My eyelids felt heavy. The bitter sensation of concrete could be felt on my bare skin along with the irritating ache in my lower abdomen. All my memories snapped back into their positions, shooting up in an up right position- regretting it immediately afterwards. The iconic room. The room where I came across V, the room where I was helping Taehyung in controlling his behaviour; and now the room which held his lifeless body, sprawled across the pavement. Bandages wrapped around his lower abdomen -like mine- stained in crimson red blood. His face was pale, despite the dark rings which sat below his eyes. My heart skipped multiple beats in concern that I'd lost him, yet quickly recovering once I noticed his chest raising slowly as he took steady breaths.
"Taehyung." My unstable voice whispered, cracking with emotion whilst my eyes scanned his fragile position.
I attempted to uncomfortably crawl over to him, latching my hand onto my wound as I did so. Once successful, I gently lifted Taehyung up to lean on my left side, avoiding my sore as well as his own too. My hands snakes themselves around his chest, my actions caused him to stir, mumbling as he did so. My fingers ran through his hair, sighing. The pain I was feeling was sure going to affect him too, however he'd be able to deal with it better than me. But the fact he'd be suffering from it too, broke my heart.
"That feels relaxing."
All my muscles instantly relaxed once hearing his voice. Croaky, weak and rough, yet so pleasing to the ears. I sighed again in relief, quickening the pace gradually as my hands continued their massage.
"Ah, shit. That hurts more than I thought it would." Taehyung groaned, relocating his hand to the wound on his left- leaning his head back eyes meeting with mine. His eyes suddenly softened, his eyes deepening their gaze as they analysed my exhausted features. "You're okay right?" He removed his hand from the blood soaked bandage, lifting it to collect mine into his grip and resting it on his chest. His thumb tenderly patterned across my palm soothingly.
I let out an airy chuckle, smiling down at his easeful expression. "Well I'm alive." A boxy grin developed as Taehyung tightened his grip on my hand- cutely giggling along with me.
"Damn, I thought he would've got rid of you finally."
My mouth dropped due to his words, sacking his arm in the process. "You little shit."
Taehyung comforted his arm in over exaggeration, crying out in pain as he played along with my antics. His expression became serious as he sat up and turned around to face me, eyes focused on my wound; lightly grazing his hand over the bandage.
"Really though Anna. You are okay right?"
"Honestly Taehyung, I'm fine." I cupped his cheek, which was cold and pale.
We sat contently for a brief moment, until I transported my hands to snake around his neck- pulling his frame to connect my lips to his. Taehyungs hands shaped themselves against my jaw as he motioned his lips in response; perfectly fitting in with mine.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled through the kiss, causing me to pull apart, humming in confusion.
"I did this to you."
I raised my eyebrows as my face softened, "what makes you think that Taehyung? If I didn't want it, I wouldn't have gone along with it."
He grinned, "we're just as bad as each other then?"
I nodded, displaying my cheesy smile. "And we still continue." I smirked, recalling the amount of times in which we were told that contact was prohibited.
"Seriously? They keep yelling at us but they're the ones that put us in a room together. They're asking for it." He ranted on, having a fair point.
