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#taekookau where like a bad penny, Taehyung keeps turning up at Jungkook's doorstep, seeking a redemption that Jungkook isn't capable of giving him. gangster th x doctor jk, childhood friends to lovers to exes, angsty . for @Bam Happy 8k bbygurl :)

Jungkook stood still, watching the blood drip down Taehyung’s chin, fat red drops, landing on the older male’s stark white t shirt and soaking the fabric in a scarlet splotch, his face paler than usual, his gaze heavier than usual.
It was like his mind was already giving up on keeping them open and his legs were just unsteady as he leaned against the wooden frame of Jungkook’s door. His snapback hid his eyes and also the shocking white of his dark hair ,
but the lips looked the same as they had the last time Jungkook had seen him. Red, plump and with a small cut, barely healing over. Jungkook remembered that cut. He had patched it up for him three weeks ago.
“Jungkook ah…” Taehyung’s voice sounded raspy and strained, vocal cords fighting to draw energy from a body that was already shutting down. Sighing, Jungkook grabbed his wrist, watching the way he winced at the touch. Bruises, on his knuckles.
Scrapes all over his fingers and a finger that looked unnaturally bent. “Why are you here?” Jungkook whispered, gripping the door till his fingers turned white.
Taehyung blinked and the cut in his forehead bled a bit more, the red liquid slipping into his eye and making him flinch. “Baby…. “ he slurred, voice low and raspy, “ Came to see you…I wanted to see you…”
Jungkook scoffed as he moved closer, wrapping his arm around Taehyung’s waist slowly, aware that the older was probably sporting cracked ribs as well. “You’re dying.” Jungkook said flatly. Taehyung let out a harsh little laugh.
“ Probably.” He agreed quietly, before bringing his had up to gently brush the hair off Jungkook’s brow, eyes heavy with intent. “ But not tonight.” 🌿🌼🌿🌼🌿
Taehyung and Jungkook had grown up together. In a fishing village off the coast of Jeju do and they had been in love for as long as Jungkook could remember. Taehyung had been his first. His only.
When they both got into medical school, Jungkook was over the moon. He knew he was going to be a pediatrician and he knew Taehyung would be a successful surgeon. They would get married and have their happily ever after.
Except that when they reached Seoul, that wasn’t what happened. Taehyung hated the city. He hated college. He hated studying. He hated everything except being with Jungkook and then he started hating that too….
Jungkook wasn’t fun enough . Jungkook wasn’t adventurous enough . Jungkook wasn’t reckless enough .
Jungkook just…. wasn’t enough. 🌿🌼🌿🌼🌿
𝘚𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱, 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 ~ Let me Know ( BTS )
“ Why are you here?” Jungkook asked again. He took the pad of cotton wool, held it delicately with the forceps and then dipped it in the antiseptic lotion on the metal tray.
And then he gently wiped at the cut on Taehyung’s forehead. “ Why don’t you just go to an emergency room? Why do you always turn up here and hurt me?”
Taehyung was shirtless, body a canvas of criss-cross stripes and blooming bruises . Someone had really did a number on him. Taehyung didn’t reply, just stared at Jungkook intently, face inches from the younger’s as he watched Jungkook work.
“We broke up.” Jungkook continued, voice shaking. “You shouldn’t be coming back to me. You shouldn’t be doing this to me Kim Taehyung! Damn you! Damn you to hell and back! ” Jungkook felt tears sting.
The first few drops slipped out and dripped over his cheeks, landing on Taehyung’s knees. Still Taehyung stayed quiet, gaze steady as he watched Jungkook cry. As he watched Jungkook cry because of him.
“I love that you cry for me. You’re the only one who ever does. You always cried for me. even when we were six years old and my father beat me up. ” he finally said and Jungkook felt his heart break all over again.
Sniffling, he wiped the back of his arm across his nose. Jungkook swiped away the tears and glared at him. “Stop it. “ Jungkook said sternly. But Taehyung merely smiled at him.
“You told me you wanted to become a doctor only because you wanted to stop me from hurting. And then you cried again…” Taehyung was smiling softly , like it was the best memory he had and Jungkook wanted to lash out at him.
“Well, I won’t ! Anymore… You’re not worth my tears.!” he shouted even as a few more slipped out, unbidden. Jungkook's body and mind never did listen to him when it came to Kim Taehyung. And then his heart ended up paying the price for it.
Taehyung smiled softly, reaching out and lightly rubbing his thumb on the underside of his eye. Jungkook pulled away, hating himself.
Dropping the bloody bit of cotton wool on the bin at his feet, he picked up the tube of antibiotic and sprayed some of the disinfectant on his fingers. He applied some of the cream on his fingertips before carefully dabbing the cut on Taehyung’s forehead.
Taehyung hissed and Jungkook startled, nearly dropping the tray and Taehyung’s hand shot out, gripping his wrist hard, steadying him. It felt like a fiery burn, the touch of his hands on Jungkook’s own and the younger tugged his hand away.
Or at least tried to. Taehyung didn’t let go, thumb tracing circles on Jungkook’s forearm in gentle soothing strokes. “I missed you.” He whispered. Jungkook could only stare, helpless.
“Remember that night … in the barn?” He said suddenly, just as Jungkook finished bandaging the cut on his forehead. The doctor moved to get a new batch of cotton wool to start on the others. “No.” he lied promptly. Taehyung chuckled.
“Should i jog your memory then? We snuck out of your brother’s engagement , that night … after school?…” “Why are you doing this to me?” Jungkook whispered. “i keep thinking about that night….” Taehyung said quietly. “Well, i don’t…. “ Jungkook snapped..
“you should…it was amazing..” “Taehyung…” “I love you, Jungkook.” Taehyung said quietly. " You know that right?" Jungkook sighed. “Turn around, let me see your back. “ he said softly.
Taehyung smiled and shifted obediently. As he began cleaning up the cuts there, Taehyung couldn’t help but remember the night he was referring to.
How sweet Jungkook had tasted. How soft his skin had felt under his fingers. How gentle his breath had felt against his ears as Tae pushed into him, how perfect their first time together had been. And yet,here they were. He felt bitter. Lost. Angry at himself. And at Jungkook
“ Tell me to never come back.” His lips closed over Jungkook’s own with bruising familiarity, his body still thrumming from the residual adrenaline from his fight, as he backed Jungkook into the bed.
( mild nsfw , top tae )
It was fast and rough and fierce. Taehyung used his tongue to trace the seam of Jungkook’s lips, demanding entrance, even as his hands slipped underneath his legs, gripping his thighs and forcing the younger to wrap his legs around his lean waist.
Jungkook gasped, the physical expression of Taehyung’s strength leaving him a little dazed. They’re roughly the same size and Jungkook probably is built a bit bigger. But Taehyung makes up for it with his sinewy strength and Jungkook has always felt small and safe in his arms.
“You missed me , didn’t you? “ Taehyung whispered, kissing him feverishly as he pressed him into the mattress. Jungkook groaned, choking on air as he tried to get his bearings. “No. “ he said stubbornly. “Do You love me?” He demanded, fingers reaching down between his legs.
“No…” he choked out, head dropping into Taehyung's shoulders. Taehyung helps him strip out of his clothes. Its a lie really. One he kept telling himself too often these days. Jungkook held onto Taehyung, as the older opened him up, using the lube from under the pillow.
“You’re over me then?” Taehyung said curiously, and there's a glint of a challenge there. “Yes…I’m over you…i don’t love you anymore ..I…”
Taehyung pushed in without warning, burying himself to the hilt, Jungkook's voice ripping out of him in a strangled breath that was half gibberish and half Taehyung's name.
Jungkook felt tears slip out as he fucked into him, slowly and then rough , alternating the tempo till he was a shivering , boneless mess. “Let me in, babe…. I’ll take care of you…. Let me in… ” Taehyung whispered raggedly,
even as he pressed in further, brushing some elusive spot inside Jungkook that set off fireworks at the back of his eyelids, his blood singing in his veins. “Open your eyes… Look at me.. ” Taehyung said roughly
And Jungkook? Jungkook wanted this forever. Taehyung inside him, right where he belonged. right where he should be. Safe and sound. Not hurting but happy. But he’s going to leave again. He’s going to go get hurt again.
Afterwards, the silence is deafening. They lay there like that for a few minutes, exhausted, limp and breathless. Everything felt empty in the aftermath except for where they were joined, hot and wet, the smell of sex so pungent in the air that Jungkook wanted
to sink into the floor. “Tell me to leave. Tell me to get lost, damn you! Help me leave.....Jungkook- ah ” Taehyung whispered against his neck. Jungkook pulled back to stare at him. “No.” he said quietly. 🌼🌿🌼🌿🌼🌿
Jungkook watched him as he put his clothes back on, still wincing lightly at the movements. Taehyung hadn’t cracked any ribs . And his finger was only sprained. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been.
Jungkook sat on the foot of the bed, knees pulled up and chin resting on them as he watched him. “Is this it?” he said stupidly. Taehyung hesitated. “You tell me.”
“Quit everything. Come back to me.” Jungkook whispered , the words familiar and tasteless. He had said them so many times now. Over and over. They no longer held any meaning. Or so it felt. He smiled at Jungkook and finished lacing up his boots before walking over.
He crouched low and carefully brushed his hair away. “You know I can’t , love.” “Taehyungie hyung…. Don’t leave me…” he whispered , turning his cheek to rub it against his palm.
Taehyung smiled again , bright and wide and it was like watching an angel. So beautiful. He was so damn beautiful. “I have to go…” “Don’t go back there… It’s dangerous…” Jungkook begged, clinging to the collar of his bloodstained jacket.
“No..” Taehyung pulled his hands away and stood up slowly, walking over to the door. “ I’m dangerous.” he whispered with a wink. And then he was gone. 🌿🌼🌿🌼🌿
𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘦’𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘴 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵
A month later, Jungkook was flipping through the TV channels when the news item caught his attention. “…….Earlier tonight, yet another shootout in lower Itaewon as gang members clashed at a popular college hang-out….The incident left two dead and three injured …….”
Jungkook’s heart dropped to his knees and he dove for his phone, watching the scene on the TV. He noticed the ambulance, checked the hospital. It was his hospital…. He whimpered as he dialled the number. “Jimin!! Today… the shooting …in itaewon…” He choked out.
“It isn’t him, Jungkook.” Jungkook’s breath came out in a whoosh. “I… Are you sure…?” he said stupidly, his fingers going ice cold in relief. “It isn’t Taehyung..”
Jungkook hung up the phone with dead fingers, his heartrate slowly coming back to normal. It wasn’t him . But someday it would be. And there was nothing he could do about it. 🌿🌼🌼🌿
The knock on his door came at midnight. Don’t open it. End it now. End it today. This isn’t right. Jungkook dragged himself off the bed and slowly walked to the door. He took a deep breath before grabbing the key and slowly unlocking it.
He was dressed in a snapback. The same olive green jacket. His white shirt was surprisingly clean, but his arm was drenched and he caught the bullet hole in the sleeve, nausea hitting him in the stomach. “Did you miss me?” Taehyung whispered.
Yes. I miss you. I wish you would stay. I hate it when you leave. I wish I was string enough to say I’m done. But mostly I wish, I didn’t love you the way I did. Jungkook held the door open and helped him in.
“No.” Jungkook said softly, cherishing the warmth of his laughter as Taehyung hugged him. Taehyung ran his hand up and down his back. "Good." the older man said. " Now patch me up, pretty baby." 🌿🌼🌿🌼🌿
𝘐𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺?
🌼🌿🌼🌿🌼 The End. Hope you enjoyed it :) Its an ambiguous ending. You can decide if they get back together or not :)
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