HIRAETH TAEJOON。

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I walked back into the lounge room, to see it clear of all rubbish, and looking brand new. Except for the exhausted Taehyung lying on the carpet.

He sprung up when he saw I'd entered.
"Why was there a pizza under your sofa?"
Why was there a PIZZA under my sofa? I haven't even eaten pizza.
"Probably... teleported... there?"
God, Namjoon, you are a terrible liar.
This day seems to be going we-

"TAE!! WHY ARE YOUR HANDS BLEEDING?!"

"I don't know, I just picked up all the jagged, shiny things, hyung."

He had a pained look on his face.

Dragging him to the bathroom, I was seriously freaked.

What if he'd lost too much blood? What if it scars? How did he not see that he was being cut?

I washed all the blood off of his hands and sat him on the toilet seat.

"You should really be more careful, Tae." I mumbled, as I got out the medical kit.
I poured the antiseptic onto a cotton ball.

"This might sting a bit, 'kay."

I started to clean the wounds, trying not to look at the tears forming in his eyes.
Throwing the cotton ball into the bin, I grabbed the bandages out of the kit, so he didn't hurt himself more.

Taking him out of the bathroom, I led him to the couch.

" Are you hungry, Taehyung?" I quietly asked.
He nodded in approval, so I went to the kitchen to make him some soup.

Poor kid. He just wanted to help.