin's eyes, his voice more firm this time, though still each word seemed to flow in one ear and out the other for Jimin, "I'm worried too, but there's no use digging up old habits."