Fighting [TaeJin]

Situations

- Tae's POV -

I sit on the couch in my living room and sigh, looking down at my hands. I hope this boy isn't too much of a handful... but it looks like he needs someone.

I smile as I remember the one small smile I got out of him. He is really handsome, I wonder how he got into such an odd situation.

When I brought him home, I had quickly cleaned him up and tended to his wounds, using the little first aid knowledge I have. I was surprised to find a whole bunch of older wounds as well, not at all from what might have happened recently.

I frowned to myself as I remember what some of them had looked like. When I first saw some of his wounds, I thought that some where from a whip almost. How could that possibly happen though?

He seems brocken... And that concerned me. He didn't seem that much older than me, maybe a few years. He shouldn't be that hurt or scarred, physically and mentally. It isn't normal or right.

The people I found beating him up where just thugs, and drunk to the bone so they didn't get too much hurt on him before I found them and scared them away. Who ever did this to him is sick. Seokjin was so handsome and he seems like he could have so much potential.

I get up and decide to go to the store to grab some things before Seokjin wakes up, I needed to run errands anyhow, I was a little low on food before all this happened.

I grab my coat and keys but stop to check on the resting boy before I leave. I quietly open the door and find him passed out on the bed. A smile forms on my face as I quietly walk over to him. He seems to peaceful...

I move my hand up and slightly brush his hair away from his face. Poor thing, why would anyone do this to you? "It's okay, Seokjin. You are safe here." I whisper before leaving the room and closing the door behind me.

Now it's time to go get groceries.

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- Jin's POV -

I wake up and check the clock. About two or three house after I had laid down to rest. I feel a bit better and get up, once again moving towards the door.

I open it to find the same squeaky-clean apartment I was in before. I look around to see no sign of this 'Taehyung'. Maybe I was being delusional...

I think he seems like an okay guy, but you never know. My Uncle seemed like an okay guy but in reality he is just a monster. A pure, evil monster.

I walk over to the small coffee table and look at the note Taehyung has seemed to leave me.

Seokjin,

I have gone out to the store to buy groceries, should be back soon. If you need anything, my phone number is on the refrigerator.

Tae

I look at the paper and blink a few times, assessing the situation. This could be my opportunity to make a run for it.

I look towards the door and back around at the small apartment. Should I really leave? He did help me...

I start to look around for a shirt to put on before I leave, The jacket was getting hot and I can't be walking around town half naked plus all of my scars and wounds would show...

I finally find a shirt and put it on, making my way towards the door. I put my hand on the knob and suddenly stop myself. What does this make me, running away like this? A coward. A coward towards a guy who has done nothing but be kind to me.

I sigh and back away from the door, throwing myself onto the couch. Even if I where to leave here, what would I do. I have no money. "Ahhggg" I growl angrily at myself.

I don't like this. It could be worse. I thought to myself. It could be way worse.

What am I supposed to do now? I look over at the clock on the wall. It's 7:16. I don't really have much to do, so I find the small remote for the medium sized flat screen television on the wall in front of the couch.

I might not have had a television from the age of four on, but I know how to use one. I had never watched TV much throughput my childhood, I wasn't allowed to or I didn't have access to a TV. Most of my free time growing up was used trying to take care of myself. Trying to find more food, clean my fresh wounds that were courtesy of my Uncle.

What am I kidding, I had no childhood from the age of four on. I flip through the channels on the TV until I find a cooking show. This seems nice.

Cooking always brought me joy, talking about it or doing it. I wasn't allowed to do much when I was young but I had cooked a few times. It was always just so much fun to create something wonderful.

I sit with my legs criss-crossed on the couch and loose myself in the TV show, not bothering to watch the time.

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I hear the door unlock and crack open. I immediately jump up and move to the far end of the couch, only to see it is Taehyung.

I sigh and sit back normally as he walks in with two bags of groceries, placing them on the island in the kitchen. It was nice that such a small apartment has that, probably because its open concept.

He smiles as he turns back to me. "I see you found the TV remote. Did you rest well?" He asks me, maintaining that large smile of his.

I simply nod and make a shy smile. He walks over and sits next to me on the couch, but seems to keep a comfortable distance. "It's a little late, don't you think we should start getting ready to go to bed? I got you some stuff while I was out because it didn't seem like you had anything. I hope that's okay."

I look at him, a little surprised. He bought some stuff for me. Shit, now I owe him money. I look at the clock and see that he is right. I guess I was watching TV a bit longer than I thought because it is now 10:07pm.

I look over to the bags he brought in and then back at him. "How much do I owe you? I don't have any money but I can work to make it up."

He looked at me shocked. "You don't owe me anything. You where in a tough situation and I'm helping you to get out of it. It's what people do."

It's what people do. His words repeated in my head. People hurt and crave, no one does anything for nothing.

I was about to speak when he stood up and walked over to the bags, holding one out to me. "Here, I hope these work for you. And like I said, it is late so please, lets just go to sleep." He says with a smile.

This guy just can't stop smiling can he? I nod and head towards the room but turn as I reach the doorway and look at him.

Shit, I looked at the wrong time. I was surprised to see he had just taken his shirt off and was walking towards the bathroom. I stood still and watched him brush his teeth. He has such beautiful skin.

I close my eyes and turn around, walking into the room. "Hey Taehyung?" I asked loudly so that he could hear me from the other room.

"Yes?"

"Where are you going to be sleeping?"

I look over and he is in the doorway, still half naked. Why is he still walking around like that?

"On the couch, it pulls out into a bed. You sleep here and that is final so don't you even try to talk me out of it. My house my rules okay?" I stand there, startled to hear the amount of authority he held in his voice. He still was smiling though.

I sigh and turn around. "Okay, and thank you, for letting me stay here. And helping me." He lets out a 'no problem' and goes into the living room to sleep.

I slightly close the door and pull the covers over my shoulders, falling into sleep.

You where in a tough situation and I'm helping you to get out of it.

It's what people do.

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