The Best Mistake

Chapter 26; Overdozing

Taehyung P.O.V

"I need you..." I felt a firm grip on my wrist. Did I hear that right?

Jungkook's state was worrisome. What should I do in a situation like this? He has had a panic attack in front of me earlier but this one was different. He sounded defeated.

Sobs were heard one after the other in the silent bathroom. I really wanted to know what was up with him. He had always been an unenthusiastic, exhausted and introverted person. I should've known. He was probably going through something I couldn't even imagine. But was it right to ask him about his problems directly?

Was I gonna make him feel uncomfortable by asking? Most probably.

All I knew was that Jungkook needed someone at the moment. I previously thought he must be wanting to stay alone at the moment but I was wrong. He needed someone so badly that his grip on my wrist got tighter as every second passed.

"Alright, I get it." I walked closer to him and cupped his cheeks. Unlike the other times, he seemed much more broken this time. What exactly had happened?

I couldn't quite catch it. He suddenly started crying in the middle of nothing and I couldn't even guess what was troubling him to the point that he broke down in front of me.

"Hey, just look at me." He raised his tear stained and swollen face and made an eye contact with me. His breath was still unsteady, with hiccups audible every now and then.

"It's alright. Whatever it is, it'll be okay. Trust me." I leaned closer and whispered. I had expected him to say something this time but instead, he just shook his head as a 'no' and wiped away his tears aggressively, only for a few more to make their way.

"I hate this Taehyung..." He finally said something. But it didn't make me happy, considering what I had just heard. He panted again and clutched onto his creased jeans.

"I just...I j-just wanna...I-I d-don't know..." He hid his face in his hands after letting out a frustrated sigh.

Looking at the bravest and sassiest boy I knew stuttering and getting smaller and broken with my own eyes was heartbreaking.

Of course he is annoying when he tries to boss around but seeing him in this state made me miss the carefree Jungkook who didn't care about what people said and did what he liked.

I couldn't see him cry, it broke me. I wanted to protect him at any cost.

"Come here." I muttered and pulled his upper body towards me. I clasped his T-shirt and engulfed his figure in my arms and kept pulling him closer and closer as if he'd disappear if I loosen my grip even the slightest bit.

Jungkook had become an important and precious person in my life by now, I knew it. Maybe it started when I took care of him when he came home soaked in rain, maybe when I calmed him down when he had a panic attack or maybe when I kissed him.

All I knew was that I didn't want to let go of the person who was currently shifting and sniffling in my arms. I had developed feelings for him. He for sure had a tough personality to handle but I knew that this personality was just a shield that he had created for himself. Now, I wanted to know the reason. Why did he feel the need to create that shield?

I rubbed his back in an attempt to comfort him with one of my hands while the other hand caressed his hair.

What I didn't expect was any reaction from him. He snuggled closer in the crook of my neck and clutched my shirt as if his life was dependent on it.

I kept caressing his hair, trying not to act too surprised or shook by his actions while he kept snuggling closer, trying to suppress his sobs.

"I hate myself." I could feel his unsteady breaths fanning against my neck while his tears soaked my shirt.
I had no idea about what was going on in his head and it scared me.