atelophobia | kth + jhs

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Throughout the process of around 2 weeks, Hoseok had managed to put his house up for sale, deciding to sell the house furnished as moving his stuff into Taehyungs was pointless - as long as Taehyung had a bed they could both sleep in they would be fine.

Standing infront of what used to be Hoseoks house Taehyung placed an arm around Hoseoks waist, kissing the top of his head.

Walking over to now both their houses Taehyung tugged on Hoseoks hand, pulling him towards the kitchen table and sitting him down.

His fingers traced the edge of a cabnet against the wall before his hands reached for a glass, placing it underneath the tap and filling it with water.

Turning around to face Hoseok Taehyung gently put the drink down next to Hoseoks hands. Giving Hoseok a small smile Taehyung reached into his pocket before placing one of Hoseoks pills next to the drink.

Looking up from his hands to Taehyungs face Hoseok suddenly felt small, bringing the pill to his lips before swallowing down his drink

Taehyungs stare was harsh on Hoseoks figure, eyes almost laced seemingly with fear. Wiping his mouth against the back of his sleeve Hoseok struggled to find his words.

"C-Can I have them?"

Hoseok didn't know how Taehyung had managed to grab hold of his pills, the most reasonable explanation would have been whilst they were clearing out Hoseoks bathroom.

Taehyungs face grew sad, "No, not after what you did last time."

Shamed washed over every fibre in Hoseoks body, eyes adverting towards his lap. It was stupid of him, the old him - abusing the prescribed drug which was a selfless act.

Hoseoks breath hitched as Taehyungs hands snaked around his waist, lifting him up on the kitchen table. Wrapping his legs around Taehyungs body out of instinct Hoseok refused to meet the youngers strong gaze.

"I'm scared you might do something stupid again." Taehyungs soft voice spoke into Hoseoks ear, his hands running up and down Hoseoks sides causing the elder to shiver at the touch.

Hoseok had to admit he didn't like how Taehyung mistrusted him with his own medication, but Taehyungs sudden grip now on Hoseoks wrists and eyes glazing with tears told him that Taehyung was terrified about losing someone he loved to something so sad as an overdose.

"I'm feeling a lot happier," Hoseok smiled a genuine smile. "you don't need to worry about me anymore."

"I don't think I'll ever be able to stop worrying about you." Taehyung admitted, his fingers repossessing their position around Hoseoks waist.

At that Hoseok smiled, his body heating up in anticipation. Leaning forward Hoseoks lips ghosted over Taehyungs, his hot breath fanning over the youngers plush heart shaped ones.

Closing his eyes Taehyung felt an all familiar feeling in his chest rise up to his neck, pulling back suddenly as a heavy cough ripped through his throat.

His hands frantically move from Hoseoks waist to cover his mouth, Hoseoks eyes widened watching Taehyung gag vigorously into his own palm.

Shakily pulling his palm away from his mouth thick blood surfaced past Taehyungs lips, trailing down his chin

"T-Taehyung that's blood."

Taehyung stared at his slightly shaking palm, his face distorting in pain as a whimper left his lips, wide doe eyes glazed with fright boring into Hoseoks own.

Hoseok felt like he couldn't move, eyes ripping from Taehyungs and onto the blood staining the youngers chin and palm.

At the sound of Taehyungs hand coming in contact with the edge of the table for support Hoseok suddenly snapped, grabbing Taheyungs wrist and pulling him towards the bathroom.

Fumbling with the door handle Hoseok rushed into the room, pressing Taehyung against the sink incase he was sick again.

Reaching for the the tap Hoseok frantically turned on the faucet, holding Taehyungs hands underneath them whilst his chest pressed against Taehyungs back - not wanting the younger to collapse.

Taehyungs face grew pale, eyes fluttering open and closed. Leaning his head back onto Hoseoks shoulder a loud gasp of discomfort left his lips, mouth considerably red.

Hoseok quickly grabbed some tissue paper, wetting it before bringing it to Taehyungs face, wiping away the blood staining his chin and neck.

The youngers burning head looked up from its position on Hoseoks shoulder, eyes meeting the distraught look on Hoseoks face as he attempted to wipe away the red liquid - his hand on Taehyungs body tightening.

Blooded tissue littered the bathroom floor, Hoseok carefully stepped over the mess whilst pulling a stumbling Taehyung out of the bathroom.

Taehyungs head hung low, a look of such sadness painting his features.

"H-Hoseok." The younger cried out, voice hoarse and laced with fear. "Don't speak, it'll hurt your throat." Hoseok quietened, kissing Taehyungs temple before lifting him up into his arms and walking up the stairs into their bedroom.

Hoseok placed Taehyung down on the bed, the slightly shaking boy now looking up at him with scared eyes.

Standing beside the bed Hoseoks fingers grasped the zipper of Taehyungs jacket, sliding it off the thin males small frame.

From the corner of his sight, Hoseok noticed Taehyungs eyes widen slightly.

"D-Don't." Taehyung whimpered out, attempting to push Hoseoks hands away from taking off his shirt.

Hoseok couldn't listen to the boys please, Taehyungs skin burnt wherever he touched him. Pulling the shirt over Taehyungs head the younger was too tired to physically fight, fat tears spilling down his cheeks as sobs left his trembling lips.

Throwing Taehyungs clothes into the corner of the room he decided to leave Taehyungs too big for him joggers on. Removing his own jacket Hoseok reached for the same blanket he had placed over Taehyung last time before lying down on the bed.

Taehyung immediately pressed himself
into Hoseoks chest, fingers curling around his shirt. A tired sigh left Taehyungs lips, a feeling of safety finally evading his senses - yet something lingered in the air, something dark which Taehyung was used to by now.

Pressing his face against Hoseoks neck Taehyung found comfort in Hoseoks smell, shivering as his legs came in contact with Hoseoks own - tangling underneath the thin blanket in the process.

It was silent. Hoseok lay still, waiting for the younger to fall limp in his arms and for his breathing to slowly even.

That's when Hoseok let out a quiet cry into Taehyungs soft hair, hands tightening around his body incase Taehyung disappeared from his sight at any moment.

It was only now, that Hoseok
finally noticed the dark
lingering presence which
had always possessed
Taehyungs thoughts,
ripping apart his self esteem
and planting seeds of
hatred deep in the depths
of his mind which
would soon blossom and drain
every last piece of hope
Taehyung grasped on to.