Jungkоok

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

For the second week now, Taehyung had been knocking on the doors of the hospital where his husband had been taken.

Kim will remember the days that stretched out into eternity for the rest of his life, which he now didn’t even think about, having lost himself in one terribly disturbing thought.

That cold, heartless call that wrenched him from his bed was brief but deadly, like a knife stab: Chon was in the hospital. He'd been exposed to a large dose of radiation. He had a 50% chance of survival.

But today Taehyung was allowed in, and he, overjoyed, flew to his beloved, not noticing the sympathetic glances.

His heart pounded painfully, his breath tore at his chest, and tears involuntarily flowed from the man's eyes—he would no longer let his youngest go to work. He would provide for him himself, as long as his dear, sweet Guk-yi was safe.

He opens the door to the ward loudly, like a warm wind rushing in, and freezes.

The body that had once belonged to his husband could hardly be called alive: the skin seemed thinned, stretched tightly over the bones, and under the bandages that tied his head, one could see the absence of the hair that Kim loved to bury himself in.

Jungkook slowly, with effort, lifts his dry eyelids, looking at the elder with dull, dull eyes—he has nothing to say to his husband. All the younger wants is to disappear, just so Taehyung doesn't see him like this.