BROKEN

7.

Even when that had happened, Jungkook still held on

Even when taehyung came home in a drunken state a few days later.

It had been past midnight, Jungkook had stopped staying up to wait for his husband to get back home. Opting to instead to force himself to sleep, even when tears flowed uncontrollably some nights. Wanting to just get away from reality, even for just 6 hours

That night however, the photographer was awoken in his sleep by the constant knocking in the front door. Head completely blank, wanting nothing more than to go back to sleep. As the knocking gave no signs of stopping, he begrudgingly walked to the front door.

In a hazy state, Jungkook never expected to open the door and have a body fall on him. If he hadn't had good reflexes, they would've both fallen on the ground instantly. Fortunately, even though Jungkook had lost some muscle mass he caught the figure rather easily. Jungkook let out a groan while the other let out a grunt, their positions //extremely// uncomfortable.

His senses slowly woke up to see it was Taehyung who had fallen on him.

"Taehyung? What happened to you?? Get up!" He scolded, although his voice coming out flat and husky since he was fresh out of sleep.

Taehyung's face was red as ever, clearly intoxicated. Even still, he was so beautiful in Jungkook's eyes. His heart fluttered at the sight of his husband in his arms, his head pressed against his stomach.

His reverie was quickly broken by the smell of lilacs and soju. The fluttering in his heart soon turned into stabs and jabs, as if being stepped on.

Jungkook pulled Taehyung up carrying him bridal style to their bedroom. During the little walk, the CEO had apparently decided that it was the perfect time to throw up his stomach's content onto his expensive suit. The vomit soiling the front of Jungkook's hoodie.

The photographer's face contorted into disgust as the smell of alcohol grew twice as strong. He set Taehyung down on their king-sized bed and quickly got some tissues to scoop up as much vomit as he could before it dripped down their cotton white sheets. Afterwards, carefully removing the black suit jacket.

Holding the soiled clothing by the collar, he walked to the laundry room to quickly wash it. First removing his hoodie, leaving him in his white shirt, that was luckily free from vomit.

As he was about to wash the black suit jacket, he first removed the contents of the pockets. He emptied out the front pockets and found some mints, Taehyung's favorite candy and pieces of paper. Which made sense since Taehyung always liked working with sweets and always jotted down random notes so he wouldn't forget anything.

Reaching to empty out the inner pocket he grabbed something long and rectangular in shape. Taking it out, he inspected it further. It had a triangle logo in the front with letters inside, below it read

'stylenanda'

Jungkook was anything but stupid, he knew this brand. His mom constantly bought things like this for his sister when he was little. It was a make-up brand

He opened it to find half the stick had already been used. It was a very bright red shade of lipstick. Even if Taehyung were interested in makeup, he would never choose such a tacky color. Jungkook knew no one that would wear such a bold color, majority of the people he knew who used the brand choose subtle or nude colors.

Felling a sudden burst of rage, he threw the lipstick across the room. The product hit the wall, the impact making a loud sound.

As it hit the ground, Jungkook's pride followed. His body sliding down the wall, his hands holding the back of his neck as his head hung low between his bent legs. The frustration, anger, pain all rushing in at once. It was hard to keep his tears in, dollops of it falling on the tiles. The veins on his forehead bulging out the more he contained the urge to let out a painful sob.