#taekook au 🏀
The last thing that Jungkook expected to see after opening his door, is a crying Taehyung with a busted lip and bruises starting to bloom under his once unflawed skin.
His bottom lip wobbles, sucking in a shaky breath. “I didn’t know where else to go.”
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— Short rivals drabble 🏀
— I apologize in advance if this really sucks
— English is not my first language so just ignore typos and my basic words hehe
— Short rivals drabble 🏀
— I apologize in advance if this really sucks
— English is not my first language so just ignore typos and my basic words hehe
It’s only been a few hours since their teams played against each other; hours since they found themselves spitting the foulest insults at one another by the locker rooms after what Taehyung deemed as a ‘dirty win’ and Jungkook refuses to admit that they did, indeed, play dirty.
Despite having been the first to tell Taehyung and his team to go home and cry over their loss, now seeing his adversary /actually/ in tears, Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to step aside and gesture into his dorm room; luckily empty. “Come in.” he instructs.
Taehyung awkwardly steps into the dorm room, not quite sure of what to do as Jungkook closes the door, but does end up sitting down on one of the two beds — guessing by the basketball jersey still there, he guesses that it’s Jungkook’s.
He returns not long after, holding a small white box and he sits next to him; only close enough to do what he must. Taehyung tries to lean away from the hand that reaches for his chin, but it follows him nonetheless, holding his jaw ever so carefully.
Jungkook’s eyes look everywhere on his face while he can only stare at those dark brown orbs. No words are said in the quiet room as the young man gathers some gauze and disinfectant so that he can clean up the wounds.
It stings, Taehyung finds. He can’t keep in the hiss that makes its way out involuntarily as he leans away.
Jungkook just holds his jaw again, softly blowing on his eyebrow so that he can continue to tap it with the gauze.
He’s careful and gentle and Taehyung’s taken aback.
Jungkook just holds his jaw again, softly blowing on his eyebrow so that he can continue to tap it with the gauze.
He’s careful and gentle and Taehyung’s taken aback.
He uses the same technique — blowing and tapping — for all of the visible wounds, including the one on Taehyung’s bottom lip.
“Why are you helping?” he whispers.
Jungkook looks up at him. “Why are you here?”
“Why are you helping?” he whispers.
Jungkook looks up at him. “Why are you here?”
“Your dorm was the closest and, if I’m being honest, I don’t know.” Taehyung admits, trying to look away, but he’s held in place.
“Who did this?” Jungkook asks with a hint of irritation in his voice, and Taehyung isn’t sure whether he should— “Tell me.” he encourages.
“Who did this?” Jungkook asks with a hint of irritation in his voice, and Taehyung isn’t sure whether he should— “Tell me.” he encourages.
“My dad’s a bit strict when it comes to these games… I knew we shouldn’t have let him become the coach.” he whispers, cheeks turning a light shade of red.
“Your coach is your dad?” Taehyung nods. Jungkook bites down on his teeth, visibly angry. “Is he still on the court? I’ll—”
“Your coach is your dad?” Taehyung nods. Jungkook bites down on his teeth, visibly angry. “Is he still on the court? I’ll—”
“No—!” Taehyung quickly holds him by the arm, keeping him from standing up. “I don’t want to do anything about this.”
“Then— Then what am I supposed to do?”
“Just… let me stay for a bit, please.”
Jungkook gulps. “I’ll just store this box…” Taehyung just nods, looking down.
“Then— Then what am I supposed to do?”
“Just… let me stay for a bit, please.”
Jungkook gulps. “I’ll just store this box…” Taehyung just nods, looking down.
He sniffs, laying down on the soft pillow, his body curling itself to seek some warmth. He hopes Jungkook won’t mind, because he doesn’t want to go home or have to explain the situation to anyone else. He’s beyond embarrassed.
Jungkook’s feet stop for a moment when he sees the other man lying on his bed, even if over the covers, and he doesn’t think that his day could get any crazier. He has a celebratory party to attend, but he’s starting to believe that he won’t be attending.
He doesn’t really care.
He doesn’t really care.
He walks around the bed, sitting down behind Taehyung. His hand hesitantly rests on his shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. “Promise that you won’t tell anyone.” he whispers.
“I won’t.” Jungkook quickly assures. “But—”
“No. Please.”
“Okay.”
“I won’t.” Jungkook quickly assures. “But—”
“No. Please.”
“Okay.”
He puckers his lips, unsure of what to do, but ends up whispering a faint ‘fuck it’ before lying down as well, his arm now around Taehyung’s stomach. He waits for a punch or maybe a kick to the shin, but nothing comes — Taehyung only scoots back further.
“Jeon?” he whispers, still facing ahead.
“Hm?”
“I’ll feel better if you admit, between us, that you played dirty.”
Jungkook chuckles, feeling more comfortable; definitely less rigid. “Just a little bit.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes. “I knew it. Cheater.” he mumbles, unimpressed.
“Hm?”
“I’ll feel better if you admit, between us, that you played dirty.”
Jungkook chuckles, feeling more comfortable; definitely less rigid. “Just a little bit.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes. “I knew it. Cheater.” he mumbles, unimpressed.
“Right, right… close your eyes.” and Taehyung does because he’s /exhausted/ and in pain, and somehow Jungkook’s arms don’t feel nearly as uncomfortable as he’d expect; his voice doesn’t sound nearly as irritating as it does on the court.
Jungkook focuses on playing with the soft brown curls, thinking of what to do. For one, he’ll order them some food; two, he’ll make sure to treat Taehyung’s wounds a little better and three, he’ll definitely be having a talk with his coach.
But only after a good post-game nap that, granted, shouldn’t be spent with the other team’s captain, but it’s not like it’s the first time and maybe, just maybe, this will have been the last game where they spew insults at each other.
Because calm Taehyung is quite nice to hold.
Because calm Taehyung is quite nice to hold.
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