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Ch 15. Don't go

Taehyung couldn't help but smile when he finnaly had let his steps through the dorm, hand clutching against his jacket. He had finally came back home

After two days at his family, he felt it wasn't as warm as in here as he slowly walked back to his own dorm. The quietness telling him everyone was already back

"Where have you been"

Taehyung halted in his steps when he heard the other's voice, his eyes slightly reaching up as they stayed on Jungkook before him

His dark hair was messed on his head, almost as if he had just woken up. As his eyes didn't seem to leave the blonde, who's cheeks were traded red from walking back here.

"Whatever. Give me your hand"

Jungkook let out, after seconds seemed to pass by. His steps coming closer before he suddenly reached out his hand from his pocket.

But Taehyung just stood dumbfounded, didn't really realize the other was standing before him. Right before him as he stood freezed to the ground confused. Tensing up when he felt the other grab a hold of his hand when he didn't make a move, his rough fingers draped around his wrist, and he suddenly felt the redness on his cheeks increase

Maybe it wasn't because of the cold

"You forgot this."

Jungkook told, his voice low against the air before he put the heavied notebook in his hand. Taehyungs eyes slowly tracing down to his open palm, to find the small white object in his hand

His eyes widening slightly, cheeks growing redder as well as the small tug on his lips - hiding behind his jacket

And he looked up again, wanting to say thank you. So he did, with the little signs he had learned while he had been away from school. Slowly tried to learn only to find it hard.

Hard to learn something knew when he didn't, think he would end up like this

His palm slowly reaching his lips, motioning slowly down as the smile on his lips brightened a bit. Hoping, the other would know what he was trying to tell

Thank you

Jungkook only stared at him, his dark eyes staying on him before he adverted them, letting them stay on anything but the blonde. His tattooed hands reaching down to his pockets again.

And Taehyungs smile faltering down when the words left his mouth.

"This doesn't change anything"

He hated this. He really didn't like this.

"Don't lose it"

Jungkook turned to leave.

Once again, he turned to leave. And Taehyung hated it. He really didn't like this, he couldn't stand it. Not a bit.

He really couldn't take it. Why, why was he always the one leaving him. Why did he turn his back on him everytime, reminding him. Of that day. That felt like half of him left him, standing outside his poarch, with the reassurance that his mother would tell him. Tell him that Jungkook didn't leave to school without him

That Jungkook didn't leave for school without him for the following days after that, everytime.

Why couldn't he understand. Understand how much his heart aches everytime. More than anything else has.

So he couldn't help when he reached forward, hand clutching into the other's shirt. To not make him go

Because he didn't think he could handle it any more times.

And Jungkook stopped, his body stopping as he turned his head slightly. Their faces so close now as Taehyung only looked down. Towards his clutching hand on the other's shirt as he shaked his head.

He only kept shaking his head, eyes sunken.

To tell him not to go, not this time. Not anymore time.

But he knew it wasn't that easy, when Jungkook grabbed a hold of his clutching hand, his fingers draped over his own as he slowly unclenched them from his shirt.

Letting his hand go.

"Tell me Taehyung. Tell me what the fuck happened"

Jungkooks low voice reached his ears. As he didn't look up. pained gaze fixated on his own clutching hands as he could hear. Hear the way the other was getting angry again.

But he couldn't, couldn't tell him anything

"Just tell me for fuck sake!"

Jungkooks voice had risen, it felt so strong in the quietness, as well as the grip that had taken a hold of his note book, before he heard the dark haired click his tongue.

Taking out something from his pocket before pushing it into the blonde's hands. Taehyung looking down at the notebook and pen in his hands.

"Write it! I don't care if you won't say it just write it. Fuck-"

"Fucking shit Taehyung, just write it"

The blonde could feel the way his eyes had started to pain, and the tears that prickled them. As he kept staring at his notebook, and the pen in his hand.

Trying to block out the other's harsh words, the desperate words as he could see the other's clenching arms.

But it hurted him more. To hear the other yell at him this way

He couldn't take it anymore.

So his trembling hand slowly tried settling the pen between his fingers, shaked breathes leaving his suffocated lips before he slowly, trembled words started to scribble themselves over the shaking new paper.

Every word reminding him again

Jungkooks gaze traveled down to his written words

They hurted me