the golden boy \\ kth ff

almost

loser- big bang  
you guys are going love this one (;
Eunjin POV

"Tae!" I yell, tears decreasing my vision as I stumble to his aid. I kneel next to him and lift his head onto my lap carefully, holding his face in my hands. He has a swollen, purple eye, a bloody gash on his previously flawless left cheek, crimson liquid staining his full lips, and he feels very warm to the touch. He coughs into his pale hand, revealing more of his blood after he removes his hand from his mouth, the sharp red color contrasting the golden pigment of his skin.

"Eunjin.." he mutters through bloody coughs. I feel more tears threatening to spill, this time from my face onto his.

"I'm here Tae.. Do you want to go to a hospital? There's one near by, I can carry you and-"

"No.. Take.. me home." are the only words that escape his red lips.

"But, you're really hurt! You need proper care!"

"It's fine.. I'm fine," he says weakly as he stumbles to his feet. I scurry to my own tiny feet and throw his arm around my shoulder to support him as we limp away slowly from this mess and the bad stuff and bad people. Sometime on the way there, he passes out, leaving me to fend for myself through the stares of judgmental passerbys as I struggle to remember where this bloody mess of a boy who I've moved onto my back resides.

When we arrive at a vaguely familiar house, I don't hesitate to approach it. I search Taehyung's pockets for a key, and after I find one I pray that this is his house. I plunge the key into the key hole, and to my delight, the door is unlocked. I hurry into his house, immediately being enveloped by the same clean, spring-like smell that he carries around and I love it. However, I don't take the time to bask in this scent. I plop Taehyung on the couch and check his forehead, which, to my dismay, is getting increasingly warm. I comb through his bathroom in search of rubbing alcohol, some towels, and medicine to decrease his fever. He seemed to be fine earlier at school, but I vaguely remember seeing him cough lightly to himself, and his body heat radiating stronger than usual. I scold myself for being so caught up in the fact that he was there and alive and smiling to notice as I waddle back to him. I find him conscious and propping himself up when I arrive.

"How are you feeling?" I bring myself to ask as I set down everything I've gathered, and to my surprise, he smiles weakly.

"Well, I have a fever, my head's pounding, and there's blood all over my blue and black face so I'd say I'm feeling pretty great." he says with a weak chuckle followed by a harsh cough.

"Hmm, what a time to be alive, huh?" I say to him with a small smile, relieved that he's okay enough to joke around, as I take his face in one hand and dab the towel with alcohol to clean his face and wounds, the proximity of our faces causing a slight blush to creep onto my face.

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whalien 52- bts
take it slow- red velvet

Once I finish cleaning him up, after much of his whining and flinching from the sting of the alcohol, I go into his kitchen for water and anything cold he can put on his face. However, I find nothing but a bag of frozen peas in his freezer and decide it will have to do.

As I walk back to his living room, I notice picture frames of a beautiful woman I've never seen before with Tae. There's one where Tae is a baby and he's being held by her, her face exuding happiness. And another where he's slightly older, possibly 6 or 7, posing with characters at an amusement park with her. As I go along the wall, I notice that it's mostly the two of them alone through the years, as if they only had each other.