SUITS| Taekook| cross-over with "Scrubs" by @withSopeontheside

Never Not✧

"I remember when I first noticed that you liked me back

We were sitting down in a restaurant waiting for the check

We had made love earlier that day with no strings attached,

but I could tell that something had changed how you looked at me then." 

~ "K." By Cigarettes After Sex

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When I was a kid, there was this shadow that lurked around my house. I felt it hiding in every corner, I felt it following me to school, and I felt it hang over me as I fell asleep each night, I even felt it follow me when I left my home to be somewhere safer. That shadow was fear. Fear stalked me day and night, it refused to give me rest. I was so terrified that my father would find my new hiding place with the Kim family. I thought he would come find me and take me back to that horrible place. But, even more so, I was terrified he'd find my friend, the one who took me in, and take him away. Or hurt him. How could I protect the Kims if my father came back for me? Back then, he felt like the strongest, most powerful person alive. I thought my dad could do anything he wanted, all because I grew up in a house where me and mother lived in fear of him, always staying an arms length away at all times, to avoid his fist. But. . . I grew up. And one day, I was big enough to hit back. And I realised, we didn't have to live in fear of him anymore. Because I could protect us. And I did. Or at least, I thought I did.
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Yoongi poured himself and Taehyung a second mug of green tea each, the steam pouring from the spout slowly like the smoke from a dragon's mouth. They were sitting across from each other in Dr.Jung's living room, and Yoongi was still trying to process the fact they Taehyung and Jungkook used to know each other as children as he clutched the photograph from Taehyung's wallet tightly in his hands.

"So you just didn't tell me about this?" Yoongi shook his head, blowing on his mug. "I mean, this feels like a big deal."

Taehyung laughed a little. "It didn't really seem that important before. And when Jungkook started working at Cora, I hated his guts for taking the spot that was mine. I didn't care if we had a history or not. Besides, I don't really remember much of it at all."

Yoongi nodded. "But you've known for like, eight years. Why didn't you show me these pictures when Mrs. Jeon first gave them to you?"

Taehyung swallowed, his throat suddenly very dry. "She gave them to me the night that Kwan died."

Yoongi flinched, remembering. "Oh, I see. . ."

Taehyung instinctively ran his hand over the long scar on his forearm, wincing at the memory of the smoke in his lungs. . . the blood on his hands.

"I didn't really feel like bringing up some kid I used to know right after going through that, you know? It felt disrespectful, somehow."

Yoongi bowed his head, nodding again. "I understand that." Holly plopped down on his lap with a sigh, looking at Taehyung sadly as if he understood their conversation.

"Does Jungkook know?"

Taehyung sighed. "To some extent. He knows our parents knew each other, and that we might know each other from then."

"He asked about it?"

"Yeah, and I kept it brief, I fell asleep so I didn't really get around to answering it very well."

"He asked you at night?"

"Yeah, right after we-"

"Okay, okay. I don't need to know the rest, thanks." Yoongi threw his hands up, shaking his head and laughing. Taehyung smirked.