Thread by @sultrykookv, #taekookau where nine years ago, when Jungkook lost his sight in an [...]

#taekookau where nine years ago, when Jungkook lost his sight in an accident,his family abandoned him without a second thought.

Taehyung was the nurse hired by the state to help him recover.

Now nearly a decade later,he's still by his side.Not as his nurse but as his husband.

Tags : Fluff , domesticity. Whipped for each other Taekook.

Park Jimin has been Kim Taehyung's best friend since the time they were five , peeing into the neighbours koi pond just for funsies. Jimin loved Taehyung as much, if not more than he lived himself , and he was fiercely, fiercely protective of his baby bear.

Which is why, when he first met Jungkook, who Taehyung introduced as his patient, he had a lot of worries. For one, Taehyung wore his heart on his sleeve, and fell in love so easily. And the look on his best friend's face was so obvious, Jimin felt second hand embarassment .

The only reason Jungkook was blind to the naked adoration on Taehyung's face was because.... well, because the man was actually blind. Literally.

Jimin tried to dissuade Taehyung from handing his heart over so easily, because Jungkook looked like the type to trample it for fun, but Taehyung was already too far gone.

"Jimin-ah." the nurse leaned in smirking. "Im going to marry him someday."

And now, fixing his best friend's tie in front of the mirror, Jimin cupped Taehyung's beautiful face.

"You actually did it , you persistent little brat." the older laughed. " You wore him down."

Taehyung, dressed in his black tuxedo, grinned wide.

"I did, didn't I?"

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Kim Seokjin stood at the entryway of the grand hall yelling instructions at everyone and throwing harsh glares at anyone who dared to hesitate in following them. It was his little brother's big day and he wanted everything to be absolutely perfect.

He had been responsible for most of the planning and had worked with both Jungkook and Taehyung to finalize every last detail of the wedding.

When Taehyung had first told him that he was engaged Seokjin had been startled. To be honest, he had been sure that they wouldn't last .

Because, while Taehyung was breathtaking and charming and Sweet, Jungkook was reticent, introverted and quiet. Taehyung was always, all over the once famous artist, touching him cuddling him and whispering to him. But Jungkook never seemed to reciprocate.

And ofcourse like any big brother he had warned Taehyung not to confuse sympathy with love. Maybe he just felt sorry for Jungkook , such a handsome and talented young man whose career and happiness had been cut short by such a tragic accident. Jungkook's adoptive parents had

stolen all of his fortune, tricked him into signing over most of his property and abandoned him just a month after the accident.

He had been found literally on the streets , evicted with no idea why or what. Seokjins husband , Namjoon was the police chief and together they

had tried to help the poor young man. Except when Seokjin had brought the shivering, terrified artist home all those years ago, he had never realised that his little brother had been watching from the shadows, observing them.

Three days after Seokjin had arranged for Jungkook

to move to a hospice where they could take care of him, Taehyung had barreled into his office with very firm demands.

Jungkook was going to move into his apartment. Taehyung was going to take care of him , himself. And finally, Seokjin was going to convince Jungkook that it was

all state mandated and he wouldn't owe anyone a dime for any of it.

"Are you insane, Taehyung?" he hd demanded.

"No." Taehyung said stubbornly. "But if you don't do it, maybe Namjoon would like to know that you once dated the fire department's chief when you were in college."

Needless to say, Seokjin had agreed.
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Kim Namjoon was Jungkook's best mam, and currently the two of them aat in the groom's suite in the Hotel, Namjoon helping Jungkook into his jacket before moving to grab the pocket square and the boutonniere. Jungkook looked handsome and happy, smile wide.

Namjoon remembered the man he had met a decade ago. Jungkook back then had been bitter and angry, frustrated from his family's betrayal and his own sudden helplessness. Namjoon had gotten frantic calls from Taehyung on many a night. On how Jungkook had punched someone,

or thrown his fists at some display window or gotten kicked out of a club after refusing to stop drinking.

Taehyung had always begged him to keep those incidents away from Jin, who no doubt would have dragged Taehyung back by his ear if he'd known.

Namjoon had fought with himself on what to do. He was terrified of Taehyung getting hurt but he also knew that Jungkook's anger stemmed from his hurt. And for now , Taehyung was the only one the artist allowed near him.

He was torn, on what to do . Till he visited them one day.

Namjoon remembered that night so vividly. Taehyung had called him about how Jungkook had gotten drunk again and punched someone. They wanted to file charges. Could hyung take care of it, pretty please, the nurse had begged. Like he was asking for Cotton candy at a fair.

Namjoon had yelled at him to stop taking Jungkook to the fucking club and Taehyung had retorted tht if he did, Jungkook would go alone and that was worse. And well Namjoon couldn't argue with that.

So he had soothed ruffled feathers and headed to visit his problematic kids.

Namjoon had opened the flat only to be met with a truly remarkable sight.

Jungkook and Taehyung huddled together in a pair of sleeping bags out in the freezing cold balcony .

It was almost November. Namjoon was horrified to say the least.

"What on earth are you fools doing?"

Taehyung had walked inside and over to him, nose red and shiny. He atleast seemed to be dressed for the weather, thick coat and socks on.

"Jungkook said he felt claustrophobic in the bedroom. Because its so dark and well,he felt like he was locked in. He wanted to get out."

"And so your solution is to make him die out in the cold? Pretty cruel for nurse." Namjoon said drily.

Taehyung glared at him.

"I dressed him in warm clothes. He's cozy and warm. And we're sharing body heat."

"Is that what you kids call it these days?"

Taehyung turned red.

"He hasn't been sleeping hyung. He gets so scared when he wakes up and everything is still dark and just like when he went to bed. Time doesn't register for him the way it does for us. He was having a panic attack. He was crying and begging me not to take him into the bedroom."

Namjoon felt his mouth go dry. He stared as Taehyung shook his head.

"Forget it! You won't understand. None of you understand what he's been through ..I just..Just don't tell me that I'm putting him in danger alright?! Don't you dare.Because I would never! i would rather die".

Namjoon stayed quiet. Surprised by the vehemence in the youngers voice, all he could do was stare. Taehyung seemed to have realised that his outburst was perhaps a little unwarranted.

He cleared his throat.
"Jungkook won't get sick."

And he was right. It was Taehyung who did.

But while namjoon and Seokjin had arrived at the apartment, intending to nurse their baby back to health, what they hadn't counted on was a very stubborn, very guilty looking Jungkook , refusing to let them come anywhere near Taehyung.

"I can do it!" he shouted, eyes unfocused as he gripped his walking stick.."I can take care of him so get out!!"

And he had moved to the bedside, fumbling for the bowl of water and wet clothes nearby. Both of them watched as Jungkook squeezed the water out on the table,

missing the bowl completely, but moving closer to the bed , lightly gripping the heated skin of Taehyung's wrist before gently feeling his way up to his face.

Jin had gasped as Jungkook leaned in, cupping Taehyung's flushed cheeks and kissing the heated skin of his forehead.

"Tae... " Jungkook had whispered gently against Taehyung's neck."Tae, its okay, I'm right here. Youre gonna be okay." And they had stood there as Jungkook carefully soothed tae's feverish brow with the damp cloth.

Seokjin had whispered, "Joon,He loves him more than you love me."

( how the fuck do i end this it was supposed to be a drabble fml)

So sitting here in the uncomfortable couch, watching Jungkook get ready to marry Taehyung, all Namjoon could think was that, if there ever were two people made for each other, it had to be Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook.

Jungkook had long ago stopped thinking of the loss of his sight. After nine years he was used to it to an extent. But as he stood in front of the priest and heard everyone gasp at the presumed sight of his soon to be husband, he ached with the need to see him.

Once. Just once.

And then as Taehyung made his way over , next to his side , slipping warm and familiar fingers between his own, all Jungkook could think of was how beautiful Taehyung probably looked. How everyone he knew told him his lover was one of the most beautiful men in the world.

And it filled him with envy, how they got to see it while he himself never would.

But then, Taehyung was leaning in, kissing his cheek gently.

"I love you, Jungkookie." he whispered and Jungkook felt a rush of emotion.

Because yes, the world may see Taehyung's gorgeous face, but that wasn't the most beautiful part of Taehyung . Not by a long shot.

No, the most breathtaking part of Taehyung was his beautiful, beautiful heart.

And only Jungkook would get to see it, own it and cherish it.

In sickness and health.

Till death do them part.

"I love you, my baby bear." He whispered back.

And as Taehyung's laughter rang, in Jungkook's mind's eye he saw their future so bright he was awed by it.