Painted It Black ✓

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    Jin bit his lower lip, trying to prevent himself from whimpering, as the pain shot up around his body. He was trying his best to sit up on the bed all on his own without making a sound, yet one miscalculated move and his hips twisted cruelly.

    The pain was excruciating.

    He guessed it was still around midnight so he muffled his cries, knowing Taehyung had just gone to sleep. He knew his fiancé was tired because of the piles of work he needed to catch up on as the CEO of his company, so he deserved an undisturbed rest until he would wake up in the morning.

    He breathed in deep, mustering up more strength from his weak arms and limbs, and reached out for his wheelchair. His hands managed to grab on to the armrests. Jin felt a little victorious, no matter how minute it must have been for the others.

    Now you stand, Kim Seokjin. Your bladders will not hold on for long, Jin thought.

    Slowly, Jin willed his knees to please hold on --- to please be steady enough until his bum was finally seated on the wheelchair. He would have managed to do so, but his right knee took a bit much of his weight and it buckled, sending him sprawling face down onto the cold, hard floor. The wheelchair did not even save him, instead it wheeled off and bumped on to the side table which created a ruckus, resonating around the room.

    Great. Now you will wake Taehyungie up because of the soun-

    "Jinnie, what the fuck?" He heard the man swore, clearly awoken from his sleep. "How did you manage to get there!?"

    "I-"

    He heard the bed creaked, a pair of feet padding frantically towards him.

    Jin cried softly in humiliation.

    "Fuck, babe, why are you crying?"

    "Don't come near me!" Jin shrilled, but he felt Taehyung crouched down beside him. Jin attempted to crawl away from him, helpless. "Do-"

    He immediately stopped when Taehyung's lips meld with his own, his warm palms and slender fingers cradling his face with tenderness. His tears slowly subsided. They kissed a few more times before Taehyung pulled away, pecking him twice more and murmured, "I'll prepare a warm bath for you, okay?"

    "Okay-- No!" Jin panicked when Taehyung wrapped his arms around him, about to carry him up. He tried pushing his hands away. "Don't touch me!"

    "Why?" Taehyung challenged, goading him. "Why don't you want me to touch you, hm?"

    "It's because I'm filthy!" Jin could not help but screamed in embarrassment and frustration. "I peed on my shorts and now I stink like shit!"

    "I know, babe. But do you think I care about that? It's me, Jin. Taehyung. Your fiancé."

    "I am embarrassed, okay? Please stop being nice to me! I feel like shit when you do, because then I will never stop owing you!" Jin continued, wiping his tears miserably, but he yelped when strong arms carried him up and made him sit on the wheelchair.

    He felt Taehyung left shortly.

    Jin listened in on his surroundings.