Things can only get better: Taekook short story

Part 6

Dr Chanyeoul confirmed what Jungkook thought, two cracked ribs, many many, oh, so many bruises and after speaking to Tae privately, confirming the sexual assaults. He gave some pain meds and ointments for the ribs and special cream for the bruises. The emotional trauma he could not help, but he gave Tae the name of a very good therapist should he want to make us of that later. Tae promised to think about it.

While Tae was busy with the Dr, Jungkook phoned Hobi, they need to sort out Tae's bank and salary, where that Minho can't get to it. And it needs to be done before the end of the month so Tae can receive his full salary.

Jungkook helped Tae to unpack his clothes, which consisted of only one medium sized bag. The other bag, Tae kept closed, not letting Jungkook help with that. Jungkook let Tae take a nice long bath, which was a luxury for him, after mostly cold showers all the time to save time and get out of harm's way. When he finished, he had to call Jungkook as the older said he will help with the ointments and cream. He was careful on the two cracked ribs and the bruises. Making sure not to hurt the boy. 

Jungkook was a little shocked to see how skinny Taehyung was, it was definitely not a healthy skinny, this was a starving and unhealthy skinny. He had to make sure the boy got healthy food now, so after helping Tae into bed, he went to speak to his housekeeper, who had a room on the bottom floor of the penthouse. He explained everything to Mrs Park, a widow of about 50 years old, or young, as she said. She was just as upset as all of them, and they talked for quite a while, planning menus and the best ways to get Tae's weight up in a healthy way.

Jungkook finally went to bed around 1 in the morning, his thoughts occupied by the boy with the eyes the colour of a clear summer sky.

Taehyung woke the next morning, having slept the best he had in years. He stretched himself, a small smile on his lips. He could get used to the soft bed and blankets. He quickly took the plushies scattered on the bed and put them back into the bag, hiding it again at the bottom of his closet. He showered, but before he started to get dressed a knock was heard. Jungkook peeped in when he heard come in, seeing Tae already in a pair of jeans, but no shirt yet, standing with the tube of ointment for his ribs. "Let me help you Tae, it is easier for me to do this, ok?" "I don't want to be a bother Jungkook.." "Awa! How can you say you are a bother! Never in my life..... How dare you deny me the honour of rubbing ointment on my whizz kid's bruises"

 Jungkook looked at Tae with a pout and a fake sad expression on his face, making Tae burst out laughing, wincing a bit at the pain in the ribs, but he couldn't help himself, Jungkook looked like a spoiled brat that had his sweeties taken away. Jungkook smiled at the laughing boy, loving the sound of his laugh, it sounded like bells in the morning. Tae put on his shirt, making sure his sleeves covered all the bruises and walked with Jungkook to have breakfast. 

Mrs Park introduced herself, placing a plate of pancakes with strawberries and cream in front of the boy, seeing his eyes grow into the size of saucers. "Mrs Park, I..I can't.." "Stop right there Kim Taehyung, you will eat the breakfast I make you every morning, you will eat with the others in the restaurant every lunch time and you will eat the dinner I make every evening, any other questions?" Tae looked at the plump, motherly woman standing with her fists in her hips, looking at him with raised brows. "No, ma'am, no questions" Tae said with a small voice. 

Mrs Park smiled and walked into the kitchen, leaving a dumbstruck Tae behind. "Don't worry Tae, she seems vicious, but she is an old softy, I went through that same speech a year ago when she started working for me, but she loves us, so it is important to her to make sure we are very well taken care off." Tae just nodded and started eating. But no matter how hard he tried he could only get a quarter of the plate into his shrunken tummy. Mrs Park however was satisfied, telling him they will get his appetite back to normal in no time. The poor boy just nodded.