VIXX One-Shot Café (Requests Open!)

His/Mine (WONTAEK)

Pairing: WonTaek (whoa not Hongbin?? its a miracle)
Requested by: my gf ^^
Genre: angst, damaged relationship, ...gang au?? idk but mostky angst. like.. it's really angsty. im not sorry im an angsty little shit
Wordcount: 1,675

He hated doing this. He seriously felt like he was using the poor soul just so he could go out and do everything all over again, to get himself hurt all over again, but here he is. It's as if his feet couldn't take him anywhere else, Just to this all too familiar doorstep. Taekwoon. He knew Taekwoon could help him, but he hated that this was the only reason he ever saw him anymore. They used to be so close, but with all that's happened, all Taekwoon has recently been to him was just his own personal doctor. Someone to patch him up. There was no more saying 'I love you' to the older. There was no more staying the night, no more hushing the soft whimpers and cries that Taekwoon let out at late hours, on nights where his depression got a little too cumbersome. No more drying Taekwoon's tears, telling him everything would be okay, giving him sweet little kisses and holding him in a tight embrace, letting him cry into his shoulder. No more taking late night or early morning walks around town when Taekwoon couldn't sleep. No more nights where simple talking turned to kissing which turned to something more, so much more that by the end of it they would be laying there, out of breath, grasping sleepily at eachother until that sleepiness finally took over. He used to protect Taekwoon, as the older was so clueless, so fragile, and didn't quite know how to protect himself. He never thought Taekwoon would have to be the one helping him. He was older, but much more innocent, so kind. He didn't deserve to see this, but he still showed up. Because he knew Taekwoon was willing to help him. He always was. He never missed Taekwoon's soft mutters of 'I love you' or 'please be safe' or 'don't leave' or even just a simple 'no' as he walked out the door, leaving Taekwoon inside. It pained him to do this, to go and get hurt, come back to Taekwoon, and do it all over again. He couldn't stop. It had started to become an excuse to see Taekwoon. He's gotten himself into a situation he can't easily get out of. It was his fault. His fault that he joined his 'friends' in the 'gang' they had formed because all he thougjt it was was a joke. Taekwoon had told him not to, begged him not to. He wasn't wrong, he should have listened to Taekwoon.
He lifted a hand and took a deep breath before knocking on the wooden door in front of him. His hand dropped back down to his side and he looked down at his feet. He heard the click of the door unlocking and he felt his heart rate pick up, looking back up to face the door. The door opened slowly and he stepped backwards, just a little bit. Taekwoon stood there, dressed in a black long sleeved shirt and a pair of black sweatpants. A soft sigh fell from his lips. 

"Wonsik.."

The same greeting as always. Taekwoon always used to call Wonsik cute little pet names, tge way boyfriends did, the way boyfriends were supposed to. He was hurt, and Wonsik knew this. He knew Taekwoon was hurt worse than any physical scars Wonsik had. Taekwoon grabbed Wonsik's hand and pulled him inside and to his bathroom, flicking on the lights so he could see better. He brought a hand to Wonsik's face, gently tracing a finger along a small cut beneath his eye near a bruise. Taekwoon was always wondering what happened, but he never asked. He knew the answer wouldn't come anyways.

"Don't I tell you to be more careful?"

Taekwoon's words held no emotion. A hatred, no fear, no sadness, no anger, no concern, nothing, but Wonsik still let his eyes look at the wall behind Taekwoon. He felt like he was being scolded, yelled at despite the fact Taekwoon's voice was soft, woulf have maybe been inaudible had the house not been silent. It was just the same as always. Another sigh fell from Taekwoon as he turned to get something. Wonsik looked back at the older, watching as he turned back to face Wonsik, a split second of eye contact occurred before Taekwoon got to work, gently cleaning the skin around a deep cut on his arm and putting a bit of antibiotic onto it. It stung, burned even, and Wonsik winced. Taekwoon's gentle fingertips left Wonsik's skin and he looked at him with concern in his eyes. He was glad, but it hurt him to know Taekwoon still cared, despite his horrible he had been to the older.

"I'm okay."

Taekwoon nodded and went back to work. He worked meticulously and skillfully. Once he was done, he turned to wash his hands. Afterwards, he flicked the bathroom light off and went back to his living room, sitting on the couch and putting on his headphones and closing his eyes. Wonsik stood behind the couch, watching him.