Ange ➳ jjk+kth

xxvii

My treat for you all on my birthday! 💙

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"You need to eat something Jeongguk."

The raven haired male fails to reply, bloodshot eyes trained ever so dutifully on the thin frame resting serenely upon freshly laundered sheets.

A soft sigh curls at the elder's lips, setting the tray of soup gently by the bedside table. The sound is louder than it really should be, plastic cluttering against wood that resonates against the hushed chillness of the room.

Yoongi is careful to not approach the other in rash movements, instead choosing to press a comforting palm at the other's shoulder blade.

His lips thin into a firm line, eyes resting sorrowfully at the muffled silhouette of the injured male, his body smothered in cotton blue.

"Tae'll be okay."he murmurs in assurance, his fingers pressing gently in a comforting squeeze, "He's a strong boy."

The mention of his lover's name appears to clear at the misty windows of Jeongguk's mind, his eyes glassing over for the umpteenth time, fingers trembling in his lap.

"I s-should've taken t-the bullet."he chokes out remorsefully, vision obscured through the haze of burning liquid, "I s-should've d-died..."

The mint haired male can feel his heart squeeze painfully at the younger's words, winding his arm around the expanse of other's broad shoulders, pulling the sobbing male into his grasp.

It's tough fit, the younger male much too stocky to fit snuggly into his ridiculously extended arms, but it's the minimum form of consolidation the elder could provide.'He, himself, wasn't too experienced in how to handle a crying person.

With a strained and rather awkward smile, Yoongi finds himself threading his fingers into the younger's sooted locks, hushing and cooing, "Shh. Don't say that Guk. You deserve to be here as much Taehyung deserves to."

The younger only twists his head in rebuttal at his words, a fresh onslaught of tears spilling over his milky skin, occasional hiccups eliciting from his red lips, "N-No...He m-meant to shoot me. N-Not Tae. It's m-my fault t-that I couldn't p-protect him."

"It's no one's fault but that dick. It's bad luck that Taehyung was on the receiving end of the consequences."

Jeongguk sniffles, pale fingers thumbing harshly at the slits of his eyes, fingertips moist in the bitter liquid.

It was a rather rare occasion. One that surely would never be brought up in the future with the fear of a white knuckled swing to his face. Jeongguk scarce exposed his inner, true emotions, the usual poker or angry expression masked upon his sharp features.

"I d-don't deserve him."he breathes out shakily, eyes dropping from the other's pale complexion to the still body draped in excessive blankets, "N-Never deserved him."

/ / f l a s h b a c k / /

The blond giggles, cherry lips stretching into a wide smile as he peeks teasingly at the elder, tan fingers hindering the other's vision of his ethereal features.

His hand forms a bent curtain of protection from the amused raven haired male, his soft laughs audible from the compression his palms.

"C'mon angel."Jeongguk prods gently, a fond smile painting his astonishingly red lips, "Show me your beautiful face."

His answer is nothing but a squeal when he fingers at the other's hands, playfully. They both know that the elder is more than capable of prying the blond's hands from his face but Jeongguk preferred to mask his undeniable strength before the younger.

There's a pause, Taehyung still laughing charmingly as he blinks innocently behind the gap between his index and middle finger. The mafia leader is looking at him, rather his lips, something that the blond fails to notice.

"Peek a boo!"he calls out, a delighted giggle falling from his lips at the flicker of shock that dances at the elder's expression.

Jeongguk had been rather indifferent at the other's poor attempt at frightening him but corrects his expression to a terrified one, simply to please the other.

He wasn't too keen to know what everyone would say if they had ever seen him behave so infatuatedly. The young leader can already vision the sickeningly, teasing smirks and the repulsed look upon Hoseok's face.

"Scared me so much baby."he whispers, lips jutting out into a fabricated pout as he enlarges his eyes slightly, "Kiss me better?"

Taehyung's eyes widen, guilt flooding the expanse of golden caramel as he hurries to wind his thin arms around the other's neck, pulling him into what he views as a comforting embrace.

"M'so sorry Gukkie."he mumbles into the thick fabric of the dark haired male's leather jacket.

Jeongguk yearns terribly to not snort at the other's genuine concern for his wellbeing as well as coo, touched at the ease of his trust.

"It's okay angel."he says sweetly, fingers curling at his hips to pull him away, not too far enough but enough until their forehead to touch, "Just need kisses."

The blond giggles, eyes sparkling with mirth as he nods cutely to the other's wish, "TaeTae will give kissies!"

With another endearing laugh, he leans forward to plant one open-mouthed kiss to each of the elder's cheeks, the other's puckered lips seemingly forgotten.

His ego is thoroughly bashed but the simple texture of the blond's plump lips pressed upon his skin is enough to satisfy him as a foolish grin quirks at his lips.

/ / e n d  o f  f l a s h b a c k / /

Yoongi has long disappeared from sight, concluding that his attempts at lifting the younger's mood were rather futile. However he had reminded the younger to consume the tray of food he had brought up, the objection meaning the uselessness of his hazardous trek up the stairs. His warning of shoving the tray down his throat if it weren't spotless clean by the time he came up in the next hour, was brushed away carelessly.

The raven haired male knows very well that he smells absolute putrid with the minimum hygiene included the past two days, but the thought of leaving the room and having the younger awaken when he wasn't around was much too dreadful for him to bare.

So there he stays, either slumped upon a chair or strewn beside the sleeping beauty, arms curled around his waist.

He's currently cuddling the younger, careful to not shift his thin frame in fear of tearing the fragile stitches Jin had warned him of, dark eyes sweeping the breathtaking features of his lover.

Even after Yoongi's feeble pep talk he struggled to come to ends with the thought of being worthy enough of calling the blond beauty as his.

He knows one thing for certain however. The pulsing emotions that writhe at his chest and twist at his throat are no simple fling nor feeble admiration.

Jeongguk knows very well that the emotions he holds for the other are far beyond his designated boundaries, his heart far too gone to rescue itself from the leap it had so mindlessly taken.

He does not once regret it, vision clouded with comical hearts and smudged pink to think coherently and depict the consequences of his actions.

With a wavering tone, the skin by his eyes crinkling in an affectionate smile, he pushes a strand of chocolate hair that obscures the blond's forehead, words honest and true to the core, "I love you, angel. So, so much."

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Filler af lmao.