Taehyung is a good boy

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Consciousness returns in heavy, jagged jolts.

The first sound Jungkook hears is an annoying squeak. Then the smell. Sterile, sharp, clinical. And the light. It fills everything around him, white, blinding, penetrating his closed eyelids, burning his retinas through the thin skin.

"Here it is," he thinks with icy calm. "The light at the end."

An accident. The screech of brakes, the impact, the roll, and then—silence. He doesn't even feel pain. Only this infinity. Jungkook closes his eyes, accepting the inevitable.

But the light doesn't go away. It becomes softer, warmer, and then he hears a voice. A voice calling his name through the roaring in his ears.

— Jungkook, open your eyes, please. Can you hear me?

Jungkook forces his eyelids open. The light dances, blurs, but gradually takes shape. It's not a tunnel. It's a face. High cheekbones, full lips, frightened eyes, wet with tears.

His Taehyung is sitting on the edge of the bed, clutching Jungkook's hand in a death grip, dark circles under his eyes. He's crying. He's looking at him as if he's just come back from the dead.

He squeezes Jungkook's fingers tighter, exhales loudly, and buries his forehead into his shoulder, shaking with silent sobs.

"Fool," comes a muffled voice. "Did you think this was the end?"