Taekook Smuts and Drabbles

My Ride Or Die pt7

Kook's back, and bruised and hurt when Taehyung comes to his apartment one night. Yet he makes it seem like it doesn't hurt when Taehyung cups his face with both of his hands, worried.

"It was just an accident," He tries to explain, and it's strange, for an explanation to come unprompted from Jungkook. And before Taehyung could ask, he tells him, "But the job is done."

Taehyung looks into his eyes, that gleam in the dimness of his apartment. He nods, and wonders why Jungkook's eyes seem so hollow, so empty even if he has his arms full with Taehyung.

Taehyung kisses his cut lips, tastes the little blood that has gotten on his own—wishes they were cinnamons, and proceeds to help Jungkook clean up his injuries.

It's a routine he never forgets, knows how it stings to clean up a cut so he does it as carefully as he could for Jungkook, who just stares into nothing. He takes Jungkook's hand, getting his attention, offering him a smile.

Jungkook doesn't smile, but Taehyung assumes it's because of the angry bruise on his cheek.

"Does this happen often?" Taehyung murmurs, thinking of how despite Jungkook's hand had been slashed by the man who tried to kill him in his apartment, he was still unscathed anywhere else, alive.

Jungkook shakes his head.

Taehyung just frowns, feeling his whole being ache at the idea of someone out there hurting Jungkook like this.

"Doesn't this scare you?" Jungkook asks lowly.

Taehyung stops what he's doing, looks at him with disbelief. The question was unexpected, but it was tentative. He just doesn't know why Jungkook would ask it out loud.

"No."

Jungkook blinks, chooses not to say anything to that as he tears his gaze away from Taehyung.

Taehyung puts away the used cottons, takes out the bandaids. "Jungkook," He calls, looking down at the lid of the ointment he's holding. His heart pounds at the idea of speaking out the question that had been occupying his mind for a while. "How did you start doing this?"

He feels Jungkook staring at him now. It feels like Jungkook doesn't want to answer, so he just resumes cleaning up the other things now scattered on the table.

"I grew up in an orphanage," he starts, and Taehyung gives him a questioning look yet gets a rather blank one in return. "With a close friend of mine. A brother."

Taehyung nods, focusing on the bandaids now. He places one on the cut above Jungkook's eyebrow, feeling Jungkook's eyes following him.

"He got involved with dangerous people."

Another band aid for the one on Jungkook's jaw.

"And one of them killed him when a drug deal went wrong."

"Oh," Taehyung whispers, feeling his heart drop. He doesn't know what to do with the bruise on Jungkook's face.

"So I killed him and the others."

There's an image of Jungkook going berserk in Taehyung's mind. He's never seen him go berserk before, of course, but it isn't hard to imagine how a kind face can turn ugly in the midst of fury.

With that idea in his mind, his hands tremble, unable to look at Jungkook any longer.

"Their boss found me then, and I thought he was going to kill me," Jungkook chuckles bitterly at the memory. "But he got me killing for him instead, to pay for the blood of his men that I had taken."

"I'm sorry," Taehyung stutters out. "I'm sorry that your brother—"

"Namjoon hyung."

Taehyung pauses.

"That was his name."

"I'm sorry Namjoon was taken away from you."

Jungkook breathes, and places a hand on Taehyung's cheek. He coaxes him to look at him in the eyes on the couch.

And this time his eyes gleam almost brilliantly, Taehyung feels a little wistfully high at the sight of it.

"After that, I'm just on my own," He tells Taehyung.

Taehyung wants to ask him if he thinks he's still on his own, even now, but he doesn't get the chance to, because Jungkook kisses him softly.

And under the bare hands that cup at his shoulder and the small of his back, Taehyung just grows soft, and softer. He yields in the hold of the man who kills for living, feeling put together, like this is all he has ever wanted when most of the time any form of affection has always meant tearing himself to pieces.

Jungkook pulls away, breathing heavily and forehead pressed against Taehyung's. "I'm sorry a man had dared to be so cruel towards you."

There are tears pooling in Taehyung's eyes, listening to those words. Shutting his eyes tightly, he just shakes his head slightly to disagree.

Because it was all his fault. For thinking that those pain meant love. That to endure each and every hit was proof that he was loyal, a testament of his commitment to a man he supposedly love. That a man broke him so well he thought he deserved it all. That it was love worth dying for, even if it was at the hands of the man who wasn't supposed to have him dying in the first place because this is proof I love you and no one else will ever fucking love you this much you have to remember that.

He was broken. It was hard to admit.

When amidst the blaring sirens, he had been looking for the man who had him unable to move nor speak. Worrying what was going to happen to him when he was the one dying on the white mattress that he colors with the color red, which he had come to know very well like a close friend.

His lips tremble with words he doesn't know how to speak, and he wonders how Jungkook felt like losing Namjoon.

How awful it must be. That he loved so dearly, it had turned into love he was willing to kill for. That Jungkook got to know the color red too. And keeps it close to him like his leather gloves.

Taehyung dreams of them. The color red, purple, and blue. The paws in the shoe box that he never gets to hold anymore. Always there vivid in his dreams. Sometimes he doesn't get to sleep because of it.

And he wonders if Jungkook gets them too.

When Jungkook envelopes him in his arms, Taehyung hopes he dreams of Namjoon, alive, thanking him for getting rid of those cruel men who took his life.

Jungkook has told Taehyung the old scars on Taehyung's skin were ugly when he first seen them.

His face contorted into one that was in pain, like he was hurt, and Taehyung strangely felt vulnerable without Jungkook having to touch him.

Jungkook said they're ugly.

Because they shouldn't be there in the first place.

And Taehyung has never felt so understood, because he agrees.