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-TAEKOOK-

Broken Toy - minxxiu on AO3

"I don't know," Taehyung mumbled, face buried in his hands. This felt like the hundredth time he and Yerin had fought just in the last month.

"You don't know? What I think you mean to say is that you don't care. How do you not care about me anymore? We've been together for four years," she continued to scream, getting further into his personal space.

He groaned, but there was no malice, only exhaustion. "I know, honey, okay? I know it's been four years. I've been punctual about every anniversary. I do care about you. I care so much, but I'm telling you that I don't know what to do anymore. It's like nothing I do is ever enough for you."

She rolled her mascara-covered eyes and crossed her arms over her chest as she paced back and forth. "Well, maybe that's your problem. I mean, don't you think? It's not like I'm high maintenance. Figure it out."

Slowly, he moved his hands to his lap and his expression cleared. "Give me a hint then, Yerin. I can't do all of the work in this relationship. Tell me. What is it that you want?"

A scoff was the only noise she could muster. Taehyung had a feeling for a while now that perhaps she didn't even know what she wanted, but he wouldn't dare to call her out on it. Without a definitive final word, she left him behind to wallow in the messy scraps of their marriage while she cooked a nice dinner for herself.

The man rested his head on the back of the couch but not long after, his phone chimed with an email notification. He threw it aside, not caring if it fell to the floor or got lost in the cushions. Why the fuck did it matter anymore?

Instead, he decided to rid himself of the hateful energy that resided in the room and go read it in his home office. "Honey?" he called. No response came. Taehyung could hear the kitchen knife thud against the cutting board, so he knew she heard him. "I'm going to check an email real quick. Okay?"

Again, she didn't reply.

So, Taehyung meandered down the sharp narrow hallways of their modest home until he reached his safe space. As his shoulders practically scraped against the walls on either side of him, he wished there was more room to maneuver. Unfortunately, most of his income went to Yerin to pay for her cooking classes that she "just had to take" and her yoga classes that would "just be so good for her" and her sign language classes that were "just in case she were to need it". Not once did he oppose her decisions though now he wonders if maybe he should have.

It was unbelievably cold when he entered the room. He hated it. He sat down in his uncomfortable, rolling, faux-leather chair that squeaks with every movement and he cringed. He hated it.

The fight with Yerin had put him in a bad mood. Nonetheless, Taehyung unlocked his computer and opened his never-ending list of unread emails, rifling through them absentmindedly.

Hwang Chansung [ 8:32 AM ]
Hello, I'd like to refer you to our sponsor. We believe that you...

Whatever.

Choi Kisoo, Assistant Manager [ 2:51 PM ]
Hello, Mr. Kim. I was wondering about those files for the Jim Lee Project...

Blah, blah, blah.

Jeon Jungkook [ 7:40 PM ]
Taehyung...

The man didn't bother reading past his own name before clicking on the boy's message, heart leaping in his throat. They haven't had the chance to speak in almost two weeks due to unfortunate scheduling but this might be exactly what Taehyung needs right now. Maybe this is why he felt so tense all the time.

Jeon Jungkook [ 7:40 PM ]
Taehyung...I miss you. I need your touch, your voice, your company, your warmth in my bed. You've been so occupied with work and Yerin and you've left me all alone in this lonely house. Can you find a way for us to meet us soon? My home is your home, any time of the day.
xoxo, Your Baby Boy