🩹scared | taegyu

🩹forty-five

curious about you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

taehyun sits patiently next to beomgyu on the folding bed in the nurses office. he watches beomgyu ball his fists as the woman inspects his knees. they are swollen and bruised, so he didn't really lie earlier 

as they had left the gymnasium, beomgyu had made taehyun promise to not leave his side, yet again. and because the younger's lingering feeling of love and attachment to beomgyu wasn't going to fade anytime soon, he had agreed in a heartbeat, by accident. 

beomgyu clutches the thin fleece blanket in his fists as he struggles to breathe. the school nurse is getting way too close to him and any minute now he'll start cold sweating and possibly even have an anxiety attack. 

"you're pretty dinged up," she says, referring to his knees condition. beomgyu must be in a lot of pain, taehyun hasn't even noticed that his walk is a bit funny until now. 

"and you know i have to call home and ask them if i can give you any pain relievers, right? you know, just in case you've already taken a few pills at home, okay? we've done this before, but i have to check with your dad if you've already reached your daily limit. "

"mhm, i know." he whispers, as she tests the bendiness of his knees. 

beomgyu grunts out a pained 'ouch' as she pushes his knee to it's current limit. taehyun's chest hurts a little as he watches beomgyu suffer, the poor boy can barely bend his knees past 90 degrees. 

"does it hurt a lot?" shuhua, the school nurse, asks as she hears his pained groans. 

"yes." beomgyu's voice cracks and taehyun puts a hand on his back to reassure him that he's okay. all the older's muscles are tensed and taehyun doesn't think he's breathing anymore. 

"i'll call home and ask your dad for permission to give you painkillers and if he can pick you up. alright?" she asks, looking up at him through her pretty glasses. 

"okay." 

"taehyun? could you put some biofreeze on his knees while i'm gone?" shuhua asks, handing him the tube of peppermint smelling gel. 

"of course i can. thank you for all the help, shuhua." taehyun smiles as she leaves to call beomgyu's parents. and then the other boy lets out a breath he doesn't realise he's holding in. 

"oh my god." he mutters to himself, letting go of the bedsheets. his hands are shaking furiously and his heart is in his throat. he moves away from taehyun, to put his legs up on the bed. 

taehyun unscrews the lid and starts to feel a little angry. he keeps being nice to beomgyu and constantly helps him out. just because he might be a little bit, just a teeny weeny bit in love with him. but how come beomgyu's so mean in return?

"how come you've been so fucking horrible to me lately?" taehyun asks, almost surprised by his own boldness. he never usually voiced his angry thoughts. 

"are you seriously picking a fight with me? right here, right now?" beomgyu asks, hissing as the other smears the cold gel onto his left knee. 

"damn right i am." taehyun says, making sure to rub beomgyu's bruises extra hard, just to cause him a little pain at least. but it can't compare to all the pain taehyun has been feeling in his heart for the past days.

"in front of yoongi? really taehyun?" beomgyu sneers, pointing towards the knocked out music teacher laying on the other folding bed. 

"first of all, i didn't notice him and second of all, hell yeah i am."