Where did it all go wrong? What did I do wrong? Was it me or him? Who is he with today? Will he come home tonight? Does he still love me?
He wanted to know the answer. He wanted a reason to believe in him, but he also couldn't hate him despite the shit he's put him through. He's been sleeping alone lately, thoughts consuming his head. Will he ever get an answer?
Bokuto doesn't know.
The tall pale male stood by the window of his bedroom, looking down at the world spinning in the streets below. The dim spark of his cigarette butt being the only thing lighting up the dark room. Bokuto took a swig if the drink he had in hand, before throwing the glass at the wall by the bathroom door. He let out a yell before taking one last puff from his cigarette and putting it out. He pulled his shirt off throwing it in the basket beside the dresser before heading to the bathroom.
As the warm water of the bath began to pour out of the faucet, bokuto went to go find some clothes to wear after the shower. He pulled a random pair of boxers and sweatpants before heading back towards the bathroom.As he was stepping towards the door, he heard a crack under his foot, a strong stinging sensation taking over his foot and blood began to dribble out. Yoongi had stepped on the glass he broke. He had already forgotten he had broken the cup. He hissed before dragging himself into the bathroom in order to pull out the glass.
He quickly showered and slapped a useless bandaid onto a random place on his foot before he began to hurriedly clean up the glass. His foot was throbbing in pain, the glass going in deep enough for stitches to be needed, but bokuto didn't care for that at the moment. His priority was to clean up before Akaashi got home. He peaked out the window before running around the whole house in a limp, picking up random clothes and trash lying around, spraying the house in air freshener in order to mask the cigarette smell that Akaashi hated oh so much. He put away any illegal substance he had lying around because Akaashi obviously didn't and couldn't know bokuto was still using drugs.
Bokuto was so busy cleaning up that he didn't notice the front door being unlocked. He was limping to the kitchen to put up the clean dishes, only in his sweatpants alone, a trail of blood following him. Akaashi walked into the dark apartment and turned on the lights, the first thing he sees is a large red mark on his white carpet. Akaashi doesn't know what to think but anger soon begins to pile up in him.
"koutarou what the fuck is this?"
Bokuto stops in his tracks and limps out of the hallway he was currently trying to sweep up before he was going to the kitchen.
"What is it,love?"
Akaashi was kneeled on one knee by the carpet, using his keys to scratch at the new dark stain on it. It was fresh, and it was a lot. Akaashi lifted his keys up to his face and scrunched his brows in confusion. His eyes soon widened and he turned to see his shirtless boyfriend behind him, hair dripping wet and flat unlike its usual spiky form,as he shivered because of how cold the apartment was. He looked paler than before and his eyebags looked more evident on his milky complexion. Akaashi took off his jacket and went up to his boyfriend, putting the jacket over Bokuto's broad shoulders. Akaashi reaches up to cup his boyfriends face, having to slightly go on his toes to reach. bokuto's face was one of surprise because Akaashi hadn't shown this much care in such a long time. Akaashi began to search bokuto's face and then moving to check his toned chest and torso for any injuries, he saw none so he pulled the taller male to sit on the couch and when he looked back and saw bokuto limping and a new dark stain form on the white carpet, Akaashi hurried The older to sit.
"oh, baby"
Akaashi said as he looked bokuto in the eyes. It was so odd that Akaashi was being so sympathetic and even calling bokuto pet names. He kneeled by him and lifted his foot to check out his injury before scoffing.
"koutarou you fucking dumbass! How the fuck did this happpen? A fucking bandaid? What's that gonna do?You didn't even put the bandaid over any of the damn wounds"
Bokuto didn't care that Akaashi had just insulted him. Just the fact that he showing even an ounce of care was enough for him. Bokuto watched as Akaashi disinfected his wounds and bandaged it up as neat as possible. The younger then got up and sped to the room before throwing a shirt at bokuto and telling him to put it on. He grabbed a pair of slippers and his keys before urging bokuto to get up. He helped him walk all the way to the elevators then to the car where he helped bokuto strap his seatbelt on. It was unnecessary because it was his foot that was hurt, not his hands. Bokuto smiles softly as he watched Akaashi drive, cursing at cars that wouldn't hurry up.
~*~
The two had arrived at the hospital and Akaashi was rushing nurses to help his boyfriend. All the nurses were either slightly agitated or scared so help was quickly given to them.
Bokuto was sitting up in a hospital bed, wounds now disinfected,stitched and wrapped neatly. Akaashi sat by him in a chair, tapping his foot as he stared into the distance at random things. The doctor then came to their section and called out for bokuto .
"Mr. Bokuto koutarou? Hello there, your wound is now disinfected and stitched. You are to not do any heavy work that would strain your foot and cause the stitches to undo .Your friend here did good in bringing you in because if he hadn't then there was a high risk of infection and improper healing. You should thank him, he saved your foot."
The doctor chuckled as Akaashi smirked slyly at the doctor. Bokuto watched carefully at the way the young doctor was looking at his lover. 'Dr.Iwaizumi hajime' his tag read. Bokuto looked up at the tall doctor and stared coldly, the young man just smiling at him before bowing his head and walking off. Bokuto didn't miss the look the doctor gave Akaashi before he walked away. The older turned to look at his boyfriend, Akaashi looking in the direction the doctor went before turning to bokuto .
"What? Stop fucking staring at me bitch. Look at that shit, you could've gotten an infection and gotten your whole foot amputated over a fucking cut. Be less of a dumbass and be more careful. Without a foot, how will you clean the fucking house? Stop being so Useless,koutarou."
Akaashi pushes the chair back before walking away, going the same direction the doctor did. Bokuto sighed, Akaashi's short episode of affection being snatched away faster than he'd anticipated. The pale male just leaned back into the pillows before closing his eyes, slowly drifting to sleep.
~*~
It'd only been ten minutes before bokuto was awoken by the sudden urge to use the restroom. He swung his legs over the bed before slipping his slippers on, then wrapping Akaashi's jacket over his shoulders as it was too small for him to actually wear. He grabbed the crutches provided by the hospital and began to drag his way around the halls looking for a bathroom. Bokuto went down a very quiet hallway, a restroom sign being at the end by a large door that looked like it belonged to an office. As bokuto approached the restroom, he began to hear lewd noises coming from the office by the restroom. He dragged himself to the office door and stood in front of it as he held onto the sleeve of Akaashi's jacket. A high pitched moan was heard and bokuto's face turned cold. He turned to read the bracket by the door.
"Head Doctor's Office.
Dr. Iwaizumi hajime"
His hand fell limp by his side and he slipped the jacket off, setting it by a plant in the corner by the door of the office. Bokuto limped towards the restroom, the crutches staying by the door, his foot beginning to throb at the pressure he put on his foot.
He was hurt, but he was so used to it that he didn't feel it anymore.
Bokuto was fuming with rage, and what made him more angry was the fact that none of his questions had an answer.