Friends? // Taekook

beautiful bruises

Kook

Before anyone could say anything, I was met with a fist colliding against my face. I landed onto the floor not expecting it as I stared down below me. I saw how the small droplets of blood decorated the dull floor beneath me. No one moved to help, I looked up to see Jimin looking scared at what happened. I slowly tried getting up, but I was kicked back down. Painful hits kept being delivered as my body laid motionless.

"Y-Yoongi! Yoongi, help!" I could hear Jimin's voice yelling as his sobs continued on. Finally, the hits came to a stop and I was finally able to breathe. I looked up and saw Yoongi holding a furious JiHan while Taehyung tried to calm him down.

Yoongi seemed to have had enough of them and pushed them towards the door. "Get the fuck out! Don't ever come back here, you are no longer welcomed here." Before Taehyung could say anything, Yoongi slammed the door on his face. Once Yoongi turned around, his anger vanished and was replaced with one of concern.

He quickly walked over to me and picked me up and sat me on the couch. He then went back into the kitchen to bring in a scared Jimin to the living room. He wiped away his tears as he whispered lovingly towards his lover. "Babe, I need you to calm down. We have to make sure our Kookie is alright, okay?"

Jimin seemed to snap out of the trance he was and quickly got up leaving the room. I stared at Yoongi who came closer to me with a sad smile. "It's going to be okay Kook. We will drop you off once we are sure that you are okay." I just nodded at the reassurance that he gave me.

I continued to sit, still in a daze as Jimin cleaned up my cuts and placed ice on my bruises. Once I realized it was almost 8, I thanked them and went off to my home. They insisted to drive me back home, but I knew that I need some time to myself. Time to wrap my brain around the events that happened. Taehyung was always there whenever I was injured, even if it was a small paper cut. But today, he wasn't worried about me, he was worried about him.

 When I got there, mom was just finishing dinner while my dad was complaining of his day to her. When they heard me enter the house, both of them came to welcome me home but froze when they saw me. I was ashamed and embarrassed by them seeing me in this state and quickly made my way upstairs. I locked myself in my room and stared at my reflection.

Bruises were littered all over my face and body. They were swollen and showing off a nasty color. They made me realize that everything that just occurred was not some nightmare that I wanted for it to be over with but instead, it was the harsh reality. These bruises were proof of my confession. They were painful but they were also my beautiful bruises.