TwoTeaspoonsOfSuga - ao3
Top!Tae comforting his baby Bottom!Jungkook after he injured his heel in London.
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It happened in a blur that had not yet been smeared into focus. Hindsight would have been a wonderful thing, if Jungkook were to have it before it all unfolded. Without hindsight he had been running barefoot down the corridors, Tae and Jimin at his flank. It was a moment of joy, of adolescence, for three men who were made to grow up far too quickly.
They were laughing, the light of it illuminating their faces and, in their haste, they didn't see the glass all shattered on the ground before them. They didn't see it until Jungkook had mashed his heel into the shards and slipped, falling flat on his back with an ungodly scream.
Tae and Jimin skidded to a stop before him.
"Aish... Tae..." Jimin gasped, as Tae fell to his knees beside the maknae. Tae followed his eyeline travelling over the trail of blood as their youngest whimpered.
"Tae..." Kookie gasped. His eyes snapped back to Kookie's, wide and brimmed with tears. "It huh-hurts..."
Tae shushed him. Kissed his forehead, fingers carding the soft messy locks and pulling them away from his eyes. "Jimin..." he murmured. "Can...shit, can you go get the medic? Get the medic and then get Namjoonie."
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Tae flinched with Jungkook as the medic cleaned his cut for inspection. The younger didn't let go of his hand, he squeezed it so tight it might shatter in his palm, but Tae didn't care. His shattered bones meant only a fraction of what Jungkook's meant in his mind.
The youngest hissed and whined, burying his forehead in Tae's chest, like he was willing his body to absorb into it. Like it was safe there.
"I know my little Jungkookie, it's okay..." Tae promised.
Namjoon, knelt at Jungkook's feet, spoke to the medic with a tone that was low and dark. "How does it look?"
"I'm afraid it will need stitches. The cut is too deep."
Kookie turned his tear-soaked face out of Tae's chest. "St-stitches? Nonono, fuck what does that mean? I need to perform. Please no stitches, can't we just...give me some pain killers..."
Jin lay a sedative hand on Jungkook's shoulder. "Kookie..."
"I'm sorry." The medic told him, brows pinched in concern. "But if you attempt the choreography it will tear the cuts and that will lead to worse pain, maybe permanent damage. My recommendation is that you refrain from performing any choreography."
Kookie turned his eyes up to Tae...so damn lost. So helpless.
It broke Tae's heart. It broke it like that glass. He couldn't fix this for Jungkook, he couldn't help, and it was gnawing at his heart strings.
Jungkook turned his eyes to Namjoon, who's mind was racing. "Hyung...we can't. I can't. I'm lead vocals, at the centre of most of the dance I..."
"Jungkookie" Namjoon sighed. "We can't risk this hurting you any more than it has. We can't let you go up there and dance. I could never do that, I will not allow that. I'm sorry." He whispered.
Kookie took a deep shuddering breath and buried his face in his hands. Tae couldn't find the correct words, so he just let his fingers massage the back of his tense neck.
"I hate this...I hate it..." Kookie choked out.
"We hate it too Guk." Yoongi murmured, ruffling his hair.
