MAFIA LOVE ENG. Vers ( TAEGI )

23

Yoongi focused, his hands painstakingly replaced the gauze on his stomach, he twisted the white cloth so that it covered the stab wound. His small teeth bit the fabric tightly to prevent it from falling and disturbing the gauze that was wrapped around it. To be honest, he was already sore, but it couldn't be helped.

And that sight did not escape Taehyung who was sitting on the bed with his hands in front of his chest. He was so annoyed to see the sweet boy in trouble, even though he had been offered help... but the stubborn teenager refused and ended up changing the gauze himself.

"Tsk! It's been an hour and you haven't finished yet," annoyed Taehyung snorted

"Ish! I have to be careful ahjussi, what happens if the stitches come off? Do you want to take responsibility?"

Taehyung rolled his eyes lazily, he got up and walked over to Yoongi. His big hand gently snatched the roll of gauze from the sweet boy's hand, then twisted it slowly around the doll's flat stomach.

Meanwhile, Yoongi was just silent, wanting to protest but afraid of being scolded, so he kept quiet and watched his reflection in the mirror. A feeling of heat suddenly felt on his cheeks because their position seemed very ambiguous in his opinion. He was the one who pulled his clothes up, and his ahjussi was behind him with his left hand holding his slender waist.

After finishing, Taehyung looked at the cute one in the mirror, grinning when he saw that the cheeks were red because of him. Then he hugged the tiny body from behind, resting his chin on the doll's narrow shoulders.

"We lost it, I'm sorry," said Taehyung, stroking Yoongi's flat stomach.

The sweet one raised his eyebrows in confusion, turned his head to the side and stared at his ahjussi's sapphire beads.

"Lost?”

Taehyung nodded “Something I should have taken good care of”

“What?”

Taehyung didn't answer right away, he turned Yoongi's body slowly until they were both facing each other. His left hand grabbed his waist, while he brought his right hand up to gently caress the doll's smooth face.

"My angel"

Yoongi tilted his head even more confused, has this ahjussi lost his angel? Who? can't angels be seen?

"Ahjus_

"Go to sleep" Taehyung interrupted, receiving a disapproving look from Yoongi

"Don't want to!"

"Sleep, it's already late," said Taehyung, letting go of his hug, which made the warm feeling surrounding Yoongi's body just disappear.

"Ahjussi where are you going?"

"Working"

"At night like this?" Yoongi asked, while the tan man just nodded slightly in response.

Yoongi just stood still, watching Taehyung who was now changing into all black clothes. Don't forget a hat that slightly covers his handsome face.

"Ahjussi.."

"Hm?" Taehyung replied, turning to look at the doll who was standing at the end of the bed.

He waited patiently, but the sweet one didn't speak. He sighed tiredly, adjusted his hat for a moment and then walked towards the door.

"Ahjussi..."

There was a long sigh from the tan man, his hand squeezed the doorknob anxiously then turned to look at the sweet boy

"What else is there, doll? say"