NOSEBLEED • rewrite

Chapter Seven

Hope

Awhile has passed since the storm broke out and it still hasn't stopped, the rain is still heavy and the deep rumbles resonating between the deep grey clouds are still loud enough for them to be mistaken as the explosions that have since stopped and been replaced with a thick black smoke that can be seen for miles

But the weather is the least of our problems. Seokjin announced the pick up is running seriously low in gas, only for Namjoon to add I the bad news with "There isn't a gas station for miles." Which of course sent the already on edge Taehyung into a bit of a frenzy. I somehow managed to calm him down with the help of Namjoons oddly calming yet slightly annoying speech on how it will be better when we reach the military base

How can he be so sure that this place exists? Sure it would be lovely if it does, but we've all seen the movies and the shows. Good things never last in the apocalypse, including everyone's sanity, I know I'm beginning to loose my damn marbles and that thought alone is enough to make my anger reach its peak for the millionth time today

"Hana? Your bleeding," Taehyung whispers. My head snaps towards him and then down to my hands, I must have been digging my nails so hard into the heel of my palm to the point of breaking the skin. I'm not surprised as it is a habit I've had since I was a child, it's not big deal though it's not like my hand is going to fall off

But Taehyung is staring like my fingers have suddenly sprout little aliens that plan on taking over the parts of the world that this virus hasn't already eaten up. I can't help but smile at his animated expressions, especially since his cheek is smushed against the plastic of the car door

"It's fine, no biggie." I shrug, but the crack in my voice betrays me and shows the anger and sadness lingering behind the wounds on my palms. Taehyung notices, a few shuffles latter and he's right beside me with his signature boxy smile brightening the whole inside of the pickup

He gently latches onto my thin wrists and pulls them towards his lap, palms facing up and slightly shaking from the pain I didn't notice before, he then digs into his inside pockets and pulls out a few small, rectangular pieces of paper

"I carry band aids because I'm friends with a bunch of clumsy idiots that don't seem to stop hurting themselves," Taehyung chuckles quietly while shooting a playful glare at the back of Namjoons head, said male glances over his shoulders at us with a small shrug while Seokjin chuckles to himself

"Guessing I'll have to keep an eye out for that one?" I raise a brow In Namjoons direction, provoking a sarcastic smile from him. I return the look, only to laugh a few seconds later when his faux salty mood falls

"I've got my eye out for him, you should keep an eye out for Jimin. . . Don't let him sit on chairs unsupervised." Seokjin almost whispers, his eyes staying glued to the rain covered road. Despite the hoarseness of his voice, his lips pull into a little smile making his cheeks become softer and rounder

Taehyung laughs, the deep rumble of his voice sending vibrations down my spine from how close he is. The three then begin to bully the poor Jimin but I manage to drown it out, feeling a familiar sense of fear and sadness behind to settle in my stomach. To distract myself from crying for what feels like the thousandth time today, I stare at the side of Taehyungs face as he patches up my self inflicted wounds

I've never been one to notice someone's looks, it's always personality and the way they carry themselves I somehow manage to see first, it's what attracted me to Jackson after all. Once I had seen who he is as a person I started to notice how attractive he is, but with Taehyung, as lovely as he is, it's hard to look past his godlike visuals, especially up close and personal