Taekook Oneshots

Dumpster

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Angst/fluff/littlespace 🥀⛈☁️🍼

Jungkook: little, ages 2-3
Taehyung: acquaintance, not-yet-caregiver

Requested by: _taekook_forever
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TW: blood, hemophobia, abusive relationship
FT: the rest of bangtan, caregiver Seokjin and little Yoongi

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"How about you squeeze my hand some for yes, and if you want me to give you space you don't," he suggests, putting his hand in his. He gets a small squeeze, so he nods, scooping the random man up and carrying him to his house.
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Another boring day at work, Taehyung scurries around carrying things from table to table.

"How may I help you today?"

"What would you like to order?"

"Are you guys ready for drinks?"

"Enjoy!"

Everything is the same for this waiter. Another couple people walk in and get seated, waiting for a person to come by.

"Hi, my name is Taehyung and I'll be your server today. Are you guys ready for drinks?" He says cheerfully, as cheerful as you can with this job. He takes their drinks to their table, then takes their orders and carries the food there too. Every day, back and forth from the kitchen to the dining area.

"Mark, I'll be back. I just gotta take the trash out real quick," Taehyung announces, hoisting the bag up and carrying it outside.

Every day is no longer the same.

When he throws the bag in the dumpster, he hears a whimper after it thumps. His eyebrows furrow, peering around to the side and seeing a man covered in blood. The person doesn't notice him, just crying into his bloody hands.

Taehyung sneaks back inside, quickly going to his manager.

"There's a person outside, next to the dumpster." He lowly states, worry evident on his face.

"What do you want me to do? It's probably a homeless person, kick them or something. I don't know," the manager says, shrugging his shoulders.

Taehyung hides his distaste from what the cruel manager said, "No, he's covered in blood. Do you mind if I take him home and fix him up? I'll take up a double shift tomorrow,"

"Fine," he sighs, "but be on time. And be careful, who knows who that could be."

Taehyung nods, going back outside and seeing the person still there.

"E-excuse me?" He calls out cautiously. He jolts, jerking his head up and crying more when he sees Taehyung.

"Hey, I'm here to help you. What's wrong? What's your name?"

The poor boy doesn't respond, breath sounding more like a wheeze. He hyperventilates, shakily turning his hands and staring at the blood on his body with his scared doe eyes. He whimpers loudly, eyes tearing up again as he hurriedly tries to wipe away the blood.

"It's okay, it's okay," Taehyung crouches in front of him, "stay here." He says and runs inside to get bottles of water. He runs back out and crouches in front of the boy again. He opens the first bottle.

"Can you hold out your hands for me?" He gently asks, getting the attention of the man. He holds out his hands, still having trouble breathing. Taehyung guesses it's from all the blood though, and hopes that he'll calm down after it's off.