Golden •vkook•

3.5

Kim Taehyung was taking a well deserved break from memorizing lines as he stood under the hot stream of water, singing his heart out to 'Gee' by Girl's Generation. He had experienced a long day of drama- both for his studies and in his life, as Hoseok had begged to be set up with Jimin. Not that Hoseok knew that Jimin was currently very, very interested in someone else, and was even willing to go to a party to meet him there. The kind brunette hadn't wanted to break his best friend's heart, even though it would heal quickly, as it always did, and made up some excuse. Probably a shitty one, but Hoseok had accepted it, as he had some dance class to teach in a few minutes.

The aspiring actor sighed heavily, lathering his often neglected strands of walnut colored hair in his favorite strawberry shampoo. The tall, slim boy let his stress and worry wash away under the near-scalding water cascading down upon him from the worn shower head, feeling his shoulders relax. Though he would never let it show, never put that weight on anyone else, Taehyung worried about so many things, had so many anxieties. He was merely an expert at saving the pressure of them for times like this- when he was alone, and able to unwind. Most only saw him as a slightly dumb, bubbly, happy-go-lucky social butterfly, and he would let them. No need to shove his own concerns and insecurities into the faces of others and ruin whatever joy and amusement he provided them with.

Done with the last step in his routine, Taehyung reluctantly turned off the water, opening the curtain and reaching for the fluffy green towel on the rack near the porcelain tub. No longer singing his heart out, and the noise of the water a faint drip, the brunette could've sworn that he heard something being pounded on. Straining his ears, he listened closely, but the sound had ceased. He shook it off and began drying himself off, letting the remaining steam relax his muscles even more than the water had. Once completed, he meandered to the bedroom, tossing the damp, worn towel on the floor and shrugged on a loose t-shirt and a pair of (probably) clean blue boxers. Stretching the now relaxed muscles of his arms above his head, he let out a loud yawn. With Jimin gone, he could probably start a new anime series without all the judgement. Smiling to himself, he began to reach for his laptop, when a series of echoing bangs emitted from the front door. Confused and now annoyed, Taehyung made his was out of his room into the living area, right as the noise stopped. Gritting his teeth, he took a few calming breaths so he wouldn't smack whoever was making that goddamn noise, he slowly approached the door, before throwing it open.

"What the actual- Holy shit, Jungkook?!" He practically yelled, disbelief coloring his voice. The boy who was huddled in on himself, sitting on the ground, looked up, eyes wide and a little fearful.

"T-Taehyung?" He stammered, voice frail and rough from crying. Taehyung stood frozen, brown eyes taking in every little detail of the younger boy who hurriedly stood up, almost falling over in the process.

Jungkook's skin was paler than usual, and his hands had smears of blood all over the shaking surface. His skin-tight pants were unbuttoned, showing a sliver of his black underwear and accentuating his muscular thighs. Taehyung quickly looked away from that. The snobby boy's white shirt was ripped a little, and the collar was damp and bloodstained. All of the blood seemed to be dribbling down from the boy's open mouth, his plump lips more swollen than usual, with vibrant ruby splatters covering darker, dried blood. There was also faint traces of blood on his cheek, accentuating a scar there. Worst of all, though, was his eyes. Jungkook's wide eyes were hollow, almost scared, which contradicted literally everything Taehyung knew firsthand or through gossip about the boy, who was said to always be a cocky asshole. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and tears were still falling, though the younger kept rapidly rubbing his eyes. Though the Raven-haired boy was kinda a dick, the softhearted actor couldn't help but to feel bad for him.

What caused someone so high and mighty to fall apart like this? He thought to himself, before snapping out of his daze.

"Uh. . . Yeah," was the only response that fell past his lips, as he was too shocked to say anything of much intelligence.