The Boy In My Bed | TK

CHAPTER 8

After a series of back and forth messages, Taehyung agrees to go on a 'night time stroll' with him. The sense of urgency in his messages forcing him up the stairs into his bedroom.

Taehyung scans himself up and down in the mirror, pulling his denim jacket over his shoulder and dusting it off. His eyes glazes over his outfit before looking at the clock: 10:30. He is usually half way through a Netflix series by now. What the actual fuck is happening?

His phone buzzes on his desk, stealing his attention away from his vanity. He glance over in the mirror one last time before picking up his phone.

Unknown number (10:29):

Hey. I'm here.

Fuck. How is this even happening.

Taehyung scans himself one more time, douse himself in deodorant, and makes his way down the staircase. He pauses before the front door - letting his hand rest on the handle. He twists it slowly and the door swings open, revealing Jungkook perched on his front door step: Jungkook's black eyes still shining through the darkness, tainted by a gloss of red - he's been crying. He wipes away all evidence of sadness and plasters a smile on his face, radiating his familiar glow.

Taehyung's POV

"Uh, hey..." Jungkook starts, his breath silhouetting as fog in the night time air.

"Um hey...so um what do you want to do...at...10:30 pm at night?" I ask as I close the door shut behind me. I'd expect Baekhyung to be going out this time of night, not me- unless it's a midnight trip to Mc Donald's; but other then that, probably not.

"Um well I have two tickets to IT 2...I was supposed to go with my girlfrie... Yep um I have 2 tickets...you wanna go? It starts at midnight. You don't have to go. You don't have to go to the movies, you don't have to go with me. In fact you don't have to go! You don't even have to go any-" I grab his hand, pausing his rambling mid-sentence, the same urgency from his texts present in his fidgety manner - his calm, cool, collected demeanour shaken slightly.

"Relax loser. I'll come." I reply jokingly. He slowly traces his fingers over mine as our fingers intertwine; our eyes locking together. We walk silently, footsteps in sync, fingers locked.

"I'm sorry-I-I-I just...um..." He stutters, starting and finishing an incoherent sentence before we drift back into a comfortable silence. The moonlight illuminates his face, a purple bruise laying above his sharp, defined cheek bone. He restarts and stops his attempt at another sentence as silence falls upon us. The only sound being our footsteps. against the pavement. His eyes drift off into the distance, his body here but his mind evaporates somewhere else.

Minutes pass by as we make our way towards town.

"No offence. But why did you message me? I mean I'd assume you'd rather hang out with one of your mates...or even your...um...girlfriend." I ask while breaking the silence; my fingers slipping out of the hold at the mention of the last part of the sentence, his eyes drawing downwards to his now lonely hand- he retracts it back to his side.

"Hyelin cheated on me...and it was with Alex- he's on the football team. Yep. So that's fun. Super fun night." The silence falls heavier then before, the once comfortable vibe replaced with an awkward tension - my gulp shattering the silence. "And like the other day when we had that lowkey deep chat in your bedroom, I don't know, it just made sense. I don't even know why I told you like the only other person who knows about my brother's suicide is Hyelin. I don't know why I trust you. I barely know you. But I do. Isn't that strange? You know my darkest secret and I only know your name. Fuck. Crazy. Fuck. I just - everyone else betrayed me and they all laugh about it and the only one who I knew wouldn't laugh was you and-" I grab his arm, pausing his stuttering again - a desperation in his eyes.