Love is half

30

"I-uh, m'shorry-"

"No I promise, you are fine-"

"No I've been bad-"

"You are the best boy, what are you talking about?"

"I tri- tried to hit you and-"

"You didn't mean to, I know baby, I know."

Jungkook's lips are covered with blood and his spit after he has abandoned the tissue from earlier, it slides against his parted mouth down his chin as he rambles, eyes wide and scared as he somehow manages to mumble out why he is such a bad person. After getting Jungkook out of the car and drag him inside, Jungkook has been on same subject, the dead bird, apparently Taehyung is a murderer but he is also a "sexy" guy, according to Jungkook.

"s'ok, open your mouth for me, please." Taehyung is holding a tissue, dabbing over Jungkooks skin gently and wiping off the liquid that has managed to escape, he knows if Jungkook bleeds more than an hour, he would immediately need to call the dentist because its not a good sign if it doesn't stop. But they have been here for almost half an hour, he would wait and see.

But Jungkook does the opposite, instead of opening his mouth, he pouts, lips pushed together.

"you would hurt me-" He says instead, making Taehyung heart tight a little.

"I won't hurt you, I just want to check if the bleeding has stopped, you want it to stop too right?" He keeps his voice soft but firm, steady enough for Jungkook to understand its for important purpose.

"Hm."

The older smiles, putting the tissue down on the table,

"Say ahh."

"ahhhhh."

and the bleeding has decreased, nearly at the end. Jungkooks gums are swollen, there's stiches and the place looks awfully irritated, Taehyung sighs, he wishes he could heal it with snap of his finger, right now he assumes Jungkook can't feel the pain wholly yet, but it would come, and Taehyung promises himself to try his best to do as much as he can.

"Thank you." He says, laughs a little when Jungkook still has his face up at him, still with mouth open wide, eyebrows knitted and eyes closed tight shut, " you can close your mouth now, wait here, m'gonna give you some water and do you want some juice?" He asks, comes over to wipe his palm over the boys forehead tenderly, he feels bad because Jungkook is probably hungry, but he knows he can't push it, eating will only make the whole healing process worse and cause infections.

"Juice, please." And it's so sweet, or Taehyung just might be overwhelmed, because the way Jungkook says please, so small and caring, Taehyung is ready to give him the universe.

"Of course, baby." The pet names falls off his lips like mantra.

And he washes his hand with soap, throws out the used tissues and grabs a cup from the cabinet where Jungkook has his collection of china antique cup sets, mugs and pretty designed jars, little flowers with traditional art. Taehyung shakes his head and smiles, chooses a simple glass mug and pours coconut water because the apple juice and orange juice Jungkook has are too sugary, coconut water has normal amount of sugar and is healthier than those.