• Take My Hand • | A Taekook fiction|

(Chapter 40) • Words Can Hurt •

[Potential tw! Police questioning session (?), Mentions of rape, drug abuse, sexual assault, prostitution, and killing! I kind of forgot to add this earlier but hopefully I didn't cause too much harm, stay safe loves!]

Narrator's POV

It was the 19th of December.

Meaning that the police questioning was tomorrow.

And Taehyung still had no clue on what had happened that night; the night when his so-called 'parents' had come for an unwelcome visit, when he found himself waking up to a rather familiar scene of a hospital room after a long while of him staying inside his safe, mental bubble. Jimin– as promised– had talked to V the other day when he'd surfaced, and to make the older one shut up, the younger had agreed to tell Taehyung about it.

But he never did, ignoring Taehyung each time when he would argue about how he could handle whatever the matter was, about how he wouldn't panic anymore. However, the alter had still refused, claiming that Taehyung wasn't strong enough for it yet and repeatedly underlining his role as the protector and how he's supposed to protect him from everything he considered awful.

Which also meant that Taehyung was still frustrated, annoyed and angry about the whole situation, making his urge to harm himself to let off steam wash over him once again, in double force. 

So here he was, covering the medium-sized canvas in paints and brushstrokes that resembled the colours and shapes of the sunrise the two boys had watched together on their little date, trying to incorporate the aesthetic landscape of faraway trees and the weeping willow by the pond that seemed to glow golden in the early morning sun, as he sat down on the floor of the little 'comfy zone', as Jungkook liked to call it. 

The activity seemed to help him calm down quite a bit–which took him by surprise once he realised that because the urge caused by the anger and frustration he had felt was so incredibly strong this time.

But he guessed he had to thank not only this activity suggested by Jungkook, but Jungkook himself as well.

The older boy had sat down with him upon Taehyung's request, staying close to him in whatever ways he deemed alright; which just so happened to be hugging Taehyung's stomach while comfortably laying his head on the artist's lap. Before claiming that position though, the older was quite inspired to click a few photographs by how aesthetically pleasing and gorgeous his potential boyfriend looked as he focused on the canvas and the paints that painted it, resulting in him getting some elegant candid photos that had the potential to be used for some of the projects he had to complete by the end of the month; though he wouldn't use them unless he had the consent from his muse, of course.

And soon after he set down his camera on one of the bean bags and laid down on Taehyung's lap, the exhaustion of tirelessly working on his projects and modules whenever he wasn't cuddled up with the younger (which was more often than you'd think) seemed to have caught up with him as he relaxed on the floor with his head on Taehyung's lap, pressing soft kisses on his stomach and mumbling little compliments about the younger and his artwork.

And at one point when Taehyung only had some little details left to do for the painting, he finally took notice of the silent breaths and an adorable sleeping Jungkook who somehow looked tiny as he curled up against him, his arms folded against his chest as he made use of the warmth Taehyung provided.

The younger wore a fond smile that lightened up his whole face; how could he not? How could he not smile at the squished cheeks, the slightly open pouty lips and the tiny fists resting against the younger's stomach?

Jungkook's mere presence was more than enough for him to calm down now, it seemed. He chuckled–silently through his nose to not wake the latter up– as he thought about just how smitten he was for this adorable sleeping boy on his lap. He didn't know what he would do without him at this point. The warm and comfortably fuzzy feeling inside his chest seemed to be a normal occurrence for him whenever Jungkook was near.