• Take My Hand • | A Taekook fiction|

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Narrator's POV

Blurry white was what he first saw through his barely open eyelids. It felt as though bright light engulfed him in a rather chilly embrace, a juxtaposition to the warmth of the light's white. He thought he had reached the afterlife and was about to join his grandparents once and for all.

That was until he sensed the familiar rhythmic, monotonous beeps and the gentle bite of cold air on his skin.

It took a good while for him to register the presence of not only the thin, scratchy fabric— which did its job of keeping him warm rather poorly— but also the presence of two familiar faces. One of them seemed to have noticed the fluttering motion of his lids and twitching cold fingertips, and it didn't take long for him to hear a familiar deep voice calling for someone; sounding quite urgent and excited, almost.

One moment he felt comfortable. The next he felt drained; heavy. As if there was something pulling him down into a dark void once again. Lacking the strength or energy to oppose it, he succumbed to it.

And so, with a glimpse of figures in white coats rushing to him, he returned back to a dark, dreamless slumber.

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"How are you feeling now, Wolfie?"

It was Jimin's voice that broke the silence of the sunlit hospital room, the question being directed to V who had just finished getting some porridge into his now somewhat functional system.

Two and a half weeks had passed since that day. Two and a half weeks of him being in a comatose whilst treatment took place, and his friends being in persistent paranoia. One of them had never even come to visit. V supposed he had himself to blame for that. Of course, he was the one who–

"Wolfie?"

With a subtle jolt of his head, V looked at Jimin and stared— an attempt to focus his hazy eyes on him. "I'm alright."

Sighing at the situation at hand, the blond got up from his seat and walked towards the small table at the other side of the room, wordlessly handing over a flask of water to the ravenette who accepted it and drank some as he sat reclined back on the bed.

How many times had he been in this situation?

He took a wild guess: too many.

And this time, it was his own fault. He didn't want to think about it, but the mind wasn't always controllable, was it?

Fortunately, he didn't get lost in his gloom-ridden thoughts for too long as something else caught his attention.

"Hey baby, we have some news you might want to hear..." Seeing how he had the younger's full attention at that, Jimin continued, "they've captured them."

"...What?"

"Yeah. They've been captured. The case will be taken to a court, as far as I know. Though there's absolutely no doubt that they'll be proven guilty for everything, we do have solid proofs after all," he smiled at him as gently as he took his hand in his own, "So they'll be in prison soon, baby. You're gonna be completely safe soon!"

The latter sat there stunned, trying to process what he just heard.

They've been captured. Which meant that he didn't need to be as paranoid as before. He would be safe. Taehyung and Taesuk would be safe. It was actually going to be okay. After they'd get locked, he could duly heal with his hyungs by his side. "When's the trial?"