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It's near noon when the young blond awakes, caramel eyes squinted and rosy lips pulled into a distasteful scowl at the intrusion of light.

Alike to when he had last awoken in the very same bed, stomach bared with a baneful wound, his wounds are terribly sore and any gesture doesn't suit well with his stitches.

The room smells heavy of chemicals and various medicinal substances, Taehyung's nose twitching lightly at the strong odor. Addition to the unpleasant smell, the excessive use of white has the boy feeling rather deprived of the world's abundant colours.

"You're awake."

Much to his surprise it is not Jimin, Jin or what he dearly wished to be Jeongguk at the door but Yoongi.

Masking the clear disappointment that wrenches at his expression, Taehyung smiles gently in an attempt to greet the mint-haired male. The ridiculous attempt of saving his lips from dropping to a rock-hard fall has the boy baring an absurd, wobbly half frown.

The elder simply offers a sheepish grin as he tucks the tips of his snow-white fingertips into the opening of his beige tracks.

"Hey."

The greeting seems much too colloquial and indifferent in such context, but the blond is grateful that none were yet to pamper him with worries and creased foreheads as calloused palms smooth at his sheets. The normality of his case was appreciated, regardless of its horrific consequences.

"H-Hi."he croaks hoarsely, fingertips flicking upwards to substitute for his pathetic reply.

If it weren't so grave, the blond would've laughed at the comical light that sudden sparks in the man's eyes as he murmurs an abashed, "Right."

Striding forward, his fingers curl around the glass that resides upon the wood of his bedside, lifting the water mid air, simply centimetres from his lips.

"Uh."he grunts timidly, tilting the glass lightly as his gaze flickers to the headdress, rose dusting the tips of his ears, "Drink?"

Feeling rather embarrassed at the intimacy the elder showcases, Taehyung finds himself pressing his lips shyly over the rim of the glass as Yoongi nudges comforting fingers to his chin, gingerly tilting the glass.

Slapping his lips together, throat now rid of it's dry spell, he casts the elder a timid smiles of appreciation, murmuring softly, "T-Thank you."

"S'all good."

And then, once again, the room is cast over by the uneasy silence that settles over their shoulders, the blond choosing to fiddle with his fingers that bared scars of vigorous scratching, than come to terms with the true extent of what he had done.

"Why do you look so scared?"

Yoongi was never known to be one for gentle pampering and affection coos of sympathy, he was indeed a rather blunt man who despised any coats of honey upon a ripe onion.

Squeaking at the sudden query that's shot at him, his fingers wrench at the snowy sheets, the heart monitor at his bedside screeching it's disapproval.

The man raises an eyebrow at the shrill sound, eyes sweeping over the boy's frame as if drilling him to spill his concerns at that very moment.

"Well?"

"W-Where's Baekhyun? And Chanyeol?"

Scoffing, his lips curl into jeering snarl, fire hissing from his coal eyes, "Are you serious? They're the reason you're here right now and why Jeongguk's fucking destroying everything and everyone out there!"

Jeongguk's doing what?

The boy seems to struggle to grasp the situation at hand, mind rather foggy from the anaesthetic that pummels at his veins as he fixes the elder with a bemused expression.

"W-What?"he squeaks meekly, afraid to stir the man's already streaming temper.

Sighing, as if rather disappointed at the younger's lack of comprehension and almost unbelievable stupidity, Yoongi merely huffs an aggravated snarl, already advancing to the exit before his fury got the best of him, "Go see him for yourself."

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When Taehyung is finally permitted to slip past the clutches of Jin's constant pampering and hawk-like supervision, he founded himself utterly bemused and rather anxious as to what was occurring when he had been knocked out.

His fellow, silver-haired male had agreed to accompany him around for the first day he was out in the free. The two males hadn't seen each other since Taehyung had fainted upon the chipped porch of the deserted house, and the blond was bubbling with queries that had pestered the blank space of his shockingly white room.

But even when a good couple of hours had passed since the two were eventually reunited, there was no way the blond could question his friend when the very man seemed to be completely and utterly distraught.

For the way the silver haired boy's eyes and hair alike seemed to be lacking the joyful glow or the way his usually plump, astonishingly pink lips were flattened into a trembling, pale line, was really rather pitiful.

Even so, Taehyung believed that the answer to all his queries could hopefully pry a smile at his friend's if he were to solve the issue at hand.

"Jiminie."he prods meekly, peering cautiously under his lashes at the elder who stares indifferently at the window of his room.

The said boy merely hums, shoulders sagging even lower - if it were even physically possible - although his body makes no move to give the blond his full attention.

Breathing in a shuddering breath, Taehyung paints comforting circles into the elder's clothed spine, lips tugged to the floor as he carefully awaits his reply, "What's happening?"

There's a short pause, the air thick with anxiety and fear of consequences, the younger's finger coming to a halt at the beginning of yet another round shape, his breath caught hostage in his throat.

"I-I don't know."he stammers, eyes wide and tearful as he turns to face the blond, bottom lip trembling as he holds back ugly sobs, "Jeongguk's just so angry, and it's terrifying Tae. I-I..everyone was so just disappointed in me, t-they wouldn't even talk to me a-and Y-Yoongi..he didn't even look at me!"

Breathing in shakily, the boy swipes messily at the undersides of his swollen eyes, "As much as I know that Baekhyun and Chanyeol didn't deserve to be killed, I w-wish that..."

Oh. The statement makes the muscles in his gut tighten considerably, throat suddenly dry as he drops his gaze from the crying male.

Who was he to rip this man from the respect of his teammates and loved ones? How clueless and inconsiderate had he been when denying Jimin from double-thinking the act of betrayal he was to commit?

"I'm sorry."the blond croaks out hoarsely, chest tightening considerably as he juts his chin upwards to stare imploringly, eyes glassy with quivering tears, "I'm really sorry Chimmy, I-I shouldn't have gotten you into this mess."

The male merely shakes his head, a soft smile gracing his lips as he rests a comforting hand to the younger's trembling shoulder, "It's n-not your fault Tae, don't be sorry."

And yet, even with elder's continuous reassurances that he wasn't livid or disgruntled with the blond, Taehyung can't seem to relax in the boy's arms that night.

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When he's sees Jeongguk for the first time in two weeks, Taehyung is given the opportunity to witness his lover - if he even was to be claimed so - in his true light.

Charcoal eyes that had once melted whenever they rested upon his fragile frame were now light with fury, narrowed as firm fingers curled at the base of a dark haired male.

"You know what I do with failures like you?"the mafia leader hisses, spit coating the expanse of the boy's cheeks, "I fuckin destroy them. I'll fuck you up to the point you'll be begging to be killed."

The blond can only watch with wide eyes, body captured by a firm grip of utmost trepidation as the hairs on his neck and arms alike rise. Every muscle in his body seems to disintegrate, heart clenching with fear as he whimpers under the man's impending glare.

Surely whatever the man had done hadn't been so terrible, scathing enough to be treated like so? The naive thought to aid the man disintegrates as soon as it is morphed into life, the said male taking notice of his appalled state through the midst of a rather painful grip around his throat.

Eyes widening to the size of saucers, the unknown man lifts a feeble finger to point astonishingly before him, in hope that the ethereal like figure would cause as a helpful distraction to the mafia leader.

And so it does, although the fingers clutched around his throat tightened even more, Jeongguk snaps his head back, lips still slathered in a hateful snarl.

"Taehyung?"he snaps, eyes squinted in confusion as he shoves the man in his hold to the ground, boot jutted threateningly at the juncture of his shoulder.

His eyes do not loose the choleric tinge of utmost wrath, though his furious manner seems to deteriorate a good part so.

Taehyung's at a loss for words, unable to comprehend his surroundings and situation but rather admire his lover, who he had not seen for days on end and had really, terrible missed.

"I..."he croaks out, mouth exceedingly dry as he swallows thickly, peering meekly underneath his lashes.

"What are you doing here?"Jeongguk snarls crudely, foot digging harder into the man below him, earning a rather loud squeal of disapproval to which he pressed even firmly.

"I thought...just wanted to see you."

He feels absolutely vulnerable and exposed, on show for the man who appears livid at his very presence as he cowers underneath his reprimanding glare.

"Get back to bed Taehyung."the raven haired male sneers, gaze sweeping back to his prey which whimpers beneath sole, "I don't want to see you."

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