Taekook Oneshots

Marionette

You got me tied down stringed up
Like a marionette

Taehyung never realised that he was being caught up in a web of lies until it was far too late to back out. He was scared of what would happen if be tried to escape, but there was no other way to move on. And he knew that. There was no way to hide from the truth.

He was trapped.

Found me lying on an endless pathway

They'd first met maybe four years ago, when Taehyung had just been kicked out of his family home, moments after coming out to his parents. It had been his father who reacted most strongly, demanding that such 'filth' be removed from the house. Taehyung had lay there, broken and bruised, and he had come to save the shattered soul.

His half brother was unable to help, as he was relying on financial aid from their parents to buy a house and start his life. That aid would stop the moment he welcomed Taehyung into the house. So he was Taehyung's only option. 

And decided to help I don't know why

He gave Taehyung a home, provided him with food and water and love. And Taehyung had no choice in the matter. He slowly began to fall in love, and there was no backing out of such a thing. By the time he realised what was happening, it was too late.

I'm too weak to throw this away

He was already addicted.

You could send me to hell at the blink of an eye

Taehyung knew his emotions weren't anything to be proud of. He wasn't supposed to fall for the man that turned out to be worse than anyone could've expected. The man that changed how he acted the moment he had something to hold just in front of Taehyung, something to force the younger male to stay with. It was like blackmail.

But somehow, Taehyung still saw the hope. He still believed that it as a temporary change. He still trusted the elder.

That, as he would find out, was a mistake.

My body's floating on open water and it's 'coz of you

"Oh my god, Tae, what the fuck happened?"

Bruises covered his body like a particularly messy cubist painting, shades of blue, red and purple dotting over his skin in random places, interspersed with yellow and black. A huge, still bleeding wound across his stomach hung open like a sinister smile, his shirt ripped so high that it was impossible to miss. A broken arm.

And an even more broken heart.

I'm debris, you know it, what can I do

"Jin hyung, please. You've got to help me," Taehyung pleaded, and his half brother nodded, choosing not to ask questions and leading the younger into his home clinic, yelling out in a panicked tone to his husband of two years. (He'd kept that relationship a secret to protect himself, until they were able to support themselves and the clinic).
"Namjoon, grab every bandage and medical cream we own within the next five seconds, or I will divorce you!" he screeched, hands flying to pull away dirtied clothing to help stop infection.

"What's happened?"
"It's Taehyung! He needs our help! And quickly!"
"Shit!" There was the sound of a crash, and another muffled expletive, and then Namjoon himself burst through the door of the clinic, various pieces of medical equipment in his arms (some of it nearly falling out due to his haste).