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vantemei · 7 years ago

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taehyung remembers the first time he met min yoongi. It was the best day of his life. taehyung had been a fan of agust d since he first heard his collaboration track 'cypher pt.3' and he had been following the rapper ever since. when it was announced that agust d would be doing a concert with jhope and rm in his hometown daegu taehyung had been ecstatic, he'd bought tickets the minute they were available and dragged his best friend jimin with him to the concert decked out in full agust d merch including the hat with three rings on it that the rapper liked to wear in the few selfies he would post on twitter and fan cafe. taehyung hadn't been able to afford vip tickets but he had been lucky enough to get front row. jimin had dared him halfway through to throw his shirt up on stage and who was taehyung to say no in the heat of the moment? only minutes after that he was throwing his underwear up on stage as well and watching with wide eyes as agust d caught it and slipped it into his back pocket where it remained for the rest of the concert.

when security came up to taehyung after the show and asked him to come back stage he thought he was going to die of a heart attack and jimin had to drag him through the backstage hallways until they reached the dressing rooms and there he was, agust d, leaning against the entrance to his dressing room sipping from a bottle of water and holding taehyung's ripped underwear in his free hand. when he saw taehyung coming closer he smirked and that was it, taehyung was absolutely in love.

two months later taehyung found himself pressed against the inside of a dressing room door in busan groaning into min yoongi's mouth and running his fingers through the baby soft hairs at the base of the rappers neck. six months saw them moaning together in yoongi's studio chair, lost in each other's bodies. now, three years later, taehyung sits at the table in their shared apartment and stares at the beautiful silver band on his left ring finger. he can't help the way his eyes burn as he glances over at the clock hanging beside the front door. 21:45. yoongi was supposed to be home at 18:00. taehyung sighs and turns away, looking over the carefully prepared seolleongtang in the center of the table and feels his throat tighten. taehyung makes his way around the table, clearing away the sides and dishes he set out and packing the seolleongtang away for later. he glances at the clock again and can't hide the huff he lets out when he sees another half hour has passed.

the pattering of small feet on the floor eases the crease between his brows. yeontan is always able to put a smile on taehyung's face no matter what. taehyung coos and lifts the small puppy into his arms, smiling widely as yeontan rapidly licks at his jaw, yipping happily at his human. taehyung can feel the frustration and hurt at yoongi fading to the background as he walks over the couch, pulling out his phone to send a few pictures to jimin who always loves the updates on his favorite puppy.

yoongi curses as he checks the time on his phone and sees that it's almost one in the morning. taehyung is probably asleep by now but yoongi is not looking forward to the lecture he'll probably get in the morning. more of the same shit about 'getting home late' and 'making taehyung worry'. honestly, he's a grown man, he can do whatever he wants. yoongi doesn't get why taehyung has been so touchy lately. he thanks the cab driver as he gets out in front of his apartment building and takes a moments to steady himself before walking in. his vision is a little blurry and yoongi nearly trips over his own feet on his way to the elevator, groaning at the throbbing in his head from the loud bass of the club and the alcohol he downed like water just a half hour earlier. after the show, some of the vip ticket fans offered to buy yoongi, namjoon, and hoseok drinks and they had agreed easily, the adrenaline of the show carrying them through two rounds of bbq and several hours of karaoke and clubbing. yoongi had lost track of his phone for a good hour but when he had found it in his pocket and noticed the time to be well past midnight he had hurriedly said his goodbyes and called a cab.

leaning against the wall of the elevator now, yoongi can't remember why he was in such a rush to get home at first and he shrugs off the thought, after all, if it was important he wouldn't have missed it. it's not like it was taehyung's birthday or anything. yoongi is too drunk to care honestly, he just wants to find some food and pass out, crawl into taehyung's arms and cuddle up to his nice, warm fiance. the elevator dings at his floor and yoongi stumbles out into the hallway, swaying up to the door and fumbling with his keys for a few moments before the door is opening and taehyung's tired, red-eyed face is staring him down.

taehyung heard yoongi coming from down the hall. the heavy footsteps and thudding of him bumping into the wall, taehyung had heard the same sounds every night for the past couple weeks if yoongi even came home at all. taehyung had brought it up twice and yoongi had just brushed him off, told him to stop being overbearing and taehyung had let it go, didn't think it was worth the fight, but today? the anniversary of taehyung's father's death? the one day he didn't want to spend alone, especially after yoongi had said they would spend it together cuddling and they would pay respects together? it meant a lot to taehyung when yoongi had said that. but here he was, at two in the morning with red eyes after paying respects by himself, and absolutely done with yoongi, so when he heard the familiar fumbling at their door, he yanked it open and glared at his fiance.

the gummy smile that lights up yoongi's face hurt and taehyung can't help the choked sob that wrenches itself from his chest. yoongi looks absolutely shell shocked at the sound and taehyung feels his stomach plummet at the surprise on his face. he turns away, vaguely aware of yoongi shutting the door and following after him before a hand on his wrist is tugging him back.

"taehyung, baby what's wrong?" yoongi's voice is slurred and it makes the sadness in taehyung's chest bubble into anger.

"what's wrong?! really yoongi? it's two in the morning! you were supposed to be home hours ago! i've been waiting for you!"

yoongi looks taken aback by taehyung's sudden anger but he raises to meet it immediately. "i never told you to! no one said you have to wait for me, you could have just gone to bed!"

"that's not the point yoongi! the point is that you've been coming home later and later every night and we've barely had a chance to spend time together in weeks! i thought at least today of all days you would be here yoongi!"

"fuck today! what's so special about today? why are you acting so petty about this? i'm a grown man, taehyung, i can do whatever i want to!"

taehyung knows that yoongi is drunk and he knows that even when he's sober yoongi's temper is not something to mess with but honesty taehyung is just sick and tired of bending over backwards for whatever yoongi wants.

"yeah you know what?! fuck today yoongi! fuck today! of course you don't remember what today - oh sorry yesterday - was. why would you anyway!? it's not like you should care right? just cause we've been together for three years - just because you fucking asked me to marry you - yeah, why does that mean you should remember something as stupid as yesterday?!"

"would you stop yelling taehyung?! god you're such a whiny bitch! so what i came home a little late? stop trying to make this some big deal! what did i miss? your house plant's birthday? why do you have to get on my ass about to much stupid shit! if i had known you were gonna end up being so clingy then maybe i wouldn't have proposed!"

taehyung has been holding back tears since that first sob but when yoongi says that, when yoongi stumbles forward and shoves his hands against taehyung's shoulders and pushes with all his strength, when taehyung falls like a shaking bag of leaves, pliant under the hands he never thought would hurt him, he can't hold back his tears. his head thumps painfully against the wall and his eyes are wide as he looks up at yoongi, eyes narrowed on taehyung's fallen form and mouth twisted down in a grimace.

"y-you don't mean that. yoon-"

"i do! you're so fucking annoying taehyung! always wanting to cuddle and needing attention like some stupid fucking puppy! and you're always saying such weird shit, god what are you five?! do you know how embarrassing that is? maybe if you weren't such an alien i'd want to spend more time with you!"

there's a distressed whining noise and it takes a second for taehyung to realize it;s not coming from him. yeontan is peeking his head around the hallway and taehyung glances over at him before looking back at the floor in front of him. yoongi's shoes disappear from his line of sight and he hears the fridge opening and some rustling before it shuts and yoongi's steps disappear down the hall followed by the slam of their door.

taehyung can feel the wetness of the tears slipping down his cheeks but it's hardly noticeable compared to the paralyzing coldness of the hole yoongi just ripped in his heart. taehyung doesn't know how long he sits there, leaning with his back against the wall. it's must not have been longer than thirty minutes but it feels like an eternity. at some point yeontan gave up licking at his hand and is curled up in taehyung's lap, sleeping peacefully.

eventually, the screaming silence of the apartment becomes too much for taehyung to take and he gently moves yeontan to a cushion on the couch, pressing a soft kiss to the pup's head before he grabs his phone and keys and leaves the apartment. taehyung isn't sure where he's headed but it doesn't really matter, as long as it's not where he just was. it's still dark out, lit only by the street lamps and storefronts of their neighborhood, but taehyung doesn't take any notice. all he can hear is yoongi's words repeating over and over in his head.

it feels like everything is happening in slow motion. the whoosh of the convenience store automatic doors opening just across the street in front of him, the flash of headlights to his left, the screech of tires on rain slick pavement. and then it speeds up. there's a horrible crunching sounds and taehyung feels like he's flying for a split second before glass is crunching beneath him and he's rolling up- up, and then over, before he's falling again. there's more screeching as the car stops somewhere to his - his what? right? taehyung can't tell. he's faced...down maybe? it's all dark in front of one of his eyes, he doesn't know which one. it hurts. why does it hurt? he tries to bring his hand to his face but he - he can't - why can't he move his arm - his eye, the one that doesn't hurt, it blinks once - twice - he can't see his hand. only a tire - why is there a tire where his hand should be? why is the tire so close?

there's more screaming and then the screeching sounds again - his hand! taehyung can see his hand! it's - it's red? why is it red? why does it look like that? what's that white thing? taehyung tries to move his other hand and he feel victorious when it moves. his head, it's looking at the wrong hand right now, he has to see the better one. turn turn turn - oh! there it is! his hand! this one isn't red! teahyung's eye wanders and he spots his phone, the screen horribly cracked and alight with a message. there's still someone screaming and it sounds like someone is talking to him but taehyung doesn't care he should tell yoongi about his phone, he'll need a new screen he slaps the ground a few times on accident before it lands on his phone and he grins his mouth tastes like copper. his mouth hurts. so much hurts the phone rings a few times and it sounds strangely loud against the ringing in taehyung's ears.

"what do you want taehyung?" yoongi sounds sleepy. yoongi is so cute when's he's sleepy.

"y-yoonie - " his chest hurts so much why does he hurt so much where is yoongi "yoonie i'm - i hurt"

the dial tone echoes like guillotine and taehyung remembers why yoongi isn't there, he remembers and it hurts oh god it hurts - so much why why why why he doesn't want to hurt why does he hurt why him -

there's more yelling and then hands are on taehyung and it feels like fire, he tries to scream but it's wet and weak and tastes like copper and all taehyung manages before he feels himself being moved and his world dissolves into white hot agony.

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