My Heart Beats For You ||KookV||

5

Taking advantage of the weekend, when he doesn't work, Taehyung went to the flower shop and ordered a bouquet of roses for Chaewon. Afterwards, he ran to the extreme sports club and participated in rock climbing, diving, surfing, bungee jumping and more.

This was his next plan: challenging stimulating things designed to play with his life. However, he had to make sure that he didn't play himself to death. 

Taehyung had signed up for all of the most extreme sports in the club. 

Didn't rumours say that Kim Taehyung really liked to play? Then he'll play for everyone to see.

"Just how did you end up like this?" Jin asked while helping  Taehyung apply for medicine.

Taehyung's body was covered with purple bruises here and there, and only his face was in perfect condition.

"From falling." Taehyung simply responded with two words.

That fall was certainly strong. Front, back, top, and bottom, there were bruises everywhere.

Jin reminded him, "Taehyung, I didn't care about what you did before, but now I wish for you to hold back a little. Don't forget, your brain has a problem."

Your brain has a problem! Taehyung leaned against the chair lazily, his hazy eyes giving him a drowsy appearance.

Jin's gaze flashed and he stared at him for a period of time, before eventually moving his sight away and saying, "Take care of yourself. Next time, if I see your entire body injured like this again, I will tell your Uncle Kim and your older brother about your condition."

"At worst, I just won't come here."

So you would rather go to another hospital than renounce your power to get injured?

Jin discovered for the first time that he didn't actually know Taehyung at all. Just what was he thinking right now? Why would he not quickly get himself treated despite knowing his condition? Was there anything else more important than one's life?

"Taehyung, I helped you to invite some brain specialists. They can formulate a dependable operation plan for your situation."

"Hm, thanks." Taehyung stood up and left with a wave.

When he went back home, he didn't even take a bath and just fell straight onto the bed, quickly falling asleep. His following days began to fall into a regular pattern.

Going to work on time, using his cooking skills to raise Jungkook's favourable impression of him, sending flowers to Chaewon no matter what, and then trying all sorts of extreme stuff on the weekends.

After a month, Jungkook no longer gave him cold gazes and words, and he would occasionally invite him to his house as a guest. Chaewon still disliked him but became increasingly closer to Chanyeol as time passed.

"Eh? Jungkook, why are you here?" Taehyung looked at the man outside his door in surprise.

"I was passing by and decided to mooch some food." Jungkook had a cold and mighty "I came to get mooch food so you should be honoured" expression.

Taehyung secretly rolled his eyes and let him in.

Jungkook had just walked in when he smelled a medicinal aroma. He slightly frowned and turned around to examine Taehyung. He was dressed in comfortable home clothing, and his hair was left to droop as it wished. His face was also rosy and languid, so he did not look like someone who was injured.

"You really came at a great time. Dinner is about done." Taehyung's slippers clacked as he walked to the kitchen.

Jungkook sat at the dining table and watched Taehyung work busily around the kitchen like a married man, before finally bringing the food to the table.

"Let's eat." Taehyung said.

Jungkook picked up his chopsticks and started to silently enjoy the food.

This was Jungkook's first time at Taehyung's home as a guest. Although he frequently drove him back home, he had never come up. So why did he suddenly decide to visit today? Don't tell him that Jungkook was really here just to mooch some food?

Taehyung was thinking and did not notice that his fingers were trembling.

"What's wrong with you?" Jungkook noticed his strange condition and stared at his hand.

"What?" Taehyung's face was puzzled.

"Your hand."

Taehyung looked down and finally noticed that the hand holding chopsticks was trembling.

"It's nothing." He held his wrist and smiled, continuing, "I moved some heavy stuff today, so my arms are a little sore."

Jungkook stood up and walked to his side, before pulling his arm and rolling up his sleeve. He immediately saw bruises littering the other's fair arms, both old and new.

"What is going on with these?" Jungkook's sharp gaze locked onto Taehyung, a faint trace of anger visible within his eyes.

"Recently, I've been training my body." Taehyung paid it no mind and just smiled. He wanted to pull his hand back, but Jungkook held it tightly.

After a while, Jungkook let go of his right hand and grabbed his left hand, resulting in him finding similar bruises on his left.

Jungkook's expression turned stern and he grabbed Taehyung, dragging him all the way to the sofa before starting to crudely peel his clothes.

"What are you doing?" Taehyung struggled nonstop, trying to protect his "clear as ice and clean as jade" body from the other's violation.

"Shut up!" Jungkook pressed him down on the sofa and used brute force to pull away his clothes. A wide expanse of naked skin was exposed before his eyes.

Jungkook's eyes darkened, and after seeing the injuries on Taehyung's chest, his expression became terrifying.

"This is the result of your 'training'?" Jungkook asked dangerously, "Tell me, what kind of training would leave you with injuries all over? Boxing?"

"No." Taehyung looked at him with disdain, responding, "How can that kind of rough sport fit the graceful me?"

Jungkook: "......" Would you believe that I will roughly kill you, you graceful b*stard!

"Can you get off? I'm about to die from your weight." Taehyung raised a foot and aimed a kick at Jungkook's waist.

It was only then that Jungkook noticed their posture. Taehyung was lying on the sofa, his clothes messy and face a bit red, and his eyes were also slightly fogged. His shirt had slipped down his arms due to their struggle, while his pants had also slipped down his waist, revealing his perfect waistline and even abdominal muscles. The bruises on his body appeared like remnants of love, full of endless enticement. One of his legs was pressed down by Jungkook's knee, while the other was at his waist, their lower bodies closer together. They could feel each other's physiological changes at any time.

Jungkook swiftly stood up, his heart beating furiously.