VHope: The OneShot Collection

VHope: Arguments

prompt: lufa. I was taking a bath and I thought this xD (Yes I think about VHope while bathing) (ew that sounds wrong) (not in that way just for prompts) (idk ill splash my face into a bucket now thank)

Basically I feel I make Hoseok the bad guy a lot, soooo here's me trying not to xD

"And you're no less of an asshole!,"

Hoseok massages his temples, really trying to keep in his anger. Taehyung had been screeching since the very minute he stepped inside the house after two whole weeks, and all Hoseok wants right now is to sleep and put him to bed as well.

"I was there with you the whole time!," he roared back. "How do you expect me to keep the house spick and span?,"

"You came back for some hours, didn't you?!," Taehyung turns to him, and screams. "And who else would do all this mess? You had the time to throw clothes around, food packets around, freaking leave all the lights and fans on, burn the fucking toaster, and get the newspapers flying and the whole milk spilt on the floor but you didn't have the time to clean up?,"

"I was worried about you the whole time!," Hoseok gritted back. "I couldn't do anything! I couldn't think straight! I had to hurry back to you and was clumsy and everything got messy!,"

"I wasn't dying! It was just a minor accident!,"

"And yeah, this," he points around,"is an even more minor matter than that. I'll fix it--,"

"You won't!," Taehyung's voice is now hoarse. He clutches his crutch tighter, and shifts his arm which is in a cast to give his neck some relief from its weight. "I'll do it myself. Don't you dare touch it!,"

Hoseok is now extremely irritated. His concern and love for him was being tossed away for a small mistake on his part, and he felt extremely devalued and stupid. "FINE THEN! FROM TODAY, I WON'T TOUCH THIS HOUSE, I WON'T TOUCH YOU, I WON'T TOUCH ANYTHING BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU, AND I'M JUST STUPID FOR CARING FOR YOU!,"He storms into their shared room, and bangs the door close, having skipped over the initial plan of romantically carrying Taehyung in bridal style to the bed when he came back from the hospital after two weeks.

He flings his shoes in different directions and loosens his tie, removes his socks and jumps into the covers. His pounding headache takes him a while to let the drowsiness take over, enough time for him to hear the door open slowly and small sighs of pain escape from Taehyung's lips.

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His eyes suddenly fly open, and it takes him a few minutes to remember where he was and recollect why he was sleeping in a shirt and pants. The other side of the bed lay crumpled and empty, and he hears the stream of water gushing from the bathroom attached to the room.

He feels guilty. Taehyung always took a bath before sleeping, otherwise he isn't able to sleep, and would toss and turn all night. And given his broken arm and leg, he wouldn't be able to bathe himself alone.

His and Taehyung's arguments never lasted long- both were quick to steam and even quicker in steaming off. Hoseok felt even more guilty when he remembered he hadn't even helped Taehyung to the bed, and had heard his painful sighs as he walked in.

He pushes the covers away, and looks at the watch on the side. 2:07 am.

He sighs, and pushes himself up. He walks to the door of the bathroom, and raises his hand to knock on it when he stops.

I WON'T TOUCH THE HOUSE, I WON'T TOUCH YOU, I WON'T TOUCH ANYTHING.

He cringes. He really was harsh.

He takes his chance, pushes the door. It wasn't locked.

He walks in quietly, and closes it behind him. He can see Taehyung's back, his sounds of frustration as he tries to wash it with a lufa but is miserably failing. After three more tries, he throws the lufa away, and starts to sob.

Hoseok's eyes tear up. He hates it when Taehyung cries, especially when it's because of him. He walks to him, and sets himself down, facing his back.

Taehyung, still unaware and sobbing, rubs his tears away, and grabs the lufa again. He tries to reach his back when he feels a hand grab his.

"Yah, do you know how bad a lufa is for your skin?," Hoseok says, as he puts it away. "Give me the soap,"

"You didn't want to touch me a few hours ago," Taehyung says bitterly, not looking back at him. He's sorry too, for making such a fuss over the cleanliness of the house, where clearly Hoseok was innocent in the whole matter. He has stayed up late nights with him in the hospital when he had undergone surgery and cried in pain, and never left his side to make him feel alone. He would come back to the house to cook him a meal, so he wouldn't have to eat the bland hospital food.

Taehyung feels like such a diva, but he was worried only for Hoseok. The house was so dirty, and Hoseok would've later have to clean it by himself, given his condition Taehyung could barely feed himself. It would take a toll on him, and he had anyways spent so much energy and time with Taehyung in the hospital, Taehyung was scared he'll fall sick.

Hoseok sighs. "I was angry," he says, and grabs the soap himself. "You know I don't mean the things I say when I'm angry,"

He pours the soap into his hand, and rubs it on his back. It slowly foams, and Hoseok diligently cleans it, much like he feels he should've cleaned the house. In front, Taehyung smiles a quiet smile, as he enjoys the feeling of Hoseok's skin against his.

Nothing can be better for his skin and heart than Hoseok.

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12K. You guys never fail to amaze me.