• Take My Hand • | A Taekook fiction|

(Chapter 26) • This is it •

Narrator's POV

The year was nearing its end, with only two months left.

And due to that, all of the boys had been busy with new projects, tests and more studying after last week's fair.

They often conducted group study sessions after classes, and will most likely continue to hold more. Jungkook and Taehyung got more comfortable with eachother, and Yoongi, Hoseok and Jimin were now officially boyfriends. The two had dragged Hoseok to a more isolated area and had asked him out officially last week, during the firework show. Everything seemed to be going well.

That was, until Yuna fell ill again the other day.

She had been cooking up some dinner for her and her grandson when all of a sudden a stinging pain spread across her chest. And Taehyung– who had been coming down from his room as he argued with V in his head about the 'gross' incident that happened with Jungkook– came running down towards his Halmoni who had collapsed on the floor.

He'd made her rest and stop cooking, and when he was about to call an ambulance, Yuna insisted that she was okay and not to call anyone, and gave somewhat believable excuses. Knowing that his Halmoni wouldn't comply with him, he'd given up and opted to take care of her and let her rest more. (And he'd taken care of the dinner that day as well, being the sweet boy he was.)

It was Saturday 4 pm, and today, they were holding another study session at Taehyung's home. Yuna was in her room, resting as she read a book. Taehyung had told her not to do anything and just rest, and that he would take care of food and everything. And he had told her to immediately call for him– through his phone if she couldn't yell– if she needed anything or felt worse.

He was terrified of something bad happening to his Halmoni. And the chest pains she had wasn't helping his anxiety at all. But he had managed to hide his stress and worry infront of his grandmother so that she wouldn't feel bad. And it seemed to work pretty well.

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He walked out of his bathroom, fresh out of the shower and changed into some loose pair of red shorts and an oversized black, long sleeved t-shirt.

He layed on his bed, arms and legs spread out, looking around his dimly lit room as he waited for his hyungs to come, thinking about the things that had happened over the last week.

'Goddangit I still love him. How am I supposed to get over him if he does things like... that??'

'I'm still mad at you for doing that gross eskimo kiss thing again and trusting him so easily after what he'd done to you.'

'Nah, you couldn't see him right? I could. He really was guilty for what he'd done. And plus, I think everyone deserves a second chance. If he messes up again, I'll consider not trusting him.'

'Ugh whatever. I just want you safe.'

'I know, Wolfie.'

'...Wolfie?'

'Yep. Can I call you that? It suits you better than V. Come on, it sounds too... Meh to me these days.'

'Oh shush, V's a cool name! ...But whatever, Wolfie's cute I guess.'

'That's cuz you're cute!'

'You're cuter. Now, wanna tell me why you wanna call me that?'

'Hmm it's cuz you're like a wolf! You're protective, caring and playful! And you're also very strong and can fight when you want to. I still remember when I woke up in the principal's office because you beat up a kid really bad!'