Jungkook
I tiptoed out of my apartment. It was already past midnight. I carefully made my way down the stairs of the apartment building.
A few blocks away sat a brunette man with green streaks in his hair. I couldn't figure out if it was the light, or if his hair actually looked like that.
Today, I was walking quickly. Snow was falling and blanketing the area. I hurried down the street; blanket, jacket, and a thermos of soup in hand, making a beeline for the man.
"Taehyung!" I saw him raise his head and weakly smile. "Oh my god it's freezing. You need to keep warm!" It was almost weird to be motherly towards him. The only mother I've ever known is Jimin.
"Well... Where would I go?" His voice was barely above a whisper, and he was collapsing in on himself trying to keep warm.
I took him by the hand and helped him stand up.
"Where are we going?" Taehyung was stumbling over his own feet.
I was silent as I led him up the stairs of my apartment building and unlocked the door. I forced him through the doorway and down the hall to my bedroom.
"I can't stay here. This is your home." Taehyung weakly fought against my attempts to lay him down on the bed.
"Just... Stay with me." My voice was shaky and full of despair, I couldn't bear the thought of him outside, freezing to death.
"... Fine." Taehyung gave up and relaxed onto the mattress.
We both drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
*
Taehyung
I heard screaming through the bedroom door. Jimin had finally come to treat Jungkook's wounds.
Thank God.
I kept myself hidden in Jungkook's bedroom, just as he had taught me. It had been six months since he took me in.
The confrontation seemed to calm down for a while, and I heard running water.
Minutes passed, and there was fighting once again. This time, the door slammed, and Jungkook cursed to himself.
"Damn it! Why won't he just leave it alone?"
"Hey..." I emerged from his room when I knew it was safe to do so. "You know, this is the almighty Jimin. He's going to be fine." I got a short chuckle out of him.
"I can't help but worry. This is dangerous." Jungkook looked down, and welcomed me as I approached with a hug.
"I know. But, believe in him." I laid my head on top of Jungkook's, and hummed when he relaxed in my arms.
Jungkookie~
And Taehyung~
I like using pictures to show people unfamiliar with the BTS members what they look like (as if they'd be reading a fic about a fandom they don't know...), but mostly because I like looking at old, cute pictures of the boys :)
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Distraction | Yoonminseok
FanfictionThe only thing that can distract Jimin from helping Jungkook is a person with mint colored hair. ...And a blonde?