In which you experience heartbreak and love, oh, so much love ❤️
"We were meant to meet," Namjoon grins, his dimples flashing. "Just take my hand and trust me; we'll be alright."
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The knock at your window startles you awake. As soon as your bed creaks with the movement of you sitting up, your phone vibrates on the bed beside you. You grab your phone, checking the notification.
Tae: U up?
Your heart plummets down to your feet. You throw your comforter off your body and hurry to open the window. "Tae? Taehyung?"
"H–hey." Taehyung's low voice hits your ears and you squint into the dark to see him. "Hey, babe." He grunts as he pushes himself away from the house siding by your window. He starts to climb in through the open window, hissing a curse.
"Are you okay?! What happened?" You step forward, gripping his arms to help him keep his balance on the windowsill.
"I...got in a fight." You hear your bed creak as Taehyung leans against it. "I'm okay, though."
You switch on your lamp and gaze into Taehyung's face, taking in the fresh bruises and bloody marks that mar his skin. "Tae..." Your voice cracks as tears fill your eyes.
"Don't cry, love. I'm alright." Taehyung shuts his eyes. "It won't be so bad once you fix me up. Will you help me?"
"Of course, dummy." You wipe at your eyes, getting down on all fours to root around under your bed for the first-aid kit you have for situations such as this. "I'm going to fix you up real good."
As you get to work patching up Taehyung's injuries, he quietly hums. "Do you wanna know what happened?"
"No." You shake your head. "Don't tell me."
"You never want to hear my stories," Taehyung laughs. "It's a good one."
"No, Taehyung," you sigh. Hearing about Taehyung's fights always makes you nauseous. You hate to imagine him hurting someone and getting hurt himself. "Why do you do it?"
"What? Fight?" Taehyung hums in thought. "I guess... I just hate assholes. If someone's causing problems, I'm going to be the one to solve them; be it with words or my fists."
"Would you fight for me?" you ask as you wrap a bandage tightly around Tae's knuckles.
"I'd kill for you, baby." Taehyung gazes right into your eyes. His expression is so earnest that you have to look away to hide your burning cheeks. "I would. I would destroy anyone that ever tried to hurt you."
"A–are you staying the night?" Taehyung almost always stays over when he visits like this. He's the only man you've ever shared a bed with. If you're being honest, he'll probably be the only man you sleep with. As hard as it may be to believe, all you and Taehyung ever do is sleep.
"Would that be okay?" he asks. "I don't want to impose."
"Of course," you reply. "You don't have to ask."
Later, as you and Taehyung lay in bed, you curl up right beside him. "Tae?"
"Yes?" Taehyung's voice is low and raspy with sleepiness. "Are you okay?"
