Save Myself Therapy | Taekook

The Clueless

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"Brat!"

"Yes, idiot?"

"You are an asshole"

"Okay, Why?"

"Because Namjoon fainted!"

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----Jungkook's Prov ------------------------

I had just finished talking to Jin and his ranting. I walked towards the living area and plopped on the couch. I switched on the TV and select some random movie on Netflix which I really didn't care about.

I glanced at my phone which was resting on the couch beside me every five second, expecting Taehyung to call me today. But there was no call, so I looked back towards the movie.

I looked back again at my phone. Still nothing. I sighed.

"Are you worried about him?" Eun-woo suddenly voiced out tired of watching his brother's look at phone – look away – then – look back game.

I felt flustered with the sudden question and I am sure hyung could see some red on my face. "No"

Eun-woo still leaning on the door frame, smirked "I think you are, little brother."

I stood up grabbing my phone and glared at him, "Well... so what if I am?" Wait shit! ...why did I say that?

The elder Jeon just shrugged still enjoying the flustered state of his brother, "Good for you then. I am glad you care about other people."

Was that an insult or a compliment? I just looked at him.

Eun-woo began to walk towards his room and waved, "If you want to check on him, call him. If you care enough, do it..."

I sighed again, "Am I really going to do this?". I stared at my phone for second and unlocked it sliding to contacts.

Finding Taehyung's number and pressed call. I placed the phone to my ear hearing the rings and waited for him to pick the call. At last ring, when I was about to cut it, someone picked up.

Note: Jungkook voice is in bold

"Taehyung?"

"Oh, this is Jungkook? Isn't it?"

"Uh... Who is this?"

"I am Bogum, I am Taehyung's... Roomate!"

"Yeah, uhm, can I talk to him?"

"Sorry, he is sleeping, I will tell him when he wakes up."

"Hmm... thanks and uh..."

"Yes?"

"Is he okay? Like... is there anything wrong?"

"No, no, he is fine. He just broke his wrist and has a mild headache."

"Oh."

"Do you want me to tell him anything when he gets up?"

"Tell him to get better soon"

"Oh, okay, then. Bye!"

"Uh... yeah, bye!"

I cut the call and stuffed the phone in the pocket. I don't know why I feel this way, why was I expecting his voice, and why did it trouble me when his first love picked up the call and said he is his roommate. I knew that in start, this stupid heart is making me crazy...