Bookworm | Taekook

12

TH POV

I was running behind Jungkook. Our hands were connected, and I could hear his laugh echoing through the apartment complex. Although I wanted to stay like that and drown in the sound of his laughter, I was utterly confused. So confused, that my legs stopped moving.

Before I knew it, I was face down on the concrete with a pounding headache. After a few moments, I could identify exactly where I was bleeding due to the immense throbbing. I was afraid to get up, but Jungkook was trying to pull me to my feet so I complied.

"Tae! Are you okay? Oh my, I'm so sorry..." he kept mumbling and avoiding eye contact, examining the wounds I had obtained from the fall. He looked so sad and guilty.

"Hey. Hey. Hey!" Jungkook stopped patting me down to look me in the eye at my suddenly loud voice.

"Sorry..." he looked down once again.

"Stop that, look at me. I'm okay!" I showed my teeth and stretched my limbs out. I was undeniably sore, but nothing I couldn't manage. "I just need a few bandages and I'll be good."

"O-okay, let's go get some..." Jungkook seemed unsure, but led me back upstairs to the apartment he came out of.

"Is this... your place?" He smiled and pulled out a keychain.

"It is, but it's nothing much." He proceeded to unlock the door and stand aside to let me in.

With my first step, my nose was invaded with the smell of vanilla. Not that I minded, though. Glancing around, it was fairly empty. No pictures or paintings save one Big Bang poster I can see through a doorway that I assumed led to Jungkook's bedroom.

"Here, sit down and I'll bring the first aid kit." Jungkook patted a stool in his kitchen before he disappeared into some other room.

As soon as my butt hit the cold metal of the stool, Jungkook was back at my side with a white case in his hands.

"I, um... I'm really sorry about this..." Jungkook was looking down again, and though he looked attractive at all angles, he needed to stop looking down and start looking at me.

"It's fine, silly. I'm jyst clumsy. Let's get me bandaged up!" I flashed him a smile before holding out my scraped hands.

"This will probably sting a little..." Jungkook seemed unsure so I assured him.

"I'm a big boy! I can handle a little disinfectant!" I giggled and awaited the cold, yet burning sensation that was soon to come.

But I wasn't quite as prepared as I thought I was.

As soon as the wet cotton came into contact with my bloodied hands, I screeched in pain and Jungkook ended up on the ground. Because I kicked him.

"What kind of disinfectant is this?! Oh my god it hurts!" I rushed to the sink to wash it off and hopefully soothe the burning.

"Tae... I thought you could handle it?" Jungkook struggled, and failed, to keep in a laugh.

"Hey! It's not my fault! You have some weird, extra strength stuff or something!" I crossed my arms in defense.

"Tae, it's just a normal disinfectant." Jungkook patted his clothes down after standing up, obviously a little sore from falling so hard.

"You're lying." I wouldn't give up. My pride was at stake.

"Here, you can read the bottle." Sure enough, it was the same thing I keep at my house.

"W-well! It must be cursed then! I don't react like that normally!" I felt a blush creep onto my face.

"Magic? Hm, I guess you must be right." Jungkook chuckled and walked up to me. "How about we just wash them with soap, then? Don't want some evil wizard to keep you from staying healthy."

"...yeah..." my face was bright red from the teasing, but I just couldn't fight back anymore. I was too embarrassed. "Stupid wizard."

A/n:
Well, I'm back again, with another short chapter that nobody cares about because it's just filler anyway. Aha!

Anyway, thanks for reading! I'll be getting to further the ACTUAL plot very soon, which is exciting. I hope somebody actually likes this story and I'm not just writing to myself right now (- -;)