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little!taehyung (mental age 1-3)//caregiver!jungkook

ok an angst warning and mentions of past self-harm are now in place. if you feel uncomfortable with these themes then please do not read this chapter. thank you :)

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Jungkook never cried.

He was always the manly man that everyone aspired to be like. He was tall, good looking, muscular. But, above all, he was Taehyung's rock.

Jungkook had saved Taehyung from what could be the roughest time of his life, and Taehyung had always shown his gratitude for what Jungkook had done for him. Now, Taehyung wasn't like the stereotypical image of what a 'man' should be.

He cried - a lot - and he let his feelings show. Jungkook could always tell when something was wrong with Taehyung, and his habit of slipping into little space just so happened to further outline his weaker and emotional side.

Therefore, Jungkook was always the more stable and stronger one in their relationship, always there to pick Taehyung up when he fell (be it literally or metaphorically). And Jungkook never really liked showing his feelings anyway, never had anyone who cared enough to notice.

But sometimes even the manliest of men needed a good cry, and Taehyung just happened to find Jungkook when he was.

Jungkook didn't even know what he was crying about, but he was and he needed it. Taehyung had gone to bed hours ago, feeling littler than usual and needing Jungkook to read him a bedtime story and tuck him in, and the youngest of the two soon figured out why he was crying.

Seeing Taehyung, after everything he's been through, and seeing how much he's changed and how much stronger he's become just struck a chord in Jungkook.

He loved Taehyung so so much, and he never wanted to lose him. And all those times that he almost had made Jungkook realise just how lucky he was to have Taehyung.

"Why's Daddy cwying?" A small voice came from the hallway, and Jungkook immediately looked up from his hands to see Taehyung standing in the doorway to the living room, mint green sweater hanging low over his pale thighs as he rubbed his eyes.

"Daddy's not crying, babydoll," Jungkook lied, and his cracking voice gave it away that it was lie.

Taehyung pulled his fists down from his eyes and frowned at Jungkook.

"Now Daddy's wying," he pouted, waddling over to Jungkook and climbing into his lap uninvited.

From Jungkook's lap, Taehyung leaned over to the coffee table, and Jungkook held onto his hips to keep him from falling off, and grabbed a tissue from the tissue box, holding it up to Jungkook's nose.

"Bwow, Daddy," he ordered sternly, but Jungkook could never take Taehyung seriously with that cute little pout on his face.

Nevertheless, he blew into the tissue, and Taehyung didn't no what to do with it, so he gave it back to Jungkook, who smiled at the innocent action.

"Daddy tell me wus wong?" Taehyung asked, cocking his head to the side and Jungkook's eyes filled with tears as the collar of Taehyung's sweater fell over his collarbone and scars from his own self-inflicted injuries from years ago were revealed to Jungkook yet again.

"Daddy just loves you very much, angel," Jungkook said, pulling Taehyung further up his thighs so he could wrap his arms around the older securely. He was scared that if he held Taehyung any lighter, the boy would disappear forever. "And he doesn't want to lose you."

Taehyung fiddled with the sleeves of his sweater and Jungkook lightly gripped onto one of his wrists, pulling up the sleeve to reveal more scars. They were definitely starting to fade now, but Jungkook would always see them just as clear as they were when he first did all those years ago.

He closed his eyes, and tears fell from his closed eyelids and onto Taehyung's arm, and the little didn't know what to do.

"'M sowwy, Daddy," he whined, and Jungkook didn't need to look up to know that his baby was crying.

But he did look up. Because how could someone not look up at someone as beautiful as Taehyung?

"Don't apologise, baby, please don't," Jungkook sniffled, cupping Taehyung's face in his hands and wiping away his tears with his thumbs. "Daddy's just being silly; this isn't your fault."

"I-If I didn't do it, den Daddy wouldn't be sad 'bout it," Taehyung hiccuped and Jungkook shushed him lightly.

"Baby, it doesn't matter that you did it; that's in the past now," he reassured softly, despite his own tears still fresh on his cheeks. "What matters is that you're getting better, and that you're stronger than you were then. Daddy's so proud of his little boy, it's unbelievable."

Taehyung's glossy eyes scanned Jungkook's face, and all Jungkook could do was give him a small smile. The younger's face was red and the skin around his eyes looked irritated, not to mention his bloodshot eyes, and Taehyung couldn't believe he was the cause of this.

"I-I've hurt Daddy so much," he cried, and Jungkook took to stroking his hair to calm Taehyung down. "T-That's what b-bad boys do; I'm a bad boy!"

"Taehyung, baby, no," Jungkook shook his head as his hands still cupped his baby's face. "You're the best little boy ever, sweetheart, and none of this was your fault. You didn't hurt me, baby - you could never hurt me. The naughty voices in your head hurt me with all the mean things they were saying to you. But you told Daddy and that makes you such a good boy, TaeTae. You'll always be Daddy's good boy."

Taehyung just cried more at that, launching himself at Jungkook and crying into his caregiver's chest once he had his arms wrapped around his neck. Jungkook himself had to bite his lip to refrain from sobbing as he rubbed Taehyung's back in reassuring circles.

"That's it, baby boy, let it all out, darling; Daddy's here," he said in a hushed voice.

The two ended up falling asleep right there on the couch, curled up in eachother's arms with tear-stained faces and t-shirts, but when Jungkook woke up and saw Taehyung clinging to him like a sleepy koala bear, he almost started crying again.

Taehyung was his everything, and Jungkook was sure to put up one Hell of a fight before he lost him.

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please take care of yourselves :)