BTSxTaehyung OneShots

Vhope-Lemons

Ship: Vhope
Top: Hoseok
Taehyung gets lemon juice in his paper cut.

Listen im sad today so i want to write some vhope fluff leave me alone.
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Hoseok jumped up from the couch when he heard a heart shattering cry coming from their home office, abandoning his favorite TV show in favor of running up the stairs and busting down the door.

"Taehyung? Baby are you okay?" He asked hurriedly, heart almost stopping at the sight of his Taehyung, sitting in their office chair, clutching his hand towards his chest with teary eyes.

"Seokie," Taehyung cried, "I got a paper cut,"

He waited for Hoseok to stand next to him before pushing his hand in the elder's face, showing the tiny line of blood trickling down his pointer finger.

"Oh, my poor baby," Hoseok pouted, gently helping Taehyung from the chair and into the bathroom across the hall. He lifted the injured boy up and sat him on the counter, before searching through their cabinets for a band-aid.

Taehyung sniffled when Hoseok washed the blood off and dried his finger, placing the bright blue band-aid on before giving it a kiss. "Thank you Hyung,"

Hoseok smiled, as bright as the sun, "What are fiances for?"

The shorter giggled, lifting his uninjured hand to show off the shiny ring. "You really like saying fiance. That's the 5th time you've said it today,"

"Well, I have the most beautiful fiance ever, why wouldn't I be excited to say it?" Hoseok stepped between Taehyung's legs, arms around his waist and foreheads touching.

"Well I have the most bestest, most handsomest fiance ever," He wrapped his arms around the elder's neck, bumping their noses together lightly.

"True, you do have the better looking fiance,"

Taehyung huffed, smacking his chest, paper cut long forgotten. He lightly pushed Hoseok until he was able to get down from the counter.

He reached for the fading redhead's hand, pulling him out of the bathroom and all the way downstairs, into the kitchen. "What do you want for lunch?"

Hoseok hummed in thought, "Whatever you want babe, I'm not the one making it,"

Scoffing, Taehyung turned back to the fridge, "Trash, you get trash. Better yet, go eat Joonie Hyung's food,"

Hoseok gasped dramatically, hand flying to clutch his chest, wounded, "You want me to die? Wow, 2 days of being engaged and you're already sick of me,"

"Yup, get out of my house, scoundrel,"

"I pay the bills, darling. This is my house,"

"Bitch I cook and clean, this house would be a disgusting pig's pen where you'd starve without me," Taehyung washed his hands, preparing to cook. He noticed the band-aid falling off and shrugged, throwing it in the garbage. It stopped bleeding, what was the point anymore?

He didn't notice the fond gaze Hoseok settled on him, or the heart eyes thrown at his back. "Yeah," He muttered, "It would,"

"Babe your roots are showing," Taehyung discovered, "Wanna get out hair dyed together soon?"

"What color you thinking? Because if it's anything other than blonde for you, no,"

Taehyung looked up from the cutting board, pout on his face, "So what you're saying is, if I'm not a blonde we aren't getting married?"

"Exactly"

"What about silver?"

"That's accaptable, so what color for me?"

Taehyung shrugged, resuming making lunch, "I don't know, maybe just red again? You look super hot with red hair. Actually, maybe black,"

Hoseok laughed, "Babe I look super hot with any hair color, but thanks. Maybe I'll go orange? It'll piss off Jimin and I'll look amazing, it's a win win,"

The brunette scowled, "Why do you love making Jiminie so mad? He's usually an angel but you turn him into the devil,"

"Because if I make Jimin mad, then Yoongi gets mad. And he looks like a fluffy cat when he's angry, it's hilarious and adorable,"

Taehyung smiled at the thought of his brother angry, a rare sight for him, but one he has seen before, "Yeah, he's the best,"

"Need any help?" Hoseko asked, seeing him rush around the spotless kitchen.

"Um, can you grab out a lemon please? I want lemon iced tea,"

The elder nodded, "Sure, as long as you make me some,"

(A/N: k i dun know if this is weird or not, but i like eating lemons. they arent sour to me at all, and they taste really good, so whenever my mom cuts up a lemon she'll just give me the other half to snack on. leave me alone im weird)

Taehyung grabbed out a smaller, plastic cutting board and set it next to the lemon, which Hoseok had tossed at him and he easily caught.

(A/N: dude his ability to catch shit is so fucking hot. ive watched compilations of him just catching things, because wtf how is one person so damn talented when this potato cant do shit)

Hoseok watched him with a small smile, listening to the soft hums he let out as he worked. It quickly faded when he saw the band-aid missing. "Baby, I wouldn't cut the lemon withou-"

"Ow! Mother fucker!" Taehyung yelled, lemon juice pouring into his cut

Hoseok wrapped Taehyung in a soothing hug as he ran the younger's hand under the water, "Taehyungie, baby pay a little more attention next time please? I don't like it when you're hurt,"

"I don't like it either," Taehyung mumbled, wincing at the feeling of a thousand little burning needles prick his skin.

The elder kissed the top of his head, muttering small praises and encouraging words.

"Seokie I don't like today. Today's a bad day," The brunette sniffled, pushing his head into the elder's chest.

"I know baby, I'm so sorry. But we can always make it better, right? I can call Jiminie over, you guys can cuddle and talk about your fiances/husbands behind their backs, yes I hear you, you aren't very quiet. I know Jiminie always makes you feel better,"

"Hey! We don't always talk bad about you and Yoongi Hyungie. Just when you make us mad. Soulmates vent to each other, it's just what you do,"

"I'll go call him n-"

"No! No thank you. I just wanna cuddle with you," He mumbled shyly, gripping Hoseok's shirt tightly, as if the taller was going to run away. "You make me feel better,"

"Whatever you want baby," Hoseok laid on the couch, bringing Taehyung to lay on his chest, and pulled a soft blanket over the both of them. He turned on the TV and picked Taehyung's favorite show, the latter falling asleep almost immediately.

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hi hoes

i had a shitty day, but whats new, all i ever fucking do is complain lmao

night guys