| Abused Love | {vkook/taekook ff}

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(a/n: LOOK AT THIS FLUFF! ^

back with another chapter! oh yeahhhhh 😎)

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yoongi waited in the lobby, reading magazines as i walked the older to the x-ray room. jungkook wasn't acting like himself, what was wrong?

"alright Mr. Jeon, wait outside this door, i will only be a few minutes." the doctor informed, flipping through his clipboard of papers. jungkook nodded his head and stood very still.

i stood beside him, maybe he was nervous after all. i was humming a tune and waiting for the doctor to return when i felt a big hand gripping onto mine. i looked up with furrowed eyebrows, jungkook was zoned out and staring into the room ahead of him, did he not notice he was crushing my hand? (maybe i was being dramatic but still, his hand was very tightly squeezing mine).

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i was nervous. i had a big fear of hospitals and stuff like that ever since i was a little boy, i don't know why.. without thinking twice, i grabbed the olders small soft, cold hand and gripped it tightly (for comfort? i don't know..) i felt his eyes on me, i just pretended i didn't notice and kept my sight focused on the x-ray machine in the room. to be honest, i though he would let go and step away, but he actually clenched my hand tightly back, despite how awkward it was, i didn't mind holding his hand for comfort..

i let go as the doctor retuned. "okay, jungkook, please come in here with me." taehyung stepped back and i walked into the dark room, the door closing behind me. stop it jungkook.. it's just a room, you're fine.. just a dark room, who cares? hah not me! "okay, i'll get you to remove your shoes, socks, etc." i did as he said, and placed my stuff on the floor. my eyes widened, my foot was HUGE! there was diffidently something wrong there.. "and now, if you can, set your foot on this table and we will begin the x-rays." i nodded and set my foot on the table as required.

every time he needed a different angle, he would twist my foot causing me to cuss under my breath, i hated it.

"okay, that's all we need. if you could just get your stuff back on and wait in the lobby for about ten minutes, i'll let you know the scoop." he informed me, and left the room.

i winced as i slipped my timberlands back on and opened the door to still see the older brunette waiting. "how did it go?"

"it fucking hurt. he kept twisting my ankle around like crazy and it hurt!" i pursed my lips and the older giggled. "i have to wait in the lobby, you as you're boyfriend can leave now, they won't tell me "the scoop" until like 10 minutes soo.."

taehyung raised a brow, "and how will you get home? you're definitely not walking back."

"and why the fuck do you care? i don't take orders from you you little fag, so back off yeah?" i shoved past him and went to the lobby and plopped myself into the chair at the back corner.

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feeling hurt by his words for some reason, (they never bothered me that much before, why did it hurt so much now?) my blood boiled as i stomped to the lobby and took the magazine from yoongis hands. the confused elder looked up at me, my face burning red, he raised a brow.

"we're leaving hyung, let's go." i pulled him up from his seat and walked a few steps.

"but what about mr. broken foot?" yoongi asked as i pulled him along.

"he wants me to fuck off? fine, that's what i'm doing. he can deal with it, such a petty bitch." taehyung practically yelled as he stormed out of the hospital. yoongi hasn't seen taehyung react like that for a long time, and let's just say, yoongi was glad that taehyung stood up for himself.

(a/n: sorry this is a really short chapter!)