[ONGOING] Taehyung never imagined that marrying a complete stranger to save his company would be the easy part.
But life had a surprising twist in store...
What he doesn't know is that his soon-to-be husband, Jeon Jungkook, has been harboring a hig...
He hisses a little as I put antiseptic on his cut. It will leave a permanent scar for sure. I had a strange, strange feeling I would do something terrible right now.
If only I didn't had a wish for tending to Jungkook first, I would have broke that piece of shit's hands.
"Has he also done this before?" I ask, now putting bandage over the fresh wound.
I can clearly judge from his expressions that he doesn't want to answer.
He looks away so our eyes don't meet. His hard eyes and clenched jaw is something I am not used to.
I like the soft crinkle at the corner of his eyes that makes him look more genuine than normal people. I like the way he scrunches his nose up sometimes like a bunny. I like that his double dimples appear when he smile.
"It's my fault." I say with a sigh, getting up and putting the first aid box away. "It wouldn't have happened if you hadn't agreed to help me. I am sorry"
"No" he says too quickly, reaching out for my hand. He bites his lips, looking down, "He has always been like this with me after hyung left."
I give his hand a gentle squeeze. Sitting back on bed to face him again, then I ask, "hyung?"
"My elder brother" he explains, "Dad wanted him as a heir of our Company but he had a dream of becoming an idol. When Dad got to know about it. He asked him to either choose his dream or us."
I gasp audibly "just how cruel he can be?" I whisper.
"You have no idea yet." I hear him chuckle dryly.
"What about you?" I ask "what do you want to do in life?"
He stares at me in awe. As if no one had asked him this before.
No one has cared about what he wants in life.
Then he glances around the room, eyes lingering on his paintings. "Business was never my thing."
"Then don't let your father control you Jungkook."
"I feel suffocated Tae.. I-- I don't want this.." And with that, he let's his tears fall, causing both his facade and my heart, to break in the process.
I remember not feeling anything when I saw him cry, last time.
But now... Now I care. I care if he's sad. If he's hurt or if he's in pain. At this moment I care more about him than I ever thought I would..
With every tear that rolls down his cheek, the crack in my heart walls grow deeper.
"Don't pity me, I am tough" he smiles, harshly wiping his cheeks.
I nod "I know you are"
"And I can take care of myself" he says.
I nod again and take both of his hands in mine. "I know you can" I say "But I wanna join in"
His big bambi eyes stare into me, all starry with tears welling in them.
He releases a heavy breath "sorry I just forgot what it felt like to--" his sentence dies down as he presses his lips together.
"Forgot what it felt like to what?"
He drops his gaze "Not feel so damn lonely for once"
The pressure in my chest builds. "Jungkook--"
"It sounded even more pathetic when I said it aloud. Just pretend I didn't say and I know you are probably disguste-"
Author's POV:
Jungkook couldn't complete his sentence because of the tug that Tae gave him on his hands causing him to land on his chest.
Tae puts his chin on Jungkook's head and wrapped him in his arms.
"Shh you are not pathetic. Never say that. You just being you is enough"
Jungkook closed his eyes, flooding himself with the warmth of his love.
He drank it in. Memorized it.
Jungkook wanted himself to be immersed with Tae's being. He wanted to forget himself and feel him and him only.
They don't know how long they stay in each other's embrace.
Tae didn't had an idea how much Kook needed this solace until he looked down at Jungkook and saw him,
Asleep.
Tae smiles ear to ear at the adorable sleeping big baby in his arms.
"You deserve only good things." He murmers brushing his bangs away from Kook's face, inspects the wound, runs his fingers over the bandage.
Then caustiously lays Jungkook on bed, covering him with duvet,
What Tae is failing to understand is, ever since he was younger, his heart has been praying quiet as a breath,
for a boy
who looked like kindness And felt like home.
and my God,
How Jungkook is him.
Tae quietly frees himself from him, climbs into the couch and slips under the covers, waiting for sleep to engulf him.
Perhaps hug was a silent gesture, the ending of a cold war. Perhaps the fragile beginning of something real, something special.
But what about the kiss Tae stole?
It didn't mean anything. It was a peck over the bandage anyway.
Just to make the wound heal faster y'know?
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