#taekookau where: Mafia boss Taehyung comes home after a hard day...

“Don’t raise your voice.” Jungkook told him as soon as he got home.
“I’m pissed!”
“I don’t give a shit about the fucking rug.” He groaned, stepping off the rug anyway.
“Behaving like a what? A bitch?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow.
“I never said that!”
“You know you have a lot of nerve talking to a mob boss like that, you know what I could do to you?”
“I’d like to see you try.” Jungkook took a step closer, looking Taehyung in the eye.
Taehyung stared back at him as his lips formed a pout. “M’sorry.” He muttered, watching Jungkook walk past him, grab a first aid kit and sit down on the couch.
“Mhm you told me.”
“As soon as we get there, I tell Hyunsoo to keep watch because that’s the only thing he’s good at and the stupid fucking-!”
“M’sorry.” He frowned sadly looking up at Jungkook who met his eyes with a smile.
“Keep going.”
“Okay.” Taehyung smiled softly.
“I know baby, I know.”
“I know you’re sorry, let me see where it hurts.” He told him.
“But I like when you play in my hair.” Taehyung mumbled not wanted to get out of his position.
“Nowhere else?” He asked, pulling Taehyung closer to see his bloody lip.
“Nowhere else.” He mumbled, watching his husband dry his blood. “A kiss would make it better.”
“Love you baby, you always take care of me.”
“Aww, is the big bad mob boss pouting?” Jungkook smiled before Taehyung pinched his waist.
“Say it back.”
“Please say it back.”
“I love you.” He whispered.
“Can you uh…” Taehyung hesitated at the feat of rejection.
“Can I what?”
“It’s a little different.” He muttered.
“Tell me, it’s fine.”
“Can you…kiss my scars?”
“I got upset and yelled at you, I know.”
“And you cried, Baby. You said you hated your scars.”
“But you said you loved them. Why?”
“Well…” Jungkook blushed because he never fully admitted it before.
“Kiss them. Please, Love?” He asked, pulling Jungkook into his lap.
He gripped Taehyung’s arm, turning it to see the scars on his wrists.
He travelled up further kissing every single scar and mark on Taehyung’s body.
“Baby?” He looked up at Taehyung when he heard him sobbing. “Should I stop?”
“No.” He smiled softly. “They’re happy tears love, keep going.”
“Of course it’s your favorite.” Taehyung chuckled when he felt Jungkook’s lips on the scar on his eyebrow. That was the only scar Jungkook gave him. It was when they first met…


