Pairing:vkook
Summary-Taehyung was always there for Jungkook, always. Even when he'd come back home after his fights looking real messed up. He'd take care of him and smile, reassure him and kiss the pain away. But on the inside, it was crippling worry that took over him every time he looked into his boyfriend's eyes, and as much as he would have loved to hide it, sometimes too much is too much.
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Forthe 6th time this week, Taehyung was staring straight at the time showing on the screen of his laptop, once again making himself believe he was working on this stupid college assignment while in reality, his whole mind was preoccupied by his boyfriend and this god awful hangout place he always went to. This hideout...it wasn't just a place where Jungkook would hang out with his friends while sharing a few beers, it was far from that, and Taehyung was very aware of it. There, they'd fight a variety of people, sometimes to win money from bets made by the others watching, sometimes to come back home with nothing but a black eye and a busted lip.

Pulled out from his gloomy thoughts by the sound of Jungkook struggling to unlock the door of their shared apartment, the older lazily dragged himself out of his chair, ready to go take care of his irresponsible lover. Surely enough, Jungkook was looking messed up; a few darkish bruises were scattered around his skin, his lip and knuckles were bleeding and there was a nasty looking cut on his cheek, showing the fight he got into probably didn't bring him any good. With a sigh, Taehyung slid one of his arms around Jungkook's waist to support him, his free hand already firmly holding onto the younger's chin to see what happened exactly. "Got into another fight?" he asked, a worried look painting itself on his pretty features, knowing all too well what the answer was going to be. The other nodded weakly, letting his head fall down onto Taehyung's shoulder and a painful groan slipping from his lips, thankful that he was safe now, in his boyfriend's arms.

With a slight struggle, the older helped Jungkook to the bathroom, mentally cursing him out for putting all of his weight on him but doing a passable job at carrying him nonetheless. 'Stupid, stupid boy,' he kept thinking to himself, his arms still tightly secured around the other. Shortly after, they reached the tiny, immaculate room, a hand motion from Taehyung not even necessary as the younger one sat up on the counter with little to no help, this whole thing becoming a nightly routine for the both of them. Taehyung got closer so he stood just between Jungkook's legs, and, as carefully as humanly possible, started to clean up each of his bloody knuckles, a white gauze wrapped around them soon after, and the utmost gentle kiss being pressed to the injured hand. He always did this, the little "I hope it feels better" kisses, and Jungkook absolutely loved it, even if he never really voiced it out. Maybe he should've though. Then, Taehyung moved on to his face, the other's chin trapped between his index and thumb so he wouldn't squirm around too much while he washed the already partly dried blood off of him. The same delicacy was applied to every inch of skin he touched, making the whole thing virtually painless for his lover, except for a few areas where he was more sensitive due to the wounds being deeper, like his lip and cheek for instance, making him wince in pain whenever Taehyung's agile fingers grazed over them.

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Moments later and Jungkook was as fine as someone who just got their ass beat could be, every injury he had already feeling better, just because his boyfriend was the one who took care of it. However, what he didn't expect when he lifted his gaze up was to see Taehyung's watery eyes, the boy looking like he was seconds away from bursting into tears, which didn't take long to actually happen. The salty water began to stream down his face and he couldn't do anything to stop it, the tip of his nose and his cheeks already reddening as he brought one of his sweater covered hands up, both to wipe his tears away and to silence himself. He was doing the best he could to avoid eye contact, because he was embarrassed; he felt truly stupid for weeping over something like that, but at the same time, he had enough of his dumbass of a boyfriend always taking overly dangerous risks, and whenever Taehyung was overwhelmed by something, tears were what followed. "Why do you do this?" he cried out into the soft fabric covering his mouth, his words coming out somewhat muffled, but still understandable. Troubled by the sight of his usually cheerful significant other now looking like he was having a breakdown, Jungkook only managed to mumble out a faint "what?" as he sat there, utterly confused yet inexplicably hurting on the inside. "Why do you go there so much?" Taehyung yelled out, not even letting the other talk again before continuing. "What will I do if one day, you don't come back? Don't you ever think of that? Or are you too selfish?" his tone was pointed and even if his anger didn't seem so credible seeing how much he stuttered, it was growing, but so was his worry. No matter how much his boyfriend drove him crazy, he still couldn't help but worry about every little thing he did, because he was so fucking in love with Jungkook it was almost scary.

Shaky, sobbing and with his hands tucked into his sleeves to try and find a little comfort, Taehyung quieted down before walking out of the bathroom and heading upstairs, leaving his confused boyfriend behind without another word. Now alone, Jungkook stopped fighting back his tears, and even if he wasn't crying an ocean like the other was, the amount of pain was the same, if not worse. He felt like he was being repeatedly punched in the stomach, and this kind of punch hurt so much more than a physical one. How could he ever take someone so precious for granted without ever reassuring them that he would come back safe, without ever thanking them for everything, or even better, completely stop fighting for them? Actually, he did try, but it was like an addiction; he couldn't quit, at least not alone, not without Taehyung's help, help that he was too fucking dumb to ask for. He let out a loud, frustrated groan before jumping off the counter onto his feet, turning around to look at his reflection in the mirror. He didn't enjoy the view; he didn't look happy, not at all. His happiness was Taehyung, not fighting. He would do anything for Taehyung, not for those meaningless friends he made there. He neededTaehyung, not the rest.

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Up in the bedroom, the crying boy was still at it, but he was back into his chair, a huge blanket now hanging loosely around his shoulders and making him look a lot smaller than he really was. It was too much for him; this whole thing had been going on for too long and he couldn't hold in the pain anymore. Jungkook was his everything, and he couldn't imagine a life without him in it. So how could he be so selfish? He didn't exactly give him the time to explain himself, or say anything, but still, shouldn't he know that it's not good for him? A million different thoughts, most of them being negative, clouded his mind, so it wasn't surprising that he didn't hear Jungkook's soft footsteps against the wooden flooring, or the sound of him opening the door to the room.

"Tae...?" the younger asked, his voice unusually gentle, as if he was scared of what Taehyung's reaction would be. "Go away Jungkook. I'm so fucking mad right now you don't even understand," the other hissed without risking a peek at him, unaware that his anger now seemed fake. "Babyboy..." Jungkook tried again, this time making sure he sounded as whiny and childish as possible, knowing how much Taehyung loved it when he showed him his softer side. He didn't give his lover the chance to protest again before he walked over to him, resting his hand on the arm of the chair and spinning it around carefully, just enough so the older was forced to look at him. "Hey, don't talk anymore okay? It's my turn," he explained, an apologetic smile lighting up his face as he kneeled down in front of a confused, yet still highly apprehensive Taehyung, reaching up to grab his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze. "You know, when you left me alone in the bathroom, I thought about some stuff-" "You actually think sometimes?" the older cut off, catching his bottom lip between his teeth as he stifled in a giggle, his anger quickly fading away. Sure, Jungkook could make him mad, but he could also calm him down in a few seconds, and he loved him for that. "Shut up," the younger chuckled out before moving on. "So, as I was saying, I thought and- you're right. I need to stop, for you, but for me too. I won't go pick fights anymore." Even though Taehyung really did want to believe it, he couldn't and, as he slid down from his chair to go sit in the other's lap, he cupped each side of Jungkook's face in his hands, a little sigh slipping out of him. "Baby, I know you have good intentions right now but I know you and you can't just quit like that, you're addicted," he explained sweetly, gently running his thumb over his boyfriend's still sensitive injuries. "But you can start by going there less often hm? Until you can stop entirely?" he added with a smile, still happy that Jungkook finally took the right decision. The younger nodded, silently agreeing with everything that had just been said, and, as he let his hands find Taehyung's hips to grip onto them, slowly pulled him in for a kiss. It wasn't a rough kiss like his usual ones, it was soft and passionate, as if he wanted to take his time and thank his boyfriend for all he did, and it was essentially it. Jungkook was so gentle, it practically made Taehyung's heart hurt, because he felt so special, so precious and so tiny in his lover's arms. He felt at home.

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With a quick glance at the older's laptop, Jungkook realized the time: 4:12 am. Knowing he came back home at 1, he did the easy math and came to the conclusion that they've been fighting, crying, cuddling and making out for over 3 hours. Staring down at his miraculously still awake boyfriend, he delicately brushed the hair out of his face, unable to help his growing smile. "You should sleep," he whispered to Taehyung's intention, grabbing the blanket that was left on the chair and carefully throwing it around the older, bending down a bit so he could press a light kiss to his head. Too sleepy to even think about speaking, Taehyung simply nodded, rubbing his eyes before letting his hand fall back down, a small handful of Jungkook's shirt now caught in his fist. He let his eyes flutter shut and almost immediately drifted off to sleep, comfortably cuddling up to his partner. That night, he finally got a truly peaceful rest, because he promised.
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