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Ch 22. Something bad

16:07 Jimin:
Our classes just finished, we're going out for some drinks. you coming?

Jungkooks gaze laid on his phone, the message hanging in the air. He had stayed in his room the whole day, Namjoon only had gotten further on his nerves and he had no bare thought of going to any classes.

He's about to reply, has a scathing retort on the tip of his thoughts for the message. He's about to say he's going, because that's something he needs right now. Some drinks. And he is about to go

But instead he clicks his tongue, his gripped hand running through his dark hairs, before he pushed his phone back to the bed.

And he got up, not realizing what the fuck he's doing, as he left his room. The message read but with no reply, other than the endless replies in his head. The reply that took his steps to another place, and he finds himself, without thinking - without wanting heading to Taehyungs dorm

It probably says a lot that his first thought is Taehyung but he doesn't have time to think about that now. The annoying thoughts that kept trading his mind kept walking, his hands stuffing themselves in his pocket once again.

Clenching under his attempt to stop.

And then he's here, outside the door he couldn't find himself before. And he watched it, to long, to short before he opened it. Without any second hesitation anymore. Even if he didn't know what he even was doing here. What the hell was he doing here.

But then that thought crashed into nothing, when his gaze traveled to Taehyung

Taehyung was seated on the floor, the hard surface of the endless floor of his dorm room, as his eyes wouldn't look up. His teared eyes as he kept them, even if blurred from the staining tears trading down his cheeks, he still wouldn't falter them from the notebook on the floor

The one he got from Jungkook, threaded into something that could no longer be recognized as a whole notebook. His hands aimlessly attempting to try, try and fix up the pieces of papers that had been broken off from their shell. And they were shaking. And he pretends they don't, as he kept trying. Even when he heard the harsh words of Jungkook

"What the hell are you doing"

Terror grips Jeongguk's as he races forward. He can vaguely register what was happening before he had crouched down beside him. His hands trying to stop the other's attempts on fixing his notebook.

But he stops, gaze darkening into the other's face when Taehyung looked up. His tearstained eyes meeting his

And Taehyung didn't know he could find so much comfort in Jungkooks eyes, even if they had turned into something unrecognizable when they caught the cut on his cheek

But Taehyungs hands only clenched into the papers, his thoughts trading back and he wanted to say, he wanted to tell Jungkook so many things.

And he wanted to say he's sorry. That he couldn't keep his notebook safe

He really tried to keep it safe, someone had to believe him. He really did.

"-Who did this"

It was almost hard to recognize Jungkooks voice, when his hands kept shaking. But he could hear it, he could hear how his tone had turned into something dangerous, as his deepened gaze had kept itself on the cut on his cheek, that pained his skin from before.

Rage overtook him.

"Who the fuck did this!"

Taehyung felt the pen on the floor being pushed into his hand, and his crouched body on the floor felt numb. And he wanted to feel numb. He wished it always felt numb. But he knew. he knew he could feel everything. Every second, ever single one he could feel it like a punch to his throat and it hurted him.

It hurted him so much.

And Taehyungs face crumples then. The tears he'd been holding back burst like a fountain and he feels himself fall apart. And he doesn't get anything

He slowly let his shaky hands write on the broken paper on the floor, the tears trading into it.

He wants to talk, he wants to say Jungkooks name. He didn't care, he doesn't care that he lost his voice. He really didn't falter to care that his oxygen slowly let his voice crumble into bare nothing that day

And the days after, until now. But he really wanted to say Jungkooks name. He wanted to say his name, from his own tongue. The way he always did and the way he always talked to him. How they talked, with their small smiles trading their lips as they could talk, hours and hours long

And he didn't care that he lost his voice. And he looked up,as a sob left Taehyungs lips as he tried to talk. But no words left his broken sobs.

And Jungkook gaze stayed on the written paper on the floor.

I only wanted to talk to you

Then another sob left the boys lips, just at the moment he felt his body being yanked forward, the gripped hand that pushed Taehyungs head against the comfort of a shoulder and Jungkooks brings another hand to curve an arm around the hollow of his waist. And he cries between the other's legs on the floor, as he felt his tears soak Jungkooks shirt. The grip on him only tightening

And anger kept building up on Jungkook, faltering between on holding his temper and holding into the boy as he put things together.

And he only gripped tighter, into Taehyungs body the second he got it.

"Taehyung went back to his parents house for his moms birthday"

"They hurt me"

Jungkook hold Taehyung tight against himself, hallow hold on his clenched fist as he kept it around the boy, To afraid to let go. Holding his anger as he burried his head into the other's blonde hair strands.

"I'm here Taehyung"

Jungkook murmurs, breath against Taehyungs hair, fingers burried gently into the youngers hair. Jaw hardening the more he felt Taehyung sob against his body, his fingers holding tightly into the dark haireds back shirt.

"I'm here now. I won't let anything happen to you"

Taehyung finds comfort in voices. But Taehyung also realizes the only voice he ever felt could make himself feel like he's not on the edge, was only Jungkook's

And Taehyung forgets for a moment. He forgets his mother's voice and he forgets his fathers yells. The things he tried to forget as he stumbled into the house as 5 at 11, at 14 and 16 and how every time he kept trying. How growing up felt empty when he stepped into that house. His chest tightening in that house. How the only place that he ever felt enough in was one person's warmth.

So what hurted him more wasn't losing his voice. It was losing Jungkook

And Taehyung feels like right now, he finally doesn't have to say anything. As he holds on into Jungkook, afraid to start slipping again. That nothing could hold him together than the other's strong grip around him, and he holds on. He didn't want to let go.

If he does, he's afraid Jungkook will do something bad