Taehyung was living the dream.
Loving family. A day away from debuting as an idol, living his dream.
The best part? He had the love of his life right by his side. Sure he was a little rough around the edges, but he loved Taehyung and Taehyung loved...
“Tae…” Jungkook knocked on the bedroom door, but there was no response. He sighed, and knocked again. “Taehyung, I know you don’t like therapy much anymore, but we still have to go, you know.” He said quietly, knocking on the door once more, just to get his message across.
But he didn’t receive a reply, and Jungkook bit his bottom lip. He hated barging in on Taehyung like this, but if the man was going to be stubborn about skipping out on therapy because at the rate we’re going it doesn’t help me anyway, so I might as well not go.
But after three minutes of being ignored, Jungkook opened the bedroom door and stepped inside.
Only to find nothing.
He furrowed his eyebrows and looked around, wondering where the man went. But then his heart began to race when he suddenly realized that Taehyung was in the bathroom.
Now, he could be simply taking care of his business, but…
Jungkook walked over to the bathroom and threw the door open without even knocking, his heart feeling like it was going to burst out of his chest.
His eyes widened at the sight in front of him, and he lurched forward, pulling Taehyung’s back straight to his chest. The man cried out in shock, unaware of the man having entered, so deep into his headspace.
Jungkook shook his head, releasing a low and shaky breath. “Oh baby…” he said quietly. “Why?” He asked. “Why?” He repeated. He gently grabbed the edge of the razor, pulling it from the trembling man’s hands, as he continued to hold him. “It’s okay...I’m here, I’m here for you.” Jungkook kept whispering comforting things into Taehyung’s ears as he moved the man from the bathroom and into the bedroom.
He gently laid Taehyung down and then grabbed his still bleeding wrists, pressing the damp washcloth he’d quickly grabbed before leaving the bathroom.
He attended to Taehyung’s wounds, all while the male said nothing to him. Jungkook didn’t pressure him to say anything, not wanting to offset or upset him.
As soon as Jungkok finished cleaning off the man’s wounds, he climbed into the bed with him, pulling him close. Jungkook laid there in silence, simply holding Taehyung, until he finally realized that Taehyung was crying.
The man’s shoulders were shaking, and even though Jungkook couldn’t see Taheyung face, he could hear the quiet sniffles and cries coming from him.
Jungkook pulled Taehyung impossibly closer, whispering to him that everything would be okay, that he was there, once again comforting the man. He continued to whisper to Taehyung, caressing the man’s sides and simply holding him, until he felt the man slowly relax, and then fall into a slumber.
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Jungkok could sense that Taehyung wanted to talk, but he was struggling with how to start a conversation.
So when they were both finished getting ready for the day, Jungkook pulled Taehyung into his chest. “It’s okay, about yesterday, I mean. I don’t think any less of you. I just...Why?”
Taehyung sighed quietly, pushing his face further into Jungkook’s chest. He sat there in silence for awhile until he began to speak. “I felt hopeless. I just...I don’t know. I felt like everything was crashing down around me, like everything happening will just amount to nothing. I feel like my knee isn’t going to get better, and when I get my vocal cords done, that something will go wrong and I won’t ever be able to even speak again. And I just…”
Jungkook ran a comforting hand through Taehyung hair. “I felt like if nothing worked out that none of you would be here for me anymore.”
“I would stay with you, no matter what, Taehyung. I love you.” Taehyung inhaled a small gasp.
Because Jungkook hadn’t said that in forever. And Taheyung hadn’t heard those words in a long time.
Fresh, new tears suddenly stung his eyes, but this time they weren’t sorrow filled, or scared tears...no...Taehyung felt...happy. “Y-you love me?”
“I never stopped.” Jungkook let out a small laugh. “You thought that I did? I’ve been in love with you my whole life, Taehyung, and I won’t ever not be.”
Taehyung felt his heart swell, and he lifted his face, ever so slightly to see Jungkook staring down at him, his eyes seeming to pierce his soul. He let out a shy, timid smile, one that Jungkook was immediate to return.
The moment felt right, Taehyung just...it felt right to him.
So he didn’t hesitate at all, when his head started leaning upwards, letting his lips brush again Jungkook’s.
He was about to pull away, embarrassed, when he felt the firm press of lips on his own, this one more demanding and passionate.
Containing all of the love Jungkook had for Taehyung. And Taehyung for Jungkook.
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