He notices that the way Taehyung dries his hair was quite violent. Jeongguk sighs before holding the man's hand in its place.
"What?" Taehyung asks, his voice irritated that Jeongguk wasn't able to hold back the,
"My scalp hurts with what you're doing."
And of course, it sets Taehyung off. "Well why didn't you think of that before you went out – on your own by the way and with no protection – and almost died?"
Jeongguk stays silent and releases his hold on Taehyung's wrist. The jaw of the warrior tightens.
"You almost died because of me too, why is that?" Jeongguk asks, voice suddenly faint.
"In case you haven't noticed," Taehyung drops the towel on his lap, facing him. "My life's already on the line. If I let you die, I'll die either way."
"Then why accept?" Jeongguk asks, with no anger, just a little of self-resentment.
Taehyung chuckles, walking towards the mirror, yanking open the drawer and takes out the comb. "Do you think I've got a choice?"
"Well, don't you?"
Taehyung wordlessly combs his hair.
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To Find You Again | ᴛᴀᴇᴋᴏᴏᴋ
Fanfiction"We'll meet again, I'm sure," With wobbly lips, and a faint smile ghosting his features, Jeongguk manages to clutch Taehyung's shaking hands. "I'll find you I promise." Taehyung lifts his head and all Jeongguk could see was the growing self-hatred...
