VHope Fluffshots

Bad Day (I Got You)

I was born three months premature with underdeveloped lungs, an underdeveloped brain, a dead mother and addicted to cocaine. My mother did drugs while pregnant with me, and she went into cardiac arrest. The doctors could only save one of us, so they saved me. But because of how underdeveloped I was, doctors fought for about two months to keep me alive in the NICU. That's what my dad told me.

Now, I have shitty motor control, shitty speech and shitty lungs. Everyone is scared of me except for Park Jimin and his boyfriend, Min Yoongi. Yoongi puts up with me because of Jimin and my boyfriend.

Somehow, after twelve years of being feared by everyone, I managed to get a boyfriend. Jung Hoseok isn't the type of boy someone like me should  be with. He's an eighteen-year-old delinquent; tattoos, leather, and a [former] fuckboy. He drinks, parties, smokes and skips classes with his friends Kim Namjoon and Jeon Jungkook. Although, he has a job at the music shop in the mall and I go see him whenever he's working. Still, even after three years, I feel like I'm being played sometimes.

At school, we don't know each other. I'd pass him in the courtyard and feel his eyes burn into my back as his friends make fun of me. Hoseok hates it when they make fun of me, but he doesn't want them to know about our relationship. I don't blame him.

Home is different. At home, my dad loves Hoseok and always jokes that we're already a married couple (his dad thinks so, too). Dad doesn't care about Hoseok's background; he understands that Hoseok makes me happy and that's all  he wants for me, since my life is a little shitty. Hoseok's parents are divorced; his mom was a raging homophobe who disowned Hoseok after he came out to her (the main reason why he is the way he is now). His dad is a bit of a hippy, but he loves me and appreciates all the good I've done Hoseok; he smokes a lot less, drinks on occasion and doesn't sleep with anything that moves (I don't count, Hoseok says). Mr Jung is literally my father-in-law (almost) and he never once judged me on the way I am.

Today was hard. My mind wouldn't sync up with my legs, and I fell trying to get out of bed. I laid on the ground and listened to my dad rush up the stairs. "It's going to be one of those days, huh Tae?" he sighed, pulling me off the ground and sitting me on my bed. I nodded and hugged him. "If it gets worse, Hobi will rescue you. You know that. But just hang in there." He patted my head and set out a pair of joggers and one of Hoseok's pullovers that I stole. It took me an hour to get ready since I was slower than usual.

"Oh, shit! Taehyung!" Jimin gasped as I tripped over nothing and landed hard on the ground. He was standing with Yoongi outside the front of the school, and the two of them rushed over to help me on my feet. Jimin pulled me into a hug, rubbing my arms as he pulled a way to look up at me. "Come on, we'll walk you to your locker. Hold my hand," he said gently as Yoongi took my oxygen tank and wheeled it along the halls. The ball of anxiety was starting to tighten in my chest as I felt all the stares of the other students in the halls, and my eyes started to water. It was slow going up to the second floor; we had to stop multiple times so that I could breathe. When we reached my locker, Jimin unlocked it for me and gave me another hug. "You'll be okay, TaeTae. Love you," he said quietly. "L-love you t-t-too," I mumbled as he walked to first class with Yoongi.

I heard everyone's whispers as I closed my locker and leaned against it, feeling my anxiety worsen and take over. I couldn't hold my tears anymore; they fell like water rushing a broken dam. I collapsed onto the floor by my oxygen tank and sobbed into my knees. I needed my Angel; Hobi knows how to make everything better. But he's not here. I would have seen him smoking with Namjoon and Jungkook if he showed up today. The bell rang and no one noticed the crying disabled kid at the foot of his locker; other students avoided me like the plague. I only sobbed even harder. Why did today have to be so hard?

"Hey, Baby," an all too familiar voice cooed as strong arms wrapped themselves around me. Kisses were planted into my fluffy hair and I let out a whimper. "H-Hobi~," I managed to whimper. Hoseok pulled my face out of my knees and I was met with his worried brown eyes. "Yoongi called me and told me what happened this morning. I'm taking you home," he explained as he kissed my lips. He picked up my bag and pulled me to my feet, wrapping one arm around me as he led me out of the school and to his truck.

I held Hoseok's hand on the way to his house and stayed silent, focusing on the world flashing by as he drove.  "Baby, tell me what's wrong when we get home, okay?" he asked randomly, glancing at me for a second. "O-ok-kay-y," I replied, squeezing his hand a little. Hoseok grinned and squeezed mine three times; 'I love you.' I replied with three more squeezes, and he hummed.

"HoHo, why aren't you-Jung Hoseok, you are not making Taehyung skip! What is wrong with you?" Mr Jung said as we entered the kitchen. "No, Dad. My Baby's having a bad day and I rescued him," Hoseok simply replied, setting my bag on the kitchen table. Mr Jung knows what that means. His expression turned soft as he noticed the tear tracks on my cheeks. "These days suck, don't they?" he simply said as he gave me a hug. I nodded and let go, immediately getting folded into Hoseok's tattooed arms. "Baby, let's go rest."

I laid down on Hoseok's bed and watched him change into sweatpants and no shirt. The tattooed vines on his back seemed to move as he pulled his sweatpants on. He turned around and laid down next to me, making cute grabby hands. "Come here," he whined, making me giggle as I cuddled up to him like always. Once I was situated, Hoseok turned serious. "Tell me what's wrong." I sighed and traced the tattoo on his side. "Just...toda-ay h-has to b-be so h-ha-hard. I-I-I hate I-it-t. Why-y does th-this ha-have to ha-ha-ha-hap-pen-n?" I mumbled. The tears returned, falling onto Hoseok's chest. "Shh, my Baby. It's okay. I got you, remember? No matter what, I got you. I love you," he said, hugging me tight and kissing my head. "Let's sleep for now, and maybe you'll be back on track when you wake up, yeah?" I nodded against his chest and he pulled the covers up over us. "I love you, Baby."

As I caressed Hoseok's chest, lulling him and myself to sleep, I couldn't help but smile. Hoseok's always been there for me, no matter what. I do have him, even through the hard days, just like he has me. I love Jung Hoseok.

So, this gave me an idea of a good book. So I might delete this if you want this turned into a book. It would be called Dangerous/Damaged, maybe. Idk yet. Hope you like it!!!! Happy Days!

-Tae