pretty boy - taejin

19

Jimin's husband smelled horrible.

He had refused to come out of Seokjin's guestroom for the past day, and when he did, he smelt of tears, sweat, and death.

"Namjoon, go take a shower." Seokjin chided, ruffling Namjoon's hair back to life. "You look like you just murdered someone and the guilt has overtaken you."

Namjoon's eyes welled up with tears and Seokjin immediately regretted his choice of words. He clutched his stomach and let out a breathy wail, "I killed my baby."

"Ah—no, that's not your fault." Seokjin said, hugging the younger despite the stench of a stray dog coming off of him, and the slight scent of hospital still on him. "Calm down, Joon, let's go get you washed up first."

And so Seokjin helped Namjoon bathe, after a lot of awkward silence. Namjoon didn't seem to notice, as he kept sniffling and staring blankly at the white tiled walls of the bathtub as Seokjin rubbed his body clean. When he dried up, Namjoon tried hiding back in his room, but Seokjin demanded to clean the room before going back. Namjoon fell asleep on Seokjin's bed, and Seokjin tidied up Namjoon's smelly and dirty room. By the time he was done, he found Namjoon sitting in the living room, sipping a cup of cold water and shifting his legs uneasily.

"What's up?" Seokjin asked as he walked across the room. "Need anything?"

Namjoon's eyes were bright. "I can feel him, Seokjin. Jimin's alive." He cupped his belly and a pretty giggle left the younger's coral lips. "He's coming here right now!"

Seokjin's stomach dropped. "But it hasn't been twenty four hours ye—"

He was cut off as someone knocked cleanly at the door. Two raps, followed by silence, followed by two more. Namjoon gasped and jumped to his feet, swinging the door open before Seokjin could disagree.

"Jimini—"

Seokjin shrieked as a loud, growling Jimin leaped on top of Namjoon, causing Namjoon to groan in pain. The noise caused Taehyung to dash down the stairs, hair still tousled and eyes groggy with sleep.

"H-help!" Namjoon cried out, arms scrabbling on Jimin's bare back. Seokjin tensed: something was wrong.

The boy on top of Namjoon was definitely not Jimin.

-

Taehyung was awoken by a loud shriek, followed by muffled cries of pain. He instantly jumped off his bed and half-slid, half-stumbled down the stairs in an attempt to get to the noises of distress.

"Help!" Namjoon cried, tears spilling down his cheeks. "J-Jimin no!"

Taehyung's eyes flared red as he shoved Seokjin behind the couch roughly, hearing the little breath from his lips escape at the impact. He leaped above the couch, knowing that Seokjin was safe, and dived on top of Jimin, hooking his hands under Jimin's arms and tossing the light male towards the wall.

Namjoon immediately scrambled to his knees, eyes wide with shock. He looked completely shaken up, trembling from head to toe, eyes filled with something of pure terror.

"Run!" Taehyung snapped, glowering at Seokjin who poked his head out from behind the couch.

Namjoon snapped and followed Seokjin, and the two humans ran up the stairs clumsily. As they hid, Taehyung whirled back to Jimin, who was regaining focus from Taehyung's sudden attack.