MAFIA LOVE ENG. Vers ( TAEGI )

24

Yoongi woke up when he heard the sound of water splashing. He glanced at the clock briefly, then got up to go to the bathroom to see who was in there and disturbing his sleep.

Cklek!

His head popped out, suddenly widening when he saw Taehyung sitting on the toilet in a messy condition. The trousers were torn at the thigh, showing a gunshot wound with blood still flowing. And the tan man was trying to get the bullet out.

"A-ahjussi..."

Taehyung, who didn't realize it yet, then looked up and smiled slightly at the cute boy who was looking at him worriedly.

"Why are you awake?" he asked.

Yoongi didn't answer, stepped quickly and squatted in front of the tan man's feet.

"W-why is this? Didn't I tell you not to get hurt? You also promised me ahjussi" Yoongi scolded, his hands trembling holding the ahjussi's gunshot wound.

Feeling like he didn't get an answer, Yoongi looked up at his ahjussi's bruised face with teary eyes. Meanwhile, those who looked at him just smiled, feeling warm when someone was worried about him. Is this how his older brother feels when Seokjin worries about him?

Bugh!

"Hey, don't smile stupidly! quickly answer my question"

"It's just a small wound, I'm fine"

"Small wound? Small wounds won't tear like this ahjussi, you idiot!" Yoongi was annoyed, to hell with manners...he was worried now.

His white hand took a cotton swab and moistened it with alcohol, gently dabbing it on Taehyung's wound. Occasionally his hands clenched into fists, rubbing his eyes to wipe away the tears that wanted to come out.

"Doll, are you crying?"

"Shut up!" Yoongi snapped, his lips trembling to hold back sobs because it hurt to see Taehyung hurt like this. He also didn't know why he felt this feeling...

Taehyung stroked the sweet little one chubby cheek, it felt moist and he knew his doll was crying.

"Don't cry, I'm okay, Yoongi," Taehyung said, but that sentence made the sweet boy cry even more, but without sobbing and it definitely felt suffocating.

His shoulders were shaking, his hands tightly holding the sewing tool that would be used for Taehyung's wound.

He was afraid... Taehyung, who realized this, immediately took the wound sewing tool gently.

"Just let me do it"

The cutie didn't answer, turning his face to the side so as not to look at Taehyung who was focused on stitching up his own gunshot wound. The tan man couldn't even be heard wincing or groaning in pain, he was very calm which surprised Yoongi.

When finished, Taehyung threw the tool away. His body leaned back, while his gaze looked at the sweet boy who was busy looking in another direction.

"Yoongi"

"Are you angry with me?" Taehyung continued asking, but the sweet one ignored him and focused on looking in another direction.

Taehyung took a deep breath, then took Yoongi to sit on his lap easily. Meanwhile, the sweet one rebelled, trying to escape from the ahjussi.

"Let go of me, you're hurt"

Chup!

"I'm sorry, doll"

Yoongi was stunned, when the soft light hit his hazel beads. He seemed to be enchanted and felt at home for a long time staring at his ahjussi's sapphire. The beads that were usually sharp and empty were now calm, staring full of feeling at him.

"Sorry, sorry because I couldn't keep my promise," he whispered, his big hands gently wiping away the sweet boy's tears.

Yoongi, the sweet teenager, nodded and hugged Taehyung's neck not too tightly.

"D-don't do it again, I don't like you getting hurt. I-it feels, it really hurts ahjussi"

Taehyung nodded even though he wasn't sure, then hugged his doll's slender waist in return.

"Come on out, I'll treat your facial wounds ahjussi"

The tan man nodded, letting the cute boy carry him out of the bathroom and sit on the bed. He just smiled amusedly, looking at the cute boy who was focused on taking out the medicine in the first aid kit.

"It might sting a little, hold on, ahjussi," said Yoongi, and Taehyung nodded in the affirmative.

Yoongi, the 16 year old teenager, cupped Taehyung's face gently and then gently touched the alcohol cotton swab to every bruise on Taehyung's face. He also gave him an ointment so that the wound wouldn't leave a scar.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"No," Taehyung shook his head.

"It's very strange, even though you're injured but don't feel any pain, then what makes you sick?"

"Your tears and your pain are the biggest pain for me," Taehyung answered, which made Yoongi speechless, not knowing what to reply.

"And you, will be the biggest weakness for me, Yoongi."

The sweet one was just silent, listening to everything his ahjussi said. He looked down, for some reason he was sad like this. He felt guilty and didn't expect that because he was his ahjussi's weakness, that was a sign... he would be the cause if Taehyung got hurt.

"Then, l-let me go," Yoongi whispered, making Taehyung raise his eyebrows in displeasure.

"Nevertheless, I will never let you go, doll."

"B-but ahjussi said, I am the source of your weakness. So, shouldn't it be better for me to leave and not be close to you?" Yoongi said looking at Taehyung who was glaring at him.

"So, do you think that if you leave and stay away from me, you'll be safe? No, doll, your face is already known to my enemies... and they will definitely target you."

"Besides, you have to be responsible for making me like this," he continued, his eyes turned to the side because he didn't dare look at his doll's sweet face.

Meanwhile, Yoongi frowned in confusion, responsibility? What? Ah... definitely take responsibility for these injuries.

He again applied the ointment to all the wounds on his ahjussi's handsome face, then blew lightly to let it dry.

"Done, I'll get clothes for you in a minute," said Yoongi, running from there to go into the walk-in closet, grabbing a pair of pajamas that were hanging.

"Get changed."

Taehyung nodded, then casually took off his clothes which made Yoongi immediately turn around.

"Why do you have to turn around, you've seen my whole body, boy," said Taehyung, smiling at the sight of the tiny body moving uncomfortably.

"Come on, turn around, don't you want to see it again?"

Yoongi's little feet stomped, his mouth moved in a grunt that made Taehyung smile in amusement.

"You pervert!" he was annoyed, walked away and stood in front of the balcony window to look at the night sky.

The tan man just stared in silence, his clothes had now changed. Sitting comfortably on the bed.

"Come here, Yoon"

Yoongi hesitantly turned around, breathed a sigh of relief then walked over to the bed.

"Go to sleep, it's still late" Taehyung said, shifting and patting the place beside him.

The cute one nodded, lying down next to the tan man. His white arms just wrapped around Taehyung's stomach, then looked up.

"Ahjussi, good night"

The adult man nodded, stroking his doll's soft black mane. His smile widened, when he saw his eyes closed with regular breathing, he landed his lips on the top of his head and hugged hjm tightly.

"good night, mine"

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