My Twinflame | K.TH

●Chapter Eleven

Taehyungs POV

"Taehyung...Taehyung..."

I stir in my sleep, ignoring the calls of my name as I snuggle closer to Nana.

"Taehyung! Your phone is ringing!"

I groan, annoyed as I lift my head up while opening my eyes, seeing Nana sitting on the bed with my ringing phone in her hands as she eyes me worriedly.

"Who is it?" I ask, now sitting up as I take the phone from her.

"It's yoongi...taehyung I feel like something is wrong." Suddenly I felt my stomach drop, looking at Nana immediately as she wraps her arms around her torso.

I press accept, putting the phone against my ears and what I hear makes the blood from my face drain.

"Taehyung! I need you, it hurts so bad! It's not going away!" Loud cries and groans come from the other side as yoongi screams in pain.

I instantly jump from the bed, grabbing a shirt as Nana also gets ready, she feels everything I'm feeling so her face is panicked.

"I'm on my way! Just stay on the phone." I tell him and only get a broken sob in response.

After I slid my shirt on, i grab my shoes and run out of the room with Nana beside me.

We go down the stairs since it's faster then the elevator, our heavy breathing echoing as yoongi's cries echoes from the phone.

"It's gonna be okay, hyung. We're almost there." I assure him, hearing a pained whine and sob.

My vision started to blur as tears were forming in my eyes, we were rushing to the floor Yoongi was on.

Nana grabs my hand as we rush down the stairs in hopes to calm my panicked state, smiling softly at me before opening the door to the second floor.

"What room are you in?" I ask as we come into a halt, looking at all the different room numbers.

"2...215..." he gasps out. Nana was the first to run to it, pulling me with her as she immediately finds it, opening the door.

"Yoongi?!" We look at the bed, seeing it empty.

"Yoongi?!" Nana shouts, running into the restroom, coming to a halt as a gasp leaves her mouth, "he's in here!"

I rush to the restroom, seeing Nana already grabbing yoongi from the tub filled with cold water.

"Help me, tae!" I blink, rushing to the tub as I lean down to grab yoongi's arm, wrapping it around my shoulder while we pick him up.

The water splashes into the tub and on the floor as it falls from Yoongi, leaving a trail while we drag him to the living room and lay him on the couch.

"Where are your suitcases?" Nana asks him, wrapping him in a towel. His eyes are squeezed shut as his face scrunched in pain, "T‐the clos-set..." she nods, going to the closet as she grabs him clothes.

I rest my hand against yoongi's cheek and forehead, feeling his temperature. "Fuck...you're burning up." I mutter, grabbing another towel and wetting it with cold water.

Just before I was going to pat him down with it, he lunges forward, grabbing his chest as a painfully loud groan leaves his lips followed by loud cries.

"Taehyung, What's wrong with me?! It's never gotten this bad!" I grab his shoulders, holding him from falling on the floor, his chest heaving up and down as his breathing quickens, he clenches onto his chest, a loud painful groan leaving escaping him.