Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #27 I Should Have Ran

Four neatly packed bags laid scattered around my bedroom floor. Neatly was certainly a generous compliment. A few strings from the seams of a jacket poked out of one of the bags, a detail I certainly didn't have the mental power to fix before I forcefully pulled the zipper shut.

 I practically packed my entire wardrobe. I had a white shirt on with black weathered jeans. The jeans had a large rip at the knee that started just below my thighs that ended at my lower shins.

I tapped my foot nervously. I paced back and forth, pressing my ear to the door every so often. Every single time I pressed my ear against it, not a single sound would ever be heard from the other side. 

Still, I refused to open the door. If I could bolt the door shut I would have. I just needed to sprint down the stairs and somehow reach my car without a single interruption.

Unfortunately, that meant figuring out how to carry four duffle bags while sprinting faster than the average track star. Not once did I replay the events of last night.

 Every time I felt the memoires creep up the back of my neck I'd force them out by thinking about practically anything else. How much I hated wearing denim jeans that weren't ripped at the knees. Or how much I wanted Mr. Hoi to shove more money in my belt.

If you could write a list of all the moronic thoughts I used to distract myself, it would be a long list of wants, needs, and questions. 

Why is the sky blue? 

Had Mrs. Uim fixed the windows on my car? I wonder what Namjoon is doing. Did Yoongi have a busy day at the bar? Why hasn't Jimin texted me in the last few days? Is he mad at me? 

I could use some water. Maybe I should get a nice trailer so I could travel around Korea free of expense.

I want to go surfing. I watched 'Jaws' recently, wouldn't it be the dream to have my head ripped off by a shark. All the blood. The way I just swallowed-no, not blood. 

Why would I think of blood? I never liked blood anyways. That's why I'd never survive as a doctor. Bodily fluids are such disgusting parts of the human body.

Namjoon's thighs are really smooth. I wonder what moisturizer he uses. I have eye bags. I look high. I need therapy. No. I'm fine. I'm perfectly normal. I just don't have a healthy lifestyle.

 There's a big difference. My throat is dry. I could really use that water right about now. Cold water. The way his cold fingers-fuck! Stop it! No, I'm fine. I'm just tired, that's all.

I've always wanted a dog. A big one that I could wrestle with, without worrying about snapping it's poor bones. Although, I've always thought pugs were the cutest creatures. Such a cruel human creation. The poor thing with it's smooshed face-

'Pound' 'Pound 'Pound'

I flinched.

"Jungkook! Dear, you haven't been out of your room to eat all day. You'll have to leave for work soon. Were you planning on going to work?" The familiar voice blared from behind the door, a hint of worry strung in her voice. I took a deep breath, rubbing my face with the palms of my hands.

"Uh-Yeah. I-Uh-I'll be out in a minute. I'm all packed so I was planning on leaving right away so I could reach Yoongi's before I had to get ready for work."

"Aw. Leaving so soon? The chefs made you a sushi stack. Come to the dining room before you head out. Please? For me? I'll feel better knowing you're leaving on a full stomach."

I sighed. A shaky breath flowing between my lips. I didn't feel comfortable asking this question but I knew I needed to know the answer.

"Is Taehyung home?"