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FOURTEEN/

"seasons change and our love went cold."

by the time taehyung woke up, he found himself sitting on one of the hospital's metal seats, the nightsuit still wet and sticky but the towel around his shoulders provided him enough warmth.

red and puffy eyed jimin was sitting beside him, sniffling and rubbing a hand on the trueblood's back. yoongi was leaning against the opposite wall, looking down. namjoon was sitting in front of him, comforting joonwoo who was still crying. seokjin was talking to taewon who was eyeing the emergency room with anticipation and nervousness.

taehyung felt his heart clench.

the huge grey clock featured ten minutes to three.

"go back to sleep, tae." the smooth voice of jimin whispered in his ear as the ravenette laid his head on the beta's shoulders. 

"i can't, jimin." taehyung said, voice low. the amount of pain he felt, the amount of guilt. it was like never before. so numb. he could hardly feel jimin's hand stroking his hair, massaging his scalp.

"if i was a bit early. he wouldn't have been in this position." he mumbled, eyes blank, staring at the linoleum floor.

joonwoo snapped his head up.

"no, taehyung. don't you dare blame yourself. you saved my son. i-i don't even know how to thank y-" the old man broke down again, shoulders shaking as namjoon patted his back, reassuringly.

taehyung opened his mouth to retort when the door of emergency room opened and the room opened and the doctor stepped out, everyone stood up including taehyung, the towel falling from his shoulders.

"nothing to worry about he's alright now despite the fact his injuries were quite major. a few ribs got broken, a slight crack on his nose and, i suppose, he was hit by something hard at the back of his head, i've cleaned the wound up and bandaged it up. he will be released within a week." the doctor smiled, rubbing joonwoo's shoulders.

"thank you so much, korain. i don't-"

"no no its fine. you can go and visit him now. but three at a time." 

the doctor bade farewell to joonwoo before striding down the hall.

taewon, joonwoo and jimin went first, leaving the others.

a few hours everyone had left the hospital, taewon had driven both jimin and a composed joonwoo back home, yoongi had left soon after seeing jeongguk and so had namjoon and seokjin, after asking whether they would wait for taehyung, which he politely declined.

taehyung was still in a shock, and he glanced at the reflection on the glassy wall in front.

he looked ghastly.

hair disheveled. eyes slightly red and cheeks embossed with the chair's tiny holes.

he stood up and went inside the younger's room.

it was one hell of a spacious cabin with plain white walls, and a glass sliding door separating the patient from a couple of plush sofas and a coffee table, smooth wooden floors and a huge flatscreen television. 

just behind the glass door was jeongguk, his head wrapped in a white bandage, face puffed and wearing plain hospital clothes, covers drawn. 

"hey." 

jeongguk slowly looked at the elder, who approached him, leaning slightly towards his face, hands on the metal bed guard. 

"how are you feeling?"

taehyung's voice was so soft, worried eyes searching the younger's face.

jeongguk felt his face flush.

"fine." he muttered, a sharp pain shooting up again, him wincing in the process.

"you don't have to speak if it hurts. take rest."

jeongguk nodded, his head throbbing with pain. heck, his entire body was aching but the paracetamol was yet to act.

taehyung turned to leave the room when suddenly he felt a hand grip his, tightly. shoots of sparks ran through his arm, his entire body tingling, blood rushing through his veins. 

"stay." jeongguk croaked out. taehyung gulped and looked at the younger, his once bright eyes, dull and wearisome. he felt another pang in his chest. he sat down on the chair facing the bed, his hand still clutched by the other.

"i'm not going anywhere." taehyung smiled. jeongguk smiled back slightly, blank eyes gazing at him.

"it h-hurts. a lot." he whispered, big brown eyes shining with the onset of tears, the smile still on his lips. 

jeongguk felt like he would combust when taehyung placed his free hand on his own, rubbing the younger's slightly smaller hands between his large ones.

"everything will be alright, jeongguk. go to sleep." taehyung whispered, voice like an irresistible lullaby, his lips grazing jeongguk's trapped hand.

the alpha slowly felt his eyelids feel heavy, a familiar ravenette looming in his mind.

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[a/n]

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okay, but listening to someone you loved by lewis capaldi was SUCH a bad idea. i am in tears lol.

anyways, taekookers, after watching taehyung's post on twt i died.

i dunno how i am still living oof.

anyways i hope you liked the chapter heh.

lots of love.

cassandra.