Taehyung situated you carefully on a couch in the main area, having immediately nabbed the first aid kit as he knelt down on the floor before you.

He peeled back the blood-soaked napkin gently, wincing acutely as he did so. He casted it onto the coffee table behind him as you caught your first visible look at your hand, and it was far worse than you expected.

Your dainty hand was severely bruised, purple marks adorning some of your knuckles as the abrupt impact caused your wedding ring to brutally slice into your skin, eliciting the terrible bleeding. Your hand was swollen, throbbing awfully as you struggled to maintain the pain.

You exclaimed once attempting to move it, Taehyung’s flat voice stopping you. “Don’t.”

His tone was scarily leveled, expression completely schooled with his eyes utterly empty, never taking a look at you. You swallowed nervously, not knowing what to say to him, his demeanour having completely changed the minute you both stepped inside your home.

He delicately took your injured hand in his, holding it as the pads of his fingers secured around your wedding ring. You readied yourself with a wince before he silently removed the ring from your finger, exclaiming in acute pain as it revealed a deep cut that bled near endlessly.

Taehyung placed the ring on the napkin and reached next for the rubbing alcohol, using his teeth to rip open a packet and nab a cloth, holding it before your bloody wound.

“This is gonna hurt a lot, don’t move.” He warned stoically as you nodded, Taehyung taking a deep breath himself before he pressed the cloth to your hand.

You cried out in sharp pain, squealing frantically as the alcohol seeped into your burning cut, your other hand clutching onto Taehyung’s shoulder tightly as you exclaimed. “Taehyung!”

He grimaced as if he were in pain himself, though kept the cloth there nonetheless. He cleaned the wound up and moved onto a tube of Polysporin for remedying the cut, gently dabbing some on.

The sensation it sent made you feel better, your grasp on his shoulder loosening as you merely held him, watched Taehyung work in utter silence before you, face completely unreadable.

He then grabbed some gauze bandage and wrapped it around your ring finger, ensuring he covered the entirety of the wound. He applied an adhesive to secure the bandage.

“Too tight?”

“No..” 

He then proceeded to apply a pain relief cream on the bruised and swollen parts of your hand, the cream’s cooling sensation relieving to your throbbing hand. He grabbed a tensor bandage and encased your hand with it, ensuring he left enough room around your necessary joints.

He held your newly wrapped hand in his large palm, instructing you with an empty tone. “Try moving it.”

You were able to extend your fingers to an okay degree, wincing when you tried to open your hand entirely.

“Okay.. not bad.”

“It’s not broken?”

“No, you can move it.” You then both fell into a stifling silence, Taehyung merely holding your hand as his eyes never met yours. You swallowed nervously again, eyes watching him sadly when his bleak voice suddenly sounded out.

“Why did you do that?”

Your mouth fell into a little pout hearing him, becoming smaller under the scrutiny of his daunting tone. “I.. just.. I got pissed.”

“You told me to walk away when I got pissed, why didn’t you follow your own advice?” He sounded angry, his eyes still as they remained down casted.

“I didn’t like what he said to you.” You admitted honestly.

Taehyung scoffed under his breath, finally meeting your eyes. “You think I like what he said about you? I got angry too, and rightfully so, yet you stopped me and didn’t stop yourself, why?”

“He had no right to speak to you like that.”

“Who the fuck cares what he said to me?” Taehyung argued. “My only concern was him scaring you, why couldn’t you let me handle him?”

“Because I got angry with what he said to you.”

“Then why didn’t you let me hit him?!”

“Because it would’ve looked bad on you!” You yelled, eyes watery as you grew emotional. You took a shaky, tried breath, sighing harshly.

“He was my problem, and I already have a bad reputation, Taehyung.” You began, your sad eyes finding his swirling ones. “So I don’t care, what people say about me, what publicity surrounds me, how many people hate me. But you..” Your throat practically closed up, tears threatening to spill. “I can’t let anything ruin your reputation, especially if they’re my problems. There’s so much on the line for you, it means more than just you and me. Your company, your parents, your family business and name.”

Taehyung grew entirely soft, taken by your confession.

“It doesn’t matter what people say about me, Taehyung.. they just—” You sniffled, containing your choked up tears. “They can’t say anything about you.”

All Taehyung could feel was utter devastation, licking his lips as his eyes watered, his palms cradling your injured hand. He brought his lips to the bandages, closing his eyes shut as he simply held you. He stayed like that for a while, almost in pain as his eyes fluttered open and for the first time ever, you saw a sight you never thought you’d see.

Taehyung was crying.

“Why would you do that for me? Why did you hurt yourself for me?” A few delicate tears escaped his eyes as he gazed at you with sheer regret, you growing alarmed.

“T-Taehyung, it’s okay, don’t cry. I’m fine, don’t worry at all, I’m fine.” You tried reassuring him, hand finding his cheek as the sight of him crying broke your heart into a million pieces.

“You’re not fine, Ari. You could’ve broken your hand.” He wouldn’t let go of you, extremely troubled as he regarded your hand wrapped up in bandages. “I should’ve protected you, and I couldn’t fucking do that. This should’ve been my hand, not yours.”

Intense emotion caught the back of your throat, thinking how wrong his sentence was. “Hey, don’t say that to me. You were there when I needed you, Taehyung. You always are.”

You watched him deny you, growing emotional. “I just..” His voice broke as he bit his lip, letting go of your hand to come forward and engulf you in his arms instead, a hand snug around your back as the other held the back of your head.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. It should’ve been my hand, it should’ve fucking been me.” He hugged you tightly, desperately, your non-injured hand coming up to rub his back soothingly as he shed some tears into your neck.

You couldn’t stand the fact that he was crying for you, your heart aching terribly, and all you could do was try to soothe him, reassure him. “Shh, it’s okay, Taehyung.” You spoke gingerly by his ear. “If it’s for you, it doesn’t hurt at all.”

Taehyung was overwhelmed by gut-wrenching emotion, so sorrowful that the woman who always takes on the world so boldly could take such a bullet for him too, do something so selfless.

No one has ever done such a thing for him.

He loosened his embrace, hands finding your face to press the deepest of kisses to your forehead, rest his own against you as he spoke, eyes closed shut soaking in the feeling. “Thank you.. I can’t thank you enough.”

He then opened them and drew back to look into your eyes meaningfully, mumbling to you. “You’re my precious Princess, you know that?” He regarded you softly, holding your face intimately as you peered back at him, heart leaping at his endearing words. “My Princess I’ll always protect, always.” He mused, kissing your lips.

You could only smile, hand wiping his tear-stained cheek, locked in a gaze of emotions and feelings both of you could so easily discern, yet wouldn’t speak on for the world.

He drew his lips to yours again, kissing you gratifyingly, passionately as his entire being flooded with gratitude for you; your care for others, your golden heart, your existence he was so attached to now.

And when Taehyung brought you to your shared bedroom that night, helped you change out of your clothes and into his comfy ones, removed your make up and jewelry carefully. Iced your hand until your pain dissipated, insisting you take some painkillers before going to sleep, your heart couldn’t help but soar at his every action brimming with care and consideration, kindness and gentleness. 

And when you laid together in bed, Taehyung wasn’t afraid to hold you so near, cuddling you like you would disappear somehow, like you were a fleeting dream and if he didn’t hold onto you tightly, you may as well have been a figment of his imagination.

Taehyung’s fingers tangled into your soft hair as you fell asleep, your face nuzzled in his bare chest as he suddenly thought back to what his friend Namjoon asked him a while ago, revisiting the complex question.

‘Do you feel something more for her?’

And the more his mind fell into thought, listening to your slow breaths, his large palm cradling your injured hand as your scent of peonies lulled him to sleep, the answer came to him as clearly as anything ever has.

Maybe I do, Taehyung thought.

I think I do.
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So guys, now my only aim is to finish this story soon. Because my school is going to open soon and also 10th is also a crucial point in life. I really need to work hard. So i am thinking to update time to time.
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