Taegi

Taehyung whined spinning in his chair "this is so hard,"

"Its really not, you're just already bored," Yoongi replied.

"And I have a headache," he chimed.

"Good thing we get shipments of Tylenol," the older replied.

"My legs hurt too can you go get it for me?" Tae asked.

"No," the elder glancing between many screens flickering gaze reflecting the explosion to the script of the conversation between Hoseok and Valentine. Vaguely noticing Taehyung leaving and coming back popping pills.

"Jungkookie sent the good shit," Tae said walking over cheerfully.

"Oh did he?" he asked not looking up as Tae placed a hand on his shoulder, "I thought he had decided not to bother with that shit,"

"Don't be so grumpy just a few pills he slipped in. Anyways why can't we have a little fun?"

"Cause that shit messes you up, Tae," Yoongi grumbled.

"Whatever I'm going to take some," he said walking out of their office. Yoongi sighed. "Fucking addict, fucking Jungkook,"

Sometime after Yoongi finished his work he found Tae sprawled out on top of their bed breathing slowly and nodding off.

Yoongi picked up the oxycontin bottle and dumping it down the drain when the boy was too drowsy to really know what he was doing, but whined hearing the clatter of pills.

"I really hate that you do this shit," Yoongi said getting in beside Taehyung cuddling against his side.

"Ummhmm," Tae hummed feeling utterly relaxed. "Why can you just be like me and take a few blunts?"

"Cause," Tae murmured sighing.

"I'm telling Jungkook to stop gifting them," he firmly stated.

"Donnn, I love you," he whined softly.

"That's why I'm doing this. I love you, but I don't want to walk in one day to see that you OD'ed on our fucking bed," Yoongi muttered.

"Meanie," he said utterly relaxed.

"Taehyung I don't think you understand the severity of this," Yoongi cried sitting up and wiping his tears.

"It's not baaad," sleepy Tae replied.

"Shut the fuck up, you know it is. You're taking opioids, fucking heroin is an opioid. What if you want more than a fucking snorted oxycontin and start shooting up? What am I supposed to do?" Yoongi got up to get a damp rag and bucket. Sometimes he throws up and can't make it to the bathroom.

Yoongi sat beside Taehyung's head brushing his fingers through Tae's hair and out of his face. Pressing a kiss to his brow. "I love you so much, baby," Yoongi spoke softly. Taehyung's hand clutched Yoongi's sweatpants. Yoongi took the hand in his kissing his knuckles.

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Yoongi was patting Tae's back as he retched his lunch up into the bucket. "Ugh, I feel dizzy," he complained coming off of the hazy drug.

"I know, I know," Yoongi said rubbing his back soothingly and whispering encouragements into his ear until his stomach was empty.

"I'm hungry," he whined rolling over in the bed. "Okay, but only something light," Yoongi grimaced leaving for some food.

Coming back he watched Tae eat some before speaking his worries "baby, I hate that shit. It doesn't do you good and you always get sick, I get worried,"

"I know, and I'm trying," Taehyung said looking down and feeling a mix between guilt and anger because be felt attacked.

"I love you," Yoongi said kissing the side of his head. Tae nodded looking away. "Tae bear, I said I love you," Yoongi tried again nudging his cheek with his nose.

"I know," Tae exhaled ignoring Yoongi's advances of affection. Yoongi sighed resting his head on Taehyung's shoulder peppering it with soft kisses.

Tae shrugged him off "didn't you have work to do?"

"I don't want to leave you until you feel like yourself again, babe," Yoongi said pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"Just leave. I'm going to sleep," Tae said turning over and cuddling against his pillow a few tears silently falling from his face.

Yoongi groaned rubbing his face and giving Tae a quick hug leaving him to finish his work with hopes of coming out of the dark room early to hang out with Tae.

He searched through the normal patrols not noticing anything, but going over it twice to ensure that another incident wouldn't happen.

He called up Jungkook next "Yoongi?"

"Yeah, need you to quit sending those drugs. You're helping Tae become an addict,"

"He's a big boy. Anyways there isn't much escape up there, it's harmless,"

"Just...don't,"

Jungkook hung up on him and he sighed. "I'm not a fucking addict, Yoongi," Tae said.

Yoongi jumped turning around in his chair. "I came here to apologize, ya know," he shrugged "It's not like I'm doing meth or something,"

"I know, I'm just worried," Yoongi said starting to get out of the chair only to sit back down when Tae motioned him to stop.

"You don't have any right to say that I can't do something. It's my life,"

"Anything that involves you involves me and anything that involves me involves you. That's how I thought things worked," Yoongi raised his voice.

"I'm sorry you had this perfect idea of what dating was like, but I've dated in the real world, Yoongi, and it doesn't work like that. I have boundaries," Tae said raising his voice just as high.

"I can't believe you're saying this to me now. You always told me everything was ours: not mine, not yours. Ours,"

"I said that because that's what you wanted to hear," Tae said, "I tell you things you want to hear because you want the perfect TV love and that's not how it works,"

"Then why lie to me?! Only to hurt me?" he asked standing up.

"because it was easier to pretend," Tae said.

"You were pretending?! I fucking love you," Yoongi said closing his hands into fists looking down shedding a few tears.

"No!" Tae cried "I do love you, I wasn't pretending about that," he said walking up to a hurt Yoongi and wrapping his arms around him.

"Do I even love the real you?" Yoongi whispered.

"You do, you love me. Don't say that," Tae cried into his shoulder. "I just wanted it to be perfect," he frantically said.

"But that wasn't real, at least not for you. You said so yourself. You just didn't want to be single up here. I'm just a fuck buddy," Yoongi calmly said.

"No, no, no, no, you mean so much to me Yoongi. I love you and I want to be with you forever. It made you so happy when I pretended and I didn't want to make you sad," Taehyung sobbed.

"So you made yourself sad and that isn't right. A relationship shouldn't be keeping yourself hidden from the other person because you'll only hurt yourself and the other,"

"Just hug me back," Tae choked hugging him tighter "I love you, I'm sorry," he repeated.

Cautiously Yoongi kissed the top of Tae's head "I'm going on a walk," and pushed him off leaving the house pulling his shoes on despite Tae's pleas to stay and talk. He just needed time to think.

He stepped out into the bright sunlight that he wasn't under very often. He sighed shielding his eyes as he wonders into the failure of a garden.

He sits down under a tree shielded from the harsh UV of the sun. He loved Taehyung. That'd the only thing he knew for sure.

Tae may have lied about their perfect relationship, but Tae said he loved him back. He sobbed so hard it broke his heart to leave, but he knew it was alright to have space. Well, maybe it wasn't he didn't really know. Tae lied about being happy all the time and this was his first relationship.

"Yoongi," a deep voice called. He looked up at a masked man he immediately stood up prepared to fight. Nobody knew his name, nobody knew where this house was. At least they weren't supposed to.

"Don't worry," he chuckled "its Valentine, remember me? Of course, you do. I wanted to pay you a little visit because I know Jungkook might not know my power. Don't fear me, and don't think I'm someone I'm not..."

Yoongi nodded slowly keeping eye contact with the dark holes moving towards the back door. "Hobi and I can lead the world. Jungkook is a mutt that needs to be put down, Namjoon used, but Hoseok is divine and You. I need you on my side,"

"I won't. You can't threaten me. I've been trained," Yoongi said trying to subtly ring the doorbell. The man came closer.

The door opened showcasing his swollen face. "Perfect his little fox," the masked man said.

"Yuh Yoongi?" he asked stepping back slowly to allow him to get to safety, but that's when the man lunged.

Plunging his knife deep into soft tissues and pulling out before disappearing into the woods.

A choked sob escaped his lips holding the other who gasped breathing quickly looking at the wound. The wounded boy gripped his hand "l-lockdown,"