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That's how they ended up; having sex in the front seat of Taehyung's car.
Jungkook breathes heavily, his nails digging into Taehyung's shoulders as he comes down from his high. His lips are parted and he lets out shaky breaths against the older's own. His eyes are tightly closed, he can barely realize what's happening around him.
A choked moan escapes his throat and he connects his lips with Taehyung's right away, his hands finding their way up the man's neck, straight to his hair.
He can feel Taehyung caressing the heated skin of his lower back and he thinks it couldn't be more calming.
"Happy now?" Taehyung mumbles against his lips and Jungkook grins, nodding tiredly.
"I'll cross it off my bucket list when we get home." he laughs and gets off Taehyung, landing on his original seat. He lifts his bum just the slighest bit and pulls his underwear and pants up, buckling his belt while watching his lover do the same.
"I think you're sitting on my shirt." Taehyung wonders out loud, looking at the back seat to verify the fact that the younger is actually sitting on his blouse, where they had previously thrown it.
Jungkook parts his thighs to look at the seat, "Oh, shoot, sorry," he smiles and drags it up, "Here." he hands him the piece of clothing and goes back to buttoning up his own shirt.
"I would never imagine that I'd ever get a boyfriend like you." Taehyung confesses all of a sudden, turning the engine on.
Jungkook frowns and turns to look at him, "What's that supposed to mean?" he chuckles and pulls the seatbelt over his body.
The older male shrugs, "A person that'd make me pull over in the middle of the road so that we can have sex and he can cross it off his bucket list. You're really rad." he takes a turn right, causing them both to tilt the bodies sideways.
"We've been dating only for a few weeks, you don't know me that well. That's why you're saying that." Jungkook states and runs his fingers through his hair, ruffling the locks messily.
Taehyung turns to look at him, "I know you better than you think so. You're fascinating." the sides of his lips quirk upwards and he refocuses on the road.
He hears Jungkook mumble a soft thank you and he smiles to himself, loving how real Jungkook was, unlike his past lovers.
"I think you're fascinating too."
He raises both of his eyebrows and turns his head for a split second to take a look of the younger, "You do?"
"Well yeah," Jungkook starts, "You're nothing like my best friends and family. You're so calm and gentle. Your shyness seems fascinating to me.." he elaborates carefully, playing with his fingers on his lap.
Taehyungs hums, nodding a couple times. The road is nearly empty, so he turns his head and stares at Jungkook.
He stares at the man beside him and does not keep his eyes on the road.
"Would it be weird if I said that I love you right now?" he enquires, a broad grin plastered on his face. The smile is evident on the younger's face, however as he lifts his gaze, everything seems to turn black.
"Swerve!"
Taehyung frowns.
"Taehyung, swerve!"
He turns his gaze back on the road, but the bright lights of the car heading towards them are blinding him.
What is it doing in their line, in the opposite line?
He can hear Jungkook screaming at him but it's as if he has no control of his body.
A loud crashing sound rings in his ears and suddenly he doesn't have enough air to breath.
His eyes are wide open but he can't realize what's happening. Jungkook is not screaming anymore.
He tries to move his hand to search for him but he can't move, something is blocking him.
He struggles to speak but the lack of air becomes too much to handle and just like that, he loses his consciousness.
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It's unbearably hot when he wakes up. Weird, it's only April.
His eyes flutter open slowly and while taking a good look of his surroundings his breathing speeds up.
Where is he? He cannot remember a thing.
The door bursts open and a group of people immediately walk in. They seem shocked and Taehyung doesn't know why they're freaking out.
Most importantly, he doesn't know why they're dressed up in doctor costumes.
"Kim Taehyung, can you hear me?" asks one man.
Taehyung attempts to speak up, but he can't find his voice. Weird. He nods.
"Tell his parents to come, quickly!" another woman shouts at a nurse and she sprints out the room.
The whole group fly onto him, checking the odd machines around him.
Why is he at a hospital?
"Do you remember anything, Taehyung-ssi?" the man that spoke before enquires.
Taehyung shakes his head and frowns. Why can't he speak?
Soon a nurse reaches for his neck and grabs a weird tube that Taehyung soon finds out was down his throat.
"Can you speak now?"
Taehyung coughs. His body feels sore. He looks at the ceiling and while trying to remember what has happened, he answers hoarsely, "I can't remember a thing.."
Although he does remember something. Or someone, actually.
"Where is Jungkook?"
The doctors look at him as if he's dumb and suddenly the door opens once again and his mother's voice echoes through the room.
"My baby!" she cries and runs up to him. Some nurses try to hold her back but she isn't having it. Her son is awake.
He's awake after two whole months.
"..Mom?" he says quietly. The woman sobs harder upon hearing Taehyung's voice after so long. She had lost all her hopes. She thought she would never be able to hear his voice again.
People come and go for at least three hours after that. No one answers Taehyung's questions and he is starting to get pissed off.
Once they're all gone and only his mother is left inside, he deems it the perfect timing. "What the fuck is going on.." he asks quietly, feeling incredibly weak.
The woman, places her hand on top of his and caresses it softly, "You got into a car crash.. Two months ago.." she confesses, "They wanted to let you go, they said you weren't going to wake up, but I knew," she wipes her tears away, "I knew you weren't going to give up.."
"I wasn't alone," Taehyung stares at her and gulps, "Jungkook.. Where is Jungkook?" he asks, panicking. Why isn't he with him?
"The boy that was with you?" his mother asks with a frown. Taehyung nods vigorously, having a terrible feeling.
His mother gives him an apologetic look and shakes her head.
He simply stares at her. He refuses to believe her, "Where is he?"
"Baby, he couldn't be saved.." she forms her lips into a thin line and brushes his fringe off his forehead.
Tears are already building up in Taehyung's eyes, "..He's dead?" he blinks a few times, hoping that his mother won't nod.
But she does.
"His body was crashed.. The doctors said he died instantly. You're lucky to have survived that car crash, Taehyung."
Lucky, his ass.
He doesn't care if he's lucky, he doesn't want to be lucky.
He had clearly said that he loves him and then he killed him. He's the one who caused the accident.
"I told him that I love him.." his voice is only above a whisper, "And then he died, mom.." he cries and the woman bents down to embrace him, "Why did he die mom?" he asks as if she will be able to answer his question.
"Shh, baby.. Shh.." his mother caresses his hair.
Taehyung sobs, "It's my fault.. I caused it..!"
"I think you're fascinating too."
"Would it be weird if I said that I love you right now?"
"Swerve, Taehyung, swerve!"
"It's my damn fault I took his life away.."