Bandages •Taekook•

8.

its a big world. so many things could happen and you wouldn't even know what's going on. or what could be happening right now. with someone or somewhere.

but the sound of his own shaky breath radiates around him. he held tight onto the metal bar beside him on the sidewalk trying not to collapse.

you'd think he is overreacting, but he was losing quite a bit of blood. it wasn't just some small scratch he done.
with a long sigh let out, he made it.

knock, knock, knock.

"t-taehyung? are you okay?" stuttering, he looks down — door opening half way. "holy shit, hyung! you're bleeding!"
he didnt care that he was bleeding. all he cares is that he knows Jungkook is okay. he didn't say anything. instead, he pulled him in for a hug, Jungkook didn't even care that he was soaked by rain. he still hugged him back because he knew that Taehyung needed it right now. even while being puzzled.

the hug was heavy. Jungkook didnt even notice that Taehyung had passed out in him. gasping, he lifted him into his room (a/n sue me for how shit this book is rn 😩) and sat him on his bed and examined his body. he was bleeding only on the arms. there was a lot of blood...

Jungkook knows he is invading taehyungs privacy, but he needs to help him. he wants to help him.

so he went to his closet and reached out a new pair of comfortable clothes for Taehyung. slowly lifting Taehyung's shirt off, he sees the boys small frame. his body seemed really thin, but not too thin, yet, along with thin his cheeks — they weren't full or warm red. but slightly boney and cold. this upset Jungkook, but it also made him angry. he doesn't know why Taehyung done this to himself.

his eyes travelled to his arms, now knowing well where they came from.
cuts, scars, burns were all over his arms. tears formed in Jungkook's eyes, but he didn't let them fall. his only priority was Taehyung right now. he lifted Taehyung's body up slightly to put on the shirt, then slipping on the trousers shortly after.

just after a while, he decided to make some green tea for him, so he went down stairs

poring water into the kettle and boiling it. he made sure it was nice and warm but making sure the cup was nice and gentle on the hands so it cant burn Taehyung.

moreover after making the tea, he went back up to a now an awake-tired-eyed Taehyung.

it was just pure silence. no talk. just quiet breathing and rain hitting against the cold bedroom window. Jungkook wanted to say something, but not knowing what to. so instead he hands Taehyung the tea.

On the other hand, Taehyung was of course – freaking out. he knows that Jungkook had seen him, because it was obvious jungkook had changed his clothes into dry ones. he wonders was it his fault for it being so quiet right now? if only he didnt go overboard, he wouldn't have passed out. but he wanted to break the silence, so he spoke.

"uh..thanks for the clothes." Taehyung fidgets, not knowing of what to say. "and the tea" he adds. in reply, Jungkook got up and heading to the bathroom, but then soon after coming back with bandages.

he stood in front of Taehyung gently grabbing his left arm and and bringing it towards his chest. He unfolded the bandage and wrapping it around Taehyungs self-injuries.

"taehyung?" jungkook mumbles, continuing to gently wrap the bandage around his pained arm. but Taehyung could only glance.

as Jungkook finishes, he still kept hold of Taehyungs arm, not letting go.
"why did you do this to yourself?" he added, gently rubbing the bandage above his wounds of his arm with his thumb.
"i dont know..." he paused. "i guess it became really addicting after a while. i can't stop." Taehyung confessed.

and what he said wasn't a lie. it was addicting. sometimes you don't even need a reason to do so. a way to relive pain — if anything, makes it worse.

you wouldn't even realise.

"you've been trying to deal with this yourself for so long?" Jungkook whispered. though all Taehyung could see right now, was blurriness. he fluttered his eyes with tears falling. a short intake of breath follows to his lips. he was crying.

before hiding his face, Jungkook pulled him into a hug. a hug as to where Taehyung had his head on Jungkooks chest. he felt powerless and weak.

"i-im just so tired, Jungkook..." He whimpered. "Im afraid. I'm afraid i'll lose you now that we became close."  Taehyung replied, not knowing what more to say. he didnt want to say much because he was too tired.

he just wanted to sleep forever.

"hey, hey...hear my heartbeat? just focus on that" Jungkook whispered softly as his chin rested upon Taehyungs Blonde Locks, rubbing his head to help calm himself down sending comforting chills down Taehyung's spine.

"i'm not going to leave you. you won't lose me"

and there is was again –  that feeling. yet more like butterflies in his stomach. not in the amount of time Taehyung has lived has he ever felt this safe in someone's arms.