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Open Wounds

–sope / yoonseok  –angst, injury, harsh words

“It’s like you never have time for me anymore.”

 "I’m just trying to do what we always wanted.“

"WE? In case you haven’t noticed, ‘Seok, there is no we anymore. it’s just you on that stage.”

*** 

Hoseok and Yoongi met during an audition that neither of them got. Fresh out of high school with no prospects and no money for higher education, not to mention no real talent in dancing, they were both laughed out of the building.

So Yoongi asked Hoseok if he wanted to go for a drink. Sure, they had no money to pay, but there were ways to get out of that. The bathroom windows in the bar were big and Yoongi knew for a fact he could fit through them. They deserved a pick-me-up after such a crappy day.

Within the month, they were roommates. Within the year, Hoseok had realised the hoard of girls he’d been traipsing through the apartment might have more to do with Yoongi than anything else. Within eighteen months, they were dating. And within two years their career was finally going somewhere. They were background dancers, improving, learning constantly, dipping their toes in the possibility of singing and acting. They were planning to conquer the world, produce albums, perform in stadiums.

And that was just what they did. They grew together, released songs, and signed with a music company. They were blissfully happy, in perfect sync. 

Until they weren’t.

It was their seven year anniversary and Yoongi had been planning the evening for weeks. He could have sworn he’d bought everything he needed to make dinner, but at the last minute he had to run down to the corner shop.

That was when the car hit him. And everything changed. Dancing, walking, singing, sometimes even speaking–he just couldn’t do it. He slurred his words, got lost in the middle of sentences, He mixed up dates, forgot they had eaten dinner less than an hour after they’d finished it

Hoseok supported him through it all. He cancelled his performances. He put his solo album on hold. For two, long years. But, eventually, he had to work again. For himself and for money.

Yoongi went with him sometimes, when they could arrange it. He could walk now, although never for long without exhaustion setting in. But as much as he loved seeing Hoseok in his element on stage, the travelling wore him down and it hurt that he couldn’t be out there too.

So he stayed home more often. Hoseok, steadily gaining success, was with him less and less. It wasn’t perfect or what he wanted, but it was okay. He cooked dinner for Hoseok every night and they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Then Hoseok began missing dinner. Yoongi found himself falling asleep on the couch waiting for Hoseok to come home. His dinners went cold. Eventually, he stopped bothering to make them. They all ended up in the bin or being his lunch the next day.

The arguments were small at first, over petty little things. Then they got bigger. Until one night that blended into the long list of nights Yoongi ate dinner alone, sat up alone, and showered alone, he drank two coffees and waited in the dark.

Hoseok got home at three in the morning and the fight they had was loud enough for the entire building to hear. 

“It’s like you never have time for me anymore.”

“I’m just trying to do what we always wanted.”

“WE? In case you haven’t noticed, 'Seok, there is no we anymore. it’s just you on that stage. The most I’ve done in the last three years is help produce a couple of songs. I can’t even sing in them. There is no we, so don’t try to make this into something you’re doing 'for me’.”

“It’s not my fault you didn’t look both ways when you crossed the road. I can’t put my life on hold anymore just because you were careless.”

It was those words that ended their relationship, Hoseok’s burst of cruelty so vile and sudden that if he’d run Yoongi over with the intention of killing him it would have hurt less. They parted in hatred, bitter and proud.

Yoongi moved on with his life, forcing any reminders of Hoseok out of it. In some ways, it was easier than he expected. After all, he’d spent the last year with Hoseok working all the time.

Sometimes he saw Hoseok on the news. And it hurt, but it was okay. His life was better without Hoseok in it. He found a job he enjoyed, far removed from the world of performance. He went on dates, had sex. It was good. And he was only half faking it according to his therapist.

It was late at night, during a quiet get together with his close friends, that the doorbell rang, and he found Hoseok kneeling on the mat. 

“I know this is five years too late and I don’t expect you to ever forgive me, but I am so, so sorry.”

at taekook's wedding

priest: repeat after me.

taehyung: after me.

priest:

priest, looking at jungkook: are you sure you want to marry this man?

jungkook : oh for sure.

taehyung: changing his clothes

taehyung: jungkook, you're staring

jungkook, ogling taehyung up and down: respectfully

hoseok: i have said the words “i love you” to only two people in my life.

hoseok: yoongi and min yoongi with long hair.

yoongi: pass me my will to live please.

namjoon: well i can't throw hobi from across the room like that!?

jungkook: bro

taehyung: you just had your tongue down my throat don't you dare call me "bro" !

taehyung, sighs: i'm bored!

jungkook: wanna go hold hands in front of the homophobic church?

taehyung: i thought you'd never ask, let's go!

taehyung, walks behind jungkook

taehyung, wraps his arms around jungkook tightly

jungkook: um.. hi?

taehyung: shh.. you are under taetae arrest, you are mine now.

hello to all you sweet little hearts — 🎀

i hope you're doing well and enjoying the content i post here, on tumblr. ☁️

i have a question to ask to all my sweet followers, will you participate, if i host a taekook fun poll voting game? i think it will be fun and a good way to interact.

everyday, i will post a poll at 4pm kst , if all of you agree to have some fun time with me. i hope it's a good idea.

have a good day ! (showers you with pretty little paper hearts)

jungkook : taehyung, come here. it’s time to open your valentine's day present i bought you!

taehyung, appears wearing nothing but a bow

jungkook : on second thought, maybe i should open my gift first…

TAEKOOK FUN POLL VOTING GAME

(taekook fun voting poll will be posted everyday at 4pm kst)

TAEKOOK FUN POLL VOTING GAME

(taekook fun voting poll will be posted everyday at 4pm kst)

jungkook: what that mouth do when you eat?

taehyung: •᷄ɞ•᷅

jungkook, sobbing: nice.

hoseok: that shirt looks really pretty on you tae !

taehyung: aw thank you hyung :>

hoseok: but i think it'd look prettier on jungkook's floor

taehyung, a panicked gay:

jungkook: are you hitting on him... for me?

hoseok: i'm sending good vibes your way. they're coming. there's nothing you can do to stop them.

yoongi:

yoongi: this is the most threatening way i've ever been cheered up.

yoongi, to hoseok: It's hard to maintain a reputation for being cool and mysterious when i'm accompanied by a brightly clad young thing, skipping merrily along at my side, holding my hand, and smiling sweetly on one and all ...

taehyung, applying lip balm

jungkook: what flavor is that ?

taehyung: oh it's strawberry flavor !

jungkook: does it taste like strawberry too ?

taehyung: you can try, here.

jungkook, kisses taehyung instead

jungkook: huh it does !

taehyung: *taehyung.exe stopped working

jungkook, trying to fix something:

jungkook: hey can someone give me a hand.

taehyung, immediately goes to hold jungkook's hand.

jungkook: you're cute but that's not what i meant.

taehyung: okay but why are you still holding my hand then?

jungkook: you got me.

taehyung, trying to subtly get ideas of what jungkook might want for his birthday

taehyung: tell me something you like.

jungkook : like or love?

taehyung: love.

jungkook: you.

taehyung, internally: that was so sweet but it does not help me at all.

[it did, taehyung was the gift]