Taehyung's opponent had been almost a head taller than him, and nearly twice his size
He closes his eyes, feeling the flood of emotion take over his senses
The cheer of the crowd
The buzz of the commentator
The adrenaline in his veins
The man in front of him smiles, his mouth impossibly wide and teeth blackened and jagged
Taehyung leaps forward, putting all his power into his fist and swinging hard
Taehyung winces when Hoseok applies the disinfectant on his face
Hoseok clicks his tongue in annoyance
"Stay still, just a few more minutes to go."
It's impossibly painful , the way Hoseok dabs the Dettol soaked balls of cotton into his skin, the cuts burning with the sting of the phenolic compounds
It hurts so much
It's that he shouldn't
Taehyung lost that right a long time ago
The same night he acquired his massive debt towards the nurse
Hoseok clicks his tongue for the umpteenth time since he began patching Taehyung up
Taehyung lets out a shudder when Hoseok leans into his space, reaching for the gash on Taehyungs forehead
I'm half dead
I fell asleep twice in the middle of writing this
Sorry for the typos and this thread in general
But I might write this when I wake up
It's part of his job
It would be quite bothersome if he were to feel bothered by the wounds of all his patients
And he never is
No matter how severe they are, no matter if they come in absolutely torn up and dripping blood
Hoseok is always fine
It's only Taehyung who makes his fingers tremble as he unrolls the gauze
It's only Taehyung who makes him want to bend down and the cuts on his parted lips
And the truth that he-- Hoseok-- is the only reason why Taehyung continues to visit his infirmary in clothes and smile stained crimson red
Thank you to everyone who's reading this
Hope ur enjoying it
It's not gonna be that angsty, just kinda stressed so no worries
(who we kidding they gonna cry)
What do you think happened between VHope for Tae to owe Hobi such a debt?
Hoseok takes in the panic in Doctor Seokjin's features
The older man is the only who knows about Taehyung
It was expected when Seokjin confronted him with why he was nursing someone who hadn't registered at the counter, or seen Seokjin himself
It's true, Hoseok has known Taehyung since before he has known himself.
He's a boxer."
That's true too. In dingy cellars in the shady parts of Seoul, Taehyung wears red tattered boxing gloves that he flings about to defend himself
That's the biggest truth Hoseok has said so far.
Kim Taehyung is poor because he has a debt.
He has a debt towards Hoseok.
Although it annoys Hoseok to no end when Seokjin pries too much
And it hurts when Seokjin asks him,
"Are you sure that's all there is between you too?"
"He looks at you a lot like how a lover would."
"Hyung, I love you. I love you so fucking much."
"One more kiss, please. Just one more?"
"God, you're so gorgeous. How did I get so lucky with you?"
"You feel so good, hyung. So warm."
"Hyung, I'm so sorry."
It still hurts every time he remembers it.
It still hurts when he thinks of how he had the world in his hand.
Only for it to fall apart and slip through his fingers.
Taehyung counts the bills, taking in the rustling sound.
He smiles before he bids the man at the prize collection booth farewell.
Taehyung walks out of the alley, hearing the roars of the crowd echoing behind him.
There's another match going on
Taehyung sighs, pulling his hoodie up to cover his head, pushing his hands into the pockets of his jeans
He picks up his pace, kicking at the pebbles in his path
He has somewhere to be
He has something to do
He has someone to see
It doesn't take long, there's no one else in the life except for him
But it makes him feel stuffy, inadequate
It's funny because the tiny changing room in the fighting arena, that smells of pungent sweat and dirty socks is something he's grown accustomed to
As if he's been waiting eons to step outside and walk to the door, three apartments down the line
As if he's been waiting eons to ring the doorbell and hear the familiar patter of feet walking towards him
Taehyung has to look away from Hoseok's slim frame, drowning in his white oversized t-shirt
He has to look away from Hoseok's wet hair, dripping droplets of water onto his shirt and making it transparent
He wants to lick it off
He chooses instead to fist his hands in his pocket and make his way into the warm confines of Hoseoks home
He grasps them in his own before he takes out the wad of cash he'd been given just a while ago
"Here hyung, I won today.
It's not much.
I'll make more-- I'll make it all."
It spills out of his delicate hand.
Hoseok flips through them, watching the man on the notes smiling plastically
He smiles ironically, before looking up into Taehyung's eyes
He chooses to ignore the longing in his eyes
"I'm not so heartless, Tae.
I'm not so heartless that I'll take all your money."
Hoseok smiles again, purposely making the twist of his lips pinched and condescending.
I just want my share."
He doesn't say that there is a perverse pleasure he takes in knowing that Taehyung is tied to him, at least in this way
His face is strained, his lips caught between his teeth in a vice grip
He's so close to Hoseok
Hoseok smells the same as he used to before
Like this, when he's not in the hospital, Hoseok smells like horny and vanilla
He smells like home
He wants to hold him right, and beg for his forgiveness
Taehyung has been trying so hard
He's been hurting
He's been bleeding and breaking everyday for Hoseok
He wants to beg for mercy
For it all to stop
It takes him more strength than he he's had to muster even during his toughest battles against his strongest opponents to just walk away from Hoseok in his home
Because once upon a time,
Hoseok was always walking towards Taehyung...
The room echoes with the sound of Hoseok's sobs
Broken, muffled and wet as he wails into his pillow
Taehyung stands by the side of his bed, hands clenched at his sides, nails digging into his palms, deep enough to draw blood
The sobs are ceaseless
Taehyung wants to sob too
"Hyung, I --"
Hoseok screams. He howls in agony.
Taehyung watches him fist his sheets, white sheets with tear stains by the head.
"Fucking fix this, Tae.
You did this to me.
He cries once again.
Taehyung gulps down his own tears, watching Hoseok cry silently, his body turned away from him
Taehyung reaches over to hold his back, before he stops
His hands are shaking
He pulls them back
He doesn't have the right to touch Hoseok anymore
Not after what he did
"I'll make it up to you, hyung
I'll pay you back."
The last time he saw him was at his house
The boxer had come home to give him the money
Hoseok's hand stutters and the patient yelps in pain
Hoseok apologises profusely, taking extra care with his job and ensuring that he doesn't daydream anymore
When all's done and he's alone in the little infirmary, he lets his mind wander to what happened only a few days ago
It's not that much really
It's just a chip in the block
But it's a lot for them-- for Hoseok and Taehyung
And Taehyung had given it all to Hoseok
All his money
All his hard-earned livelihood
Hoseok thinks about how that money is stained with Taehyungs blood
"You fucking did this to me.
It still hurts to think of the past
He let's out a shaky breath, before putting on his white coat and walking out towards a new set of patients
In spite of all thats happened, he doesn't want Taehyung to be hurt
It hurts him just as much to watch,even when he's the one patching things up
Taehyung pauses in the middle of packing his things
He turns around to look at the man who stands, leaning against the door, cherubic face twisted in curiosity
"What do you want, Jimin?"
"I'm just stating my observations.
You always used to rush off after your matches,by yourself
But the next day, your wounds are dressed and even though you're hurt, you look happier somehow.
It's mind boggling."
"What do you mean?"
Jimin sighs, slumping against the frame of the door
"These days, you've been wining more matches.
You've found your own gameplan and it's working.
Which is why you don't get hurt as much."
"But in spite of being much better off and actually winning for a change,
You look so sad.
/You were somehow happier/
He chuckles brokenly.
He really was happier a few days ago, when he was a loser trying to make ends meet
His guts punched in and his heart slammed down
He was happier because he was always being put together by Hoseoks delicate fingers, his soft delicate touch burning into Taehyung's skin
He was happier because at least in near death, he could have Hoseok next to him. He could have Hoseok holding him
Mind your own business."
Taehyung bumps into Jimin's shoulder before walking out.
He slams the door shut and makes his way back home
At the intersection, he stares long down the road that leads to the familiar brick house
The road that leads to Hoseok
He ushers Taehyung into his infirmary
Hoseok looks into Taehyungs eyes
There's no blood, no wounds
Hoseok chooses to ignore how his heart skips a beat at how gorgeous Taehyung is
"Tae, yore so handsome."
"But hyung, you're beautiful..."
Why's wrong? You look fine."
Hoseok places one hand on Taehyungs shoulder and brings the other to cup his face, tilting it to search for any wounds or bruises
Taehyung gently pulls off his hand, startling Hoseok and making him yelp
Taehyung's voice is raspy
"I'm okay, hyung. I've become better.
Haven't lost a single match this week."
Hoseok pulls his hand back and rubs it, unconsciously treasuring Taehyungs touch
Then why are you here?"
There is a look of absolute confusion in his eyes, they're blown wide and they sparkle with something Taehyung has long associated to being the shine of Hoseok's soul
He moves closer to the nurse, invading his personal space
I missed you."
Taehyung is right in front of him
The infirmary snrlls of disinfectant and chemicals
But it also smells like Taehyung
Taehyung's sweat, a reminder of what he was doing before coming to see him
The smell of Taehyung's shampoo, a faint strawberry scent
And Hoseok feels himself drowning
He remembers how barely a year ago, he had let himself be willingly engulfed by Taehyung- his touch and his warmth
Tiny reminder that this isn't a nurse x patient romance
Hobi and Tae are childhood friends
Just wanted to let you guys know
I don't ship unprofessional romances like doctor patient or teacher student
#vhopeboxerau resumes tomorrow
"Hyung, come watch me tonight.
I have a match against last year's champion trophy runner up."
Taehyung pulls Hoseok's hand, urging him to cheer for him that night.
"I've been in really good form this past week, hyung.
Want you to see me win."
Hoseok doesn't like watching Taehyungs matches
He doesn't like it because Taehyung, irrespective of whether he wins or loses, always gets hurt at least a minuscule amount
And no matter how level headed and onjectibe Hoseok is
No matter how much he's practised as a nurse-
Hes never really prepared for a Taehyung hurt...
But Hoseok goes anyway
It's not his first time to watch Tae defending himself against opponents significantly bigger than him, older and stronger
And it's obvious from the moment he takes a seat in the dingy stadium seat reserved just for him but Taehyung--
Taehyung will lose
And he's right...
Two hours later, Hoseok is cleaning Taehyung's wounds after kissing them.
Sorry for the typos
Autocorrect hates me; not to mention i was sleepy and my thumbs slipped :(
Anyways I hope you're enjoying this, im having a lot of fun writing it
Talk to me (pls be nice T^T )
Sometimes, Taehyung wins.
It always leaves Hoseok feeling more than a little uncomfortable whenever the gong rings for the match to begin.
Taehyung flings his bottle of water away, the liquid spilling out in a spray as it flies outside the ring.
Taehyung charges towards his opponent.
Today, the man who flings his punches at him is lean and not as intimidating as the ones he usually faces
But Hoseok is still terrified
His heart clenches in fear, his hands clutched together as he prays for Taehyung's victory
The first punch lands on Taehyung and nearly blows him away
Taehyung spits,trying to balance himself on wobbly knees before he delivers a punch just as brutal as the one he received
Tae is light on his feet, he bounces slightly, dodging his opponent's every blow
But the match is far from being an easy win
His opponent catches him off-guard with a counter and punches him in the gut
The stadium gasps in shock
The referee blows the whistle and Hoseok watches Taehyung drop to his knees
He watches Taehyung's face twist in utter pain
The referee issues his opponent a warning and a penalty before bending down and checking if Taehyung is good to continue
Hoseok''s wet eyes are transfixed on Taehyung
"Say no, please," he whispers.
"Please, say no."
But Hoseok is far from surprised when Taehyung nods his head and rises on his feet
He makes his stand, spine straight, boxing gloved hands out in a defensive position
Eyes burning wild with sheer determination.
And Hoseok knows--
He knows that this is going to be another one of those matches
The kind of match that's going to hurt
The kind of match that's going to put constellations of wounds and scars on Taehyung's golden skin
The kind of match that will add to Hoseok's nightmares
And when the cursed bell rings, loud and shrill, making the entire arena erupt into thunderous applause
Hoseok holds his breath and wishes he could just fast forward to when they would be back home, this match left behind, like any other of Taehyung's matches
Taehyung lands several critical punches and Hoseok should feel relieved
But he's not
Because Taehyung is still being attcked- he will continue to be, as long as the match isn't finished
Hoseok wants to look away, like he does every time he watches Taehyung fight
He wants to look anywhere but at the arena
Where the love of his life is struck with one blow after the other, little red patches littering his body in bruises that were sure to bloom blue black in a matter of days
It's a rocky start but Taehyung somehow managed to turn the match around, overpowering his opponent and delivering punch after punch in the most acute target areas
Hoseok can't take his eyes off him, even though he really wants to
Because this is wrong
This is painful
Hoseok feels sad because it's truly unpleasant to watch Taehyung beat the other man to a pulp, even though it's still infinitely better than the opponent slamming his mitted fists into Taehyung
Taehyung wins the match
His face is splattered with cuts and bruises and a sprinkling of what Hoseok suspects is his opponent's blood
he stands tall, panting and heaving in his exertion, mouth pulled into that signature box like smile of his
Even now, with the referee pulling Taehyung's hand up in victory and the whole crowd going berserk with their applause, Taehyung's eyes still search for Hoseok
They still search for him between the hundreds of people that are seated before him
When Taehyung finally finds Hoseok, his nose crunches up and Hoseok can almost hear him giggle, his smile growing broader and eyes forming tiny wrinkles at the sides
Taehyung is looking at him with so much glee
Because he won the match
And he won it in front of Hoseok
And that's why Hoseok smiles
His mouth pulls up against his will, forcing himself to display a happiness he does not feel
He's happy for Taehyung, he's happy that he's won
But all the blood, sweat, and tears on his hands and on his opponents as well--
Was it really worth it?
He swallows his feelings down
And smiles back...
Backstage smells of sweat and alcohol and he wants to gag
He makes his way towards the locker room, waiting outside for Taehyung to come out
He's surprised when he sees a tall bulky man make his way towards the door
The man's face is twisted in fury and his arms are flexed
The man grazes by Hoseok, making him nearly topple over in fright
The man flings the door to the locker room open and barges in
Hoseok places his hand on his chest and looks behind him, at the intimidating man who stomps into the room, bringing chaos in his wake
There are yells of protest from the few other users, someone even rushing forward to reprimand him
But the man pushes them all aside, looking around for his target
His eyes glint when they zero in on his target
Hoseok looks towards the direction of his anger
And his heart sinks
The man sprints towards Taehyung, who is bare-chested and stands in shock
The man pounces on top of him, pinning him to the ground
He shakes Taehyung, banging his head against the concrete floor
"You fucking piece of shit. How dare you pull such a stunt?"
He draws his hand as far back as he can and rams it into Taehyung's face
Taehyung fortunately manages to wiggle about and the punch lands on the floor
The man doesn't let up though
He screams as he tries to deliver more punches
"You fucking hurt my son, he's fucking bleeding!"
Hoseok wants to run towards them
He wants to fling the man away
He wants to protect his lover from this man and from the rest of the world
But his knees buckle and he falls to his feet, tears slipping down his face in absolute fright
Hoseok watches the man being pulled away and Taehyung being helped up
He shuffles messily onto his feet and runs towards him
Tae. Tae. Tae."
He sinks to his feet and places shaky hands on Taehyung's cheeks.
"Oh my God."
He rubs his thumb against a fresh gash, fresher than the cuts and wounds from a few hours ago
His fingers tremble and Taehyung brings his hand up to clasp it
Taehyung closes his eyes and whispers softly
"I'm okay, hyung.
Hoseok sobs as he leans towards his lover
"I'm fine," Taehyung kisses Hoseok's forehead, and nuzzles into his neck
Hoseok pulls back and looks deep into Taehyung's eyes
Tae, what was that?"
Taehyung winces, and Hoseok wonders if it's from physical pain
"This-- It's pretty common here, hyung.
Underground boxing is like that."
Hoseok's heart sinks.
He barely registers the people around them ushering the man away.
Someone calls for Taehyung, saying something about going to the police station
Taehyung smiles before he leans over and pecks Hoseok
He shifts to get up, yelling that he'll be there in a second
But suddenly, Hoseok pulls his hand, stilling him in his movements
"What do you mean it's like that?"
Taehyung looks solemn
"This is something that comes with my job."
Taehyung sighs before he frees himself from Hobi's grasp
"Don't worry though, it doesn't get much worse than this."
I missed you."
The heat permeating into his very bones
He suddenly misses how Taehyung would hold him, burning his touch into Hoseok's body, scorching trails in the wake of his lips
His hands digging into Hoseok's flesh as he made me fall apart
Now, it mad his heart freeze up
"You miss me?"
He feels his throat clog up with the intensity of his emotions
He wants to say he misses Taehyung too
He wants to jump into his arms and meld their lips together
He wants to mend things and love again
He steps back, his body suddenly cold now that Taehyung wasn't touching him anymore
"You miss me?"
He smiles, gauging how broken it truly is reflected from Taehyung's obsidian irises
"You miss me?"
His throat feels more and more parched with every word
Not after what you did to me."
He walks past Taehyung, his heart breaking into two
"Don't come to see me, unless you need it."
He turns back at the door to deliver a parting blow to Taehyung, whose face is already a picture of heartbreak
Taehyung stops in his track, only for Jimin to catch up to him and gently pat his back
"Where are you going?"
Taehyung sighs, his feet picking up pace
"Nowhere. Mind your fucking business, Park."
Jimin throws his hands up in mock surrender
He smiles brightly and it makes Taehyung put down his guard the smallest bit
"Wouldn't hurt to have friends in this hell hole, would it?"
Taehyung's mind conjures up images of the past, of how he'd trusted someone in this dark twisted circle so blindly
He chuckles when he remembers the consequences
Years of hard work has made Taehyung a good boxer, one of the best even
But no matter how good he was at taking punches in front of him
He was completely powerless to a back sided attack
/"Hyung, I'm so sorry."/
How are we gonna be friends when we're facing eachother in a match next week?"
Jimin has the audacity to look sheepish at that
Taehyung continues to walk, his feet twitching to take him home
Jimin rushed in front of Taehyung, standing mere centimeters away from him
Jimin's eyes bore into Taehyung's own with a look of earnest pleading.
Don't you get lonely here, Taehyung?"
Yes, he does feel lonely
So, so much
So lonely he crawls into himself and sobs drily
Taehyung nods his head, trying to suppress the tightness in his chest
Jimin grins and walks forward
"Let's get dinner, then."
Taehyung does get unbearably lonely
But he's only ever lonely for one person...
I'm waiting for the poll to end to continue
So it resumes in the morning I guess
So here's another poll
Y'all want smut?
I hope you guys are enjoying this
I think I gave away a big clue last time
Wonder if anyone can guess what happened to them : 3
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Taehyung knows because he's been there, in the crowd, drowning in the applause
But even in the din of cheers, he can hear the impact of Jimin's gloved fists against the hard human body he punches into
It's almost musical
Sharp and crisp and elegant
But it's also so so powerful
Taehyung can almost see the opponent's flesh vibrating with the aftermaths of the strong impact
Jimin is terrifying
/Floats like a butterfly, stings like a bee/
The weather is very befitting for his bleak state of affairs
And the rain is most suitable for the tears that flood down his face when he eventually loses
Jimin is fast behind him, the sound of his rubber shoes reverberating against the wet pavement
Jimin rushes over and gently holds onto Taehyung's shoulders
Taehyung has to shuffle his umbrella around, so as to cover himself
Are you okay?
You don't look so good, Tae--"
Taehyung laughs, walking forward.
"Of course, I'm not okay, I lost."
The rain falls harder around them, and Taehyung has to suck in his breath
"I lost to you."
"Wait, Tae. Why are you going in there? Are you hurt?"
He turns around to look at Jimin and nods slowly. He slwoly raises his shirt and Jimin takes a look at the bruising on his stomach
Taehyung immediately feels bad when he sees how agitated Jimin looks by it all.
He nods his head, "I know."
He walks ahead, hearing Jimin follow closely behind
"And don't worry.
I'm glad you didn't go easy on me."
"Let me help you.
I owe it to you. We're friends, I mean it. I--
I never wanted to hurt you."
"It's okay. I'll get you next time."
Jimin's lips twitch slightly in the beginning of a smile
In the past, he would've been devastated over a loss
But now, he isn't
He's able to accept that he isn't always going to come out victorious
There are always stronger people
Now that he was all messed up and wounded,
He can finally see Hoseok again
Jimin shakes his head violently, pulling Taehyung by the shoulder and ushering him into the infirmary.
Let me do this. I won't be able to sleep, otherwise."
They step into the nurse's infirmary together, the sharp smell of disinfectant hitting them just as hard as hard as any punch in a game
Taehyung breath catches when he takes in the view that is Hoseok, sitting by the window
His sharp jaw glints like gold and his soft cheeks stand out prettily as if begging to be kissed
But he cant
He can only watch and remember all the things he wants to forget
It's been so long
It's been so long since he's last seen the boxer
It's been so long since he'd rejected his advances
Taehyung pauses at the door, looking at Hoseok, as if he's too scared to walk in
"Tae, what's wrong?"
He gets up from his comfy seat by the window and ushers him into the room
Hoseok takes out rolls of bandages and the usual disinfectant
He almost laughs when he thinks about how familiar this routine has become
Once upon a time, Taehyung would visit him for reasons other than medical care
Once upon a time, Taehyung would visit him for kisses and cuddles, and not stitches and pain killers
Once upon a time, Hoseok would hold Taehyung's face in his hands with love
What would Hoseok do if he took him completely off guard and smashed their lips together in a kiss he dreams of every night
Taehyung sighs when Hoseok bandages his cheek
He wants to kiss him
He hears Hoseok gasp, and it sparks some sort of happiness inside him
He doesn't know why, but he likes to think that Hoseok is concerned for him
Maybe it's not too late for him after all
Maybe he still has a chance
Taehyung snaps his head to the side when he hears Jimin clear his throat.
Jimin shifts his gaze between Taehyung and Hoseok, eyes blown wide and his eyebrows raised in puzzlement
Taehyung wonders what Jimin sees through his eyes
Because Taehyung has only ever seen Hoseok
Taehyung heaves a broken sigh and smiles bitterly
He looks up at Jimin, smiling painfully
"Um, Jiminie, this is Hoseok. He's my-"
What is Hoseok to him now?
He swallows harshly
"I'm his friend."
Hoseok's voice breaks through the atmosphere and although it makes Taehyung relieved that Hoseok wasn't being hostile towards him,
Hoseok moans softly, his hands clutching at Taehyung's hair and pulling harshly.
He moans, when Taehyung sucks into the sensitive spot in his neck, panting as he thrashes violently beneath the bigger man
Hoseok chokes brokenly when Taehyung starts to suck
Taehyung smirks, nipping at the flesh beneath his lips, sucking a mark that was sure to remain for days
A reminder of this moment, a reminder that it is Taehyung that made Hoseok into a moaning mumbling mess of liquid bones and fuzzy brain
"Please what, hyung?"
Taehyung slips his hands underneath Hoseok's shirt and slowly rubs his pert nipples
He licks and nips Hoseok's ears and mouths against his lobe
Hoseok sobs brokenly, clutching onto Taehyung's broad shoulders, tears spilling down his cheeks and drooling at his mouth
"Please make love to me.
I'm Taehyungs friend and colleague
It's nice to meet you--"
Hoseok wearily takes Jimins hand in his and shakes it softly
Jimin nods before taking his hand back
He smiles wistfully
"So Taehyung has another friend huh?"
He slowly turns his face towards Jimin
"What do you mean?"
Jimin tilts his head in do confusion
"What do you mean about Taehyung having another friend?"
"Well for starters, I thought he only had friends who box '
"I fucking trusted you.
Look what you did to me, Tae."
"Fuck. I'm so sorry, hyung.
He was supposed to be my friend--"
"There's no such thing as friends between people who fight eachother for a living..."