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Hobi was in the kitchen chopping vegetables for Jin, who, along with Yoongi, was making dinner for all of them.

Jimin, Namjoon, and Jungkook were in there, too, sitting at the counter across from Hobi.

Namjoon wasn't allowed to help, but Jimin and Jungkook were pealing carrots and potatoes.

Suddenly, all six of them heard the front door open, then slam shut, and then they heard the quick pitter pattering of bare feet on the floor a moment later.

A sweaty Taehyung appeared, gasping for air.

He scanned the room, and his eyes quickly met Hobi's.

"Hoba Hoba!" He yelled, running to his hyung.

"Careful, Taehyung-ah!" Jin yelled, "he's holding a knife!"

Hobi set the nife down so Taehyung could hug him.

Since the younger boy had been running and was now sweaty, he no longer smelled like warm vanilla and candy. Hobi kind of missed it.

"I just found these growing over the wall in someone's yard, so I had to pick some!"

Taehyung held up a few vines he had supposedly ripped off, and there were tiny little light pink flowers on them.

Taehyung's hair had started to fade, so now the flowers resembled his hair.

"Thank you, Taehyungie," Hobi grinned, "they're so pretty, I bet they'd- what did you do to your knee?"

Hobi cut his sentence off after feeling something wet on his leg, looking down to find that Taehyung's knee was bleeding badly.

"Oh!" Taehyung said in surprise, "I didn't notice that, hyung. I must have scraped it getting the flowers – the wall was really high, I had to jump to reach them."

"Baby, you could have gotten really hurt," Hobi said, having not noticed the name he used.

Tae did, and so did the others. They had all began to focus on the two when Hobi made the first comment about the younger's knee, but now Hobi had called Taehyung baby.

So now they were really focusing on them.

Taehyung, on the other hand, was blushing madly, staring up at Hobi with stars in his eyes.

"Let's go to the bathroom and get you cleaned up, alright? I don't want you to get me flowers if it means you get hurt in the process, okay?"

Taehyung could only nod, and let Hobi guide him from the kitchen by his hand, which had clasped onto his own.

Hobi took Taehyung to the bathroom, and lifted him up so that he was sitting on the counter.

Taehyung's cheeks were pink, and he looked down at his lap, the flowers still in his hands.

"I'm gonna clean it off first, with a soapy rag. Then I need to put an antibacterial spray on it, okay?" Hobi said gently.

"But," Taehyung said, looking up at Hobi, "doesn't the spray hurt?"

"It does," Hobi wet a washcloth, and put a small amount of soap on it, "but that's because it's getting rid of all the germs. You don't want an infection, do you, Tae?"

Taehyung shook his head no.

Hobi took the warm wash cloth and started gently patting the broken, bloodied skin.

Taehyung hissed, but let his hyung take care of him.

As Hobi cleaned the blood up, he seemed to finally register the fact that he had called Taehyung 'baby' in the kitchen, in front of all the others.

He felt his face flush, but he continued to work.

Once all the dried blood was off, with only a few specs of fresh blood coming to the surface, Hobi found the antibacterial spray, along with a big bandage that would cover the wound entirely.

He unwrapped it so that it would be ready.

Then, he searched around for an antibacterial cream, which was not as effective, that would sooth the pain and numb it slightly.

He looked at Taehyung.

"Are you ready?" He asked. The pink haired boy nodded, showing a thumbs up.

Hobi began spraying the cut, and Taehyung cringed, biting his fist.

"I'm sorry, Tae-yah, but I have to clean it so you don't get an infection," Hobi said gently, grimacing at every sound of dispare that left Taehyung's pretty lips.

"It's okay, h-hyung," Taehyung whimpered.

Hobi looked up at Taehyung for a second, and they made eye contact. Taehyung was biting his lip from the pain, and Hobi would have found that hot a few weeks ago, but his feelings for Taehyung had become so much deeper, that now he only wanted to comfort the boy, hold him close and keep him safe from harm for the rest of his life.

Hobi finished quickly, and let the spray sit for a few minutes.

In the mean time, he stood up and put the spray away, then hugged Taehyung carefully, holding him by the head and the waist.

Taehyung's arms went around the middle of his back, and he hid his face in Hobi's armpit.

Hobi thanked everything holy that he had put deodorant on recently.

"Thank you for getting me the flowers, Tae," he whispered, resting his chin on the top of Taehyung's head, "but please don't get any if they're hard to reach."

Taehyung nodded, and buried his face deeper, causing Hobi to laugh.

"You're so weird," he commented, fondly.

Taehyung took his head out, and smiled at Hobi with his boxy smile.

Hobi's heart beat increased.

"Let's get the spray off now, okay? Then we'll put some numbing cream on."

Taehyung nodded, holding a thumbs up, causing Hobi to grin from how cute he was.

Hobi got the wet washcloth, and used a clean area to carefully wipe the spray off.

Then, he gently massaged the cream over Taehyung's injury.

"That feels much better than the spray, hyung. I hate that spray- it's scary."

Taehyung pouted angrily at Hobi, with his arms crossed.

Hobi laughed, and cupped the side of Taehyung's face, "you're too cute, Tae."

Taehyung blushed.

Hobi put the bandage on, and made sure it was secure, before he helped Taehyung down.

Then, he took the flowers from the boys hand.

"Let's put these in my room, Tae Tae."

Hobi grabbed his hand, and the two of them walked to his room.

Hobi ended up putting them on his headboard, next to the vase of, now wilted, pink flowers – the pink bouquet Taehyung had gotten him with Hobi's own money.

Taehyung smiled, and clapped his hands.

"Let's go eat now, hyung," he said.

Hobi nodded, and the two of them joined the others in the kitchen.

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