Babygirl | t.k.

fourteen

The following morning, Taehyung awoke from a dreamless sleep, wrapped in mounds of fuzzy blankets. It felt like he was floating on a cloud, only he was in Jeongguk's bed.

The bright sun was shining down through the windows of Jeongguk's room, making Taehyung more awake every second. He tried to sit up, but as soon as he moved the reality of his situation struck him.

He groaned loudly, flopping back onto the mound of blankets.

"Jeongguk..." He whined loudly, throwing his arms up helplessly. Taehyung looked around the large room, not spotting a single sign of the vigilante.

"Jeongguk!" He yelled louder, hoping to gain his attention, wherever he might be.

Taehyung heard a quiet chuckle from outside of the door, which opened slowly.

"Good morning sleeping beauty!" Jeongguk said loudly, dragging out the 'Good'. He smiled brightly at Taehyung as he walked over to the bed, sitting down gently beside him.

"Sorry it took me so long to come up here. Art and Mew got into an argument so I was down in the kitchen trying to calm things down."

Taehyung's eyes filled with worry, but Jeongguk shook his head with a light smile. "It's alright now. It was a pretty stupid argument anyways, something about Mew forgetting to dry off properly after the shower and getting the sheets all wet." Jeongguk shrugged, bringing his right hand up to sift through Taehyung's brightly colored hair, whose eyes fluttered shut at the calming touch.

"Jimin's supposed to be on his way over here right now to check up on you and your wounds. Is anything hurting right now?"

Taehyung forced his eyes open, close to falling back asleep. He shrugged; the pain was there, but it wasn't as bad as last night. The pair met eachother's eyes, and Jeongguk leaned down and connected their lips. Their mouths moved together as one, in a kiss filled with love and compassion.

It was slow at first, but Jeongguk's motives took over as he continued to hungrily kiss Taehyung. The pair separated, touching foreheads. They were both out of breath and panting loudly.

"Woah..." Taehyung whispered, moving his left hand to wrap around the back of Jeongguk's neck. His fingers played with the tiny hairs on the back of it. Jeongguk smiled, loving the sight of his boy flustered with lips red and swollen, just from a simple kiss from the vigilante.

There was a gentle knock on the door behind Jeongguk, and he turned around to see Jimin standing in the doorway awkwardly, holding a bag full of his doctor supplies.

"Well, if this isn't a rare sight to walk in on."

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"So, you're saying to me, you and that thing are dating? What the hell is going on, Seunghyun!" Hoseok paced in front of Seunghyun, who was sitting on the couch in his apartment.

"Hoseok, Jiyong isn't a thing. He is a person. And I know it doesn't look good—"

"It doesn't look good, not at all! How in the world did you even get mixed up with him? He's a serial killer, Seunghyun. He doesn't deserve your love." Hoseok stopped his pacing, standing in front of Seunghyun. They both glared at eachother.

Seunghyun slowly got up from the couch, "If you would just stop for one second and listen to me, maybe I won't have to kick you out from my apartment. Okay?"

Hoseok was taken aback, never once did Seunghyun threaten to kick him out from his apartment. "Fine." He muttered, sitting on the coffee table beside him. Seunghyun nodded, sitting back down on the couch.

"We met on the sidewalk one day. And then you met him before we went out to eat with Taehyung. You didn't have a problem with him then, did you?"

"That was before I knew he was a freaking sadistic killer that had no morals whatsoever!" Hoseok yelled, but was quickly shushed by Seunghyun.

"You're going to wake him up, Hoseok. He needs to sleep." Hoseok shook his head, disbelief written across his face.

"I can't believe you right now, Seunghyun. Can't you see Jiyong isn't meant for you? All he's going to do it get you killed, whether it be by some enemy of his or him himself." Hoseok got up quickly, walking towards the front door of Seunghyun's apartment.

Seunghyun stared at his back, not knowing what to say. Hoseok looked over his shoulder, "I hope you realize that I'm just trying to tell you what's good for you. I know you're smart, Seunghyun. Don't let this boy corrupt you." With that, he turned back towards the door and opened it, walking out into the cold winter air.

Seunghyun sighed loudly, falling back onto his couch. He ran his hand over his face and stared at the wall. Little did he know, Jiyong wasn't asleep that whole time. He was standing in the kitchen behind them, listening to the entire argument.

A tear fell to the tile floor, and Jiyong brought his hands up to his sight. "Am I a sadistic killer...?" He whispered to himself. He looked to his knife that was in his pant waist. He brought it up in front of him, and stared at the blade.

"Hoseok's right. I don't deserve Seunghyun's love." Jiyong placed his knife back in its place, then headed out of the back door. He didn't have on a jacket, and the cold air bit at his skin. He began his journey to nowhere, walking straight into the forest behind Seunghyun's house. Behind him, he could hear the back door open and close.

"Jiyong? Jiyong! What the hell are you doing?" Seunghyun yelled loudly, beginning to run after him. Jiyong didn't spare a glance back, instead he wiped away the tears that were now freely flowing from his eyes and started to sprint away from the only person that had ever made him feel loved.

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Jeongguk's eyes opened quickly, and his breath quickened. He tried moving his arms, but they were tied above his head with chains. A man in front of him was putting a brand in hot coals, and Jeongguk felt like he was about to pass out.

"Jeongguk, this it just so you won't think of escaping again, alright? No hard feelings." The man removed the brand, which was now glowing a red-orange from the coals, and brought it over to Jeongguk. He placed it right under Jeongguk's left collarbone, and the searing pain shot through his whole body.

His breath was knocked out of him, and he couldn't find it in himself to even scream. The smell of burning flesh filled his nose, gagging him almost immediately. His vision became spotted and blurry, and before he knew it, he was passing out once again.

Jeongguk snapped out of his daze, forcing his eyes to move away from the mirror. He tried to refrain from remembering how he got that brand, but sometimes whenever he saw it, the memory would come full force. He shook his head and pulled a black tank top on and walked out of the bathroom.

"Alright, babygirl, what do you feel like eating? Art can make almost anything."

Once again, Taehyung blushed at the nickname. "Why do you call me that?" He asked gently, picking at the skin around his nails. Jeongguk sat down beside him on the bed and shrugged.

"I don't really know. Baby is pretty boring to me, and babyboy just seemed generic. So boom, I use babygirl. Are you okay with it? I can stop saying it if you want me too."

Taehyung smiled, "No, I like it. And I've been craving some pizza, actually."

Jeongguk smiled brightly, "Art makes the best pizza ever. You won't be able to stop eating it, trust me. C'mon, let's get you down to the kitchen."

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