BTS Taehyung one shots

Blood,Sweat and Tears(vkook)

Pairing:vkook
Summary-Taehyung was always there for Jungkook, always. Even when he'd come back home after his fights looking real messed up. He'd take care of him and smile, reassure him and kiss the pain away. But on the inside, it was crippling worry that took over him every time he looked into his boyfriend's eyes, and as much as he would have loved to hide it, sometimes too much is too much.
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Forthe 6th time this week, Taehyung was staring straight at the time showing on the screen of his laptop, once again making himself believe he was working on this stupid college assignment while in reality, his whole mind was preoccupied by his boyfriend and this god awful hangout place he always went to. This hideout...it wasn't just a place where Jungkook would hang out with his friends while sharing a few beers, it was far from that, and Taehyung was very aware of it. There, they'd fight a variety of people, sometimes to win money from bets made by the others watching, sometimes to come back home with nothing but a black eye and a busted lip.

Pulled out from his gloomy thoughts by the sound of Jungkook struggling to unlock the door of their shared apartment, the older lazily dragged himself out of his chair, ready to go take care of his irresponsible lover. Surely enough, Jungkook was looking messed up; a few darkish bruises were scattered around his skin, his lip and knuckles were bleeding and there was a nasty looking cut on his cheek, showing the fight he got into probably didn't bring him any good. With a sigh, Taehyung slid one of his arms around Jungkook's waist to support him, his free hand already firmly holding onto the younger's chin to see what happened exactly. "Got into another fight?" he asked, a worried look painting itself on his pretty features, knowing all too well what the answer was going to be. The other nodded weakly, letting his head fall down onto Taehyung's shoulder and a painful groan slipping from his lips, thankful that he was safe now, in his boyfriend's arms.

With a slight struggle, the older helped Jungkook to the bathroom, mentally cursing him out for putting all of his weight on him but doing a passable job at carrying him nonetheless. 'Stupid, stupid boy,' he kept thinking to himself, his arms still tightly secured around the other. Shortly after, they reached the tiny, immaculate room, a hand motion from Taehyung not even necessary as the younger one sat up on the counter with little to no help, this whole thing becoming a nightly routine for the both of them. Taehyung got closer so he stood just between Jungkook's legs, and, as carefully as humanly possible, started to clean up each of his bloody knuckles, a white gauze wrapped around them soon after, and the utmost gentle kiss being pressed to the injured hand. He always did this, the little "I hope it feels better" kisses, and Jungkook absolutely loved it, even if he never really voiced it out. Maybe he should've though. Then, Taehyung moved on to his face, the other's chin trapped between his index and thumb so he wouldn't squirm around too much while he washed the already partly dried blood off of him. The same delicacy was applied to every inch of skin he touched, making the whole thing virtually painless for his lover, except for a few areas where he was more sensitive due to the wounds being deeper, like his lip and cheek for instance, making him wince in pain whenever Taehyung's agile fingers grazed over them.

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Moments later and Jungkook was as fine as someone who just got their ass beat could be, every injury he had already feeling better, just because his boyfriend was the one who took care of it. However, what he didn't expect when he lifted his gaze up was to see Taehyung's watery eyes, the boy looking like he was seconds away from bursting into tears, which didn't take long to actually happen. The salty water began to stream down his face and he couldn't do anything to stop it, the tip of his nose and his cheeks already reddening as he brought one of his sweater covered hands up, both to wipe his tears away and to silence himself. He was doing the best he could to avoid eye contact, because he was embarrassed; he felt truly stupid for weeping over something like that, but at the same time, he had enough of his dumbass of a boyfriend always taking overly dangerous risks, and whenever Taehyung was overwhelmed by something, tears were what followed. "Why do you do this?" he cried out into the soft fabric covering his mouth, his words coming out somewhat muffled, but still understandable. Troubled by the sight of his usually cheerful significant other now looking like he was having a breakdown, Jungkook only managed to mumble out a faint "what?" as he sat there, utterly confused yet inexplicably hurting on the inside. "Why do you go there so much?" Taehyung yelled out, not even letting the other talk again before continuing. "What will I do if one day, you don't come back? Don't you ever think of that? Or are you too selfish?" his tone was pointed and even if his anger didn't seem so credible seeing how much he stuttered, it was growing, but so was his worry. No matter how much his boyfriend drove him crazy, he still couldn't help but worry about every little thing he did, because he was so fucking in love with Jungkook it was almost scary.