Little | Taekook

Seventeen

"Is so soft!"

"I know it is!" Taehyung smiled at a smiley Jungkook, who was wrapped up in a warm towel after his warm bath. He definitely looked better than he did before. The elder grabbed a new hoodie, and the little brought the towel down to his waist to pull on the sweatshirt.

Taehyung made a mental note that he needed to go clothes shopping for Jungkook.

"What is it, Kookie?" Taehyung pouted when he saw the little looking down at his feet.

"Is Kwookie ever gon' see daddy again?"

Taehyung wasn't sure how to answer the little's question. He sure as hell didn't want him to, but if the little had a non-sexual bond with him, Taehyung couldn't exactly keep him there.

"How about we go to bed now, hm?" He told the younger, and smiled as he ruffled the little's hair with a towel. Jungkook giggled adorably, and huffed as he pushed Taehyung's hand away. "Otae." He nodded, cuddling himself with the oversized hoodie Taehyung gave him. Taehyung opened up the bathroom door, and held Jungkook's hand as he went into his room.

Jungkook eagerly ran onto the bed, giggling as he stuck his tongue out at Taehyung. "I beat you!" He teased, doing a small dance. "Ah, shoot." Taehyung frowned as he slowly approached his bed in shame. "Kwooke better than Tae Tae~ Kwookie better than Tae Tae~" The little teased, rubbing it in. "Okay okay, let's go to sleep now." Taehyung laughed, and climbed into bed with the younger.

"Good night, Tae Tae!" The little giggled as he pulled the covers up past his shoulders, and snuggled against the elders chest. "Good night, Kookie." Taehyung smiled down at the brown haired boy, and calmed himself down for the day.

Jungkook was so cute, little space or not...

-2 weeks later-

Taehyung coughed as he jumped up from his sleep, cold sweat covering his skin. He felt puke rising in his throat, and turned over just in time to throw up into the trash can next to his bed. Tears formed in his eyes, and he could hear Jungkook giggling happily with Yoongi in the living room. He felt like dying.

He pushed his thick covers off of him, and breathed heavily from just emptying his entire stomach again. He barely had enough strength to pull his shirt off, the heat making him even more nauseous.

He literally gave himself food poisoning.

Yep, that's Taehyung for you.

He was making a dinner for Jungkook and him, when he went to throw and way the wrappers, and saw that the side dish he made for himself was way expired. Jungkook didn't like macaroni salad, so that's why it was only for him.

Why didn't he throw it away?

Because he told Jungkok that wasting food is bad, and the little was literally watching him cook from the table.

And so now he was stuck miserable for a week.

He grabbed his phone, and texted Yoongi that he was awake. Within 30 seconds, he could hear the happy sound of Jungkook's feet pitter-pattering down the hall quickly.

He wanted to go back to sleep, but he needed a close bond with Jungkook.

"Tae Tae!" The little smiled widely as he ran over to Taehyung's bed, and jumped up happily.

Yoongi could tell Taehyung was tired.

"Hey Kookie." Taehyung smiled, voice raspy and deep with illness. "Kookie drew Tae Tae a piture!" The little smiled happily, and took out a picture from behind his back. "Aw, thank you, Kookie." Taehyung smiled, looking at the very colorful picture. "Kookie fought of da day Tae Tae saved Kookie at da store- and dats you, and dats me." The little explained, pointing to the two people. Taehyung was holding Jungkook's hand, with a bag of apples in the other.

Adorable.

Yoongi smiled at Jungkook's giggle, but it quickly faded as Taehyung started coughing harshly. "Is Tae Tae-" "I-I'm fine, sorry." Taehyung laughed, catching his breath.  "Otae. When can we go to da st-"

A loud bang of the front door made Jungkook jump, and Yoongi quickly spun around.

"Probably Hoseok. I'll be right back." Yoongi told the two, and left Taehyung's room for the door. "Hey-" He froze when he saw an unknown man standing in the living room, looking around as if he lived there. "Um, who are you?" He asked in a deeper voice to show the man he wasn't afraid.

"Where's Jungkook?"

"Who are you?" Yoongi repeated, a thought crossing his mind that this might be Jungkook's 'caregiver'. "I'm looking for Jungkook, I know he's here." The man told Yoongi, balling his hands into fists. "I'm going to have to call the police if you don't tell me who you are." Yoongi told him sincerely, thankfully having his phone in his pocket. "Where. Is. Jungkook?" The man asked deeply, and Yoongi reached behind him for his phone.

"You can't have him."

A loud bang was heard from the living room, waking Taehyung up from his slightly delirious state. "Tae Tae, what's that?" The little in his arms asked, looking towards the doorway. "I don't know." Taehyung told him, knowing Yoongi could handle himself if it was someone bad.

"H-help." Yoongi groaned into his phone, watching with a blurred vision as the man went back to Taehyung's room. "Alright- sir, can you please tell me what's going on?" The dispatcher asked from the other end of the line, trying to trace the call. "T-there's someone in my house- sh*t~" Yoongi cursed at his broken leg, laying on the floor of the living room helplessly. "Alright, are you in a safe-" "N-no, he  broke my leg, a-and he's going after my friends." Yoongi told them, trying not to get too much blood on Taehyung's floor. "Okay, we're tracking your call, please stay on the l-" "I can't exactly go anywhere." Yoongi cut the dispatcher off.

"G-get off!" Taehyung panted as he pushed the male off of Jungkook. His body was not in the shape to fight. Anything, or anyone.

"Jungkookie~" The elder man smirked, knowing the little was in Taehyung's bathroom. "Get out." Taehyung told him, moving the man's hand away from his body. "Not without my Kookie."

"You don't get to even see him after the sh*t you've done to him." Taehyung stared him in the eyes. "How could you do that to someone so beautiful as Jungkook?" He glared at him, blocking the bathroom door where the little was. "He didn't do anything to you, and you want to abuse him just for your f*cking pleasure. You're so dirty and disgusting." Taehyung growled, sweat dripping down his face from his fever. "Says you, who literally kidnapped my baby from me." The man fired at him.

"I didn't kidnap him, he ran away from you!" Taehyung told him. "He didn't run away, he ran too far." The elder growled, losing his patients very quickly. "My friend did that too. But they don't run away unless they want to. You raped him, you beat him, do you not know what that does to a person?!" Taehyung yelled, but soon feeling too dizzy to see straight. "It doesn't matter, he likes it-" "B*TCH HE WOULDN'T RUN AWAY IF HE WAS FINE!" Taehyung cursed, ready to throw hands- even if his body wasn't.

"Get the hell out." He added, breathing heavily from being so exhausted. "I've already told you, I'm not going anywhere without Jungkook."

The little inside of the locked bathroom jumped when he heard Taehyung being slammed against the door, and moved back against the wall. He whimpered against his knees and tears leaked down his face, yet he tried his best to stay quiet like Taehyung had asked of him. He held Taehyung's phone in his hands, and fidgeted around with the buttons on the side until the screen lit up.

He unlocked the lock screen, and saw a picture of him and Taehyung as the home screen. They had taken the picture just a day before Taehyung got sick, at a nice ice cream shop the elder had taken him. It was a good day.

But today wasn't.

Jungkook successfully opened the phone app, but he couldn't remember which numbers Tae Tae had told him to call if they were ever in danger.

He heard a loud thud, and he knew Taehyung had fallen- or be thrown down. His heart skipped a beat as the door nob of the bathroom door jiggled, and he heard his caregivers voice on the other side of the door. He screamed as the elder man busted the door down, and shielded himself with his hands, Taehyung's phone in his lap.

"Come to daddy, Kookie."