: ̗̀⊶➛ Where Jungkook saved Taehyung from
the greatest fall in his life but couldn't save
himself from falling as well.
Or where Jungkook came back to his
hometown to finish high school but...
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⚠ Just want to let you know that this chapter can be a little more triggering than the others. You know the topic of the story but still, I decided to warn you anyway. With some angst added it can be quite challenging. Take care.
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Jungkook was silently unpacking books from his backpack to the locker when his eyes suddenly closed for a second. He was extremely tired and not far from falling asleep while standing. He hadn't had a good sleep since last week; he simply couldn't find peace within himself. Thoughts of that damn evening made him sleepless and he couldn't stop worrying about what was happening with Taehyung in recent days.
Day after day, the boy sat on his infamous bench, wading in the hot sun and constantly writing something in his notebook. Just as always; as if nothing had happened. Although this fake calmness irritated Jungkook more than anything else in the world, it was also quite a reassuring sight. As long as the boy was still sitting there, he was still among the living, and that was what mattered most.
They haven't spoken since the afternoon they both landed in detention. The boy never approached him and Jungkook never asked, though sometimes he really wanted. He just didn't know how to start this conversation. JK didn't want to be nosey or overprotective. He couldn't force Taehyung to confess yet he at least needed to know if the boy was somehow okay or if he needed some help. The way he acted around school indicated everything was more than fine, but Jungkook couldn't be fooled so easily. Something must have been going on, and that made JK more anxious than ever.
He woke up each morning with a strange feeling of uncertainty that passed away only when he saw Taehyung sitting freely on that goddamned bench before the first period. And that is why he started coming to school slightly earlier, just to not be late and not to miss those few minutes before the classes start just to see the boy sitting in that spot. He had to make sure he was okay. At least from a distance.
He didn't understand why he was reacting like that, but it had to stop one day. He promised himself to talk to the boy about it after the weekend. If he still hasn't found any professional help, he will probably take him by the hand and lead him to a specialist himself. Doesn't matter if the boy wanted it or not. This time it was for his own sake. Otherwise, Jungkook knew he would not fall asleep in peace. And he really missed a good sleep.
"Are you okay?" Jungkook heard a caring voice beside him and turned his head to face Jimin. "You look like shit."
"Thanks," he responded sarcastically. He didn't want to hear that right now, though it was pretty much true.
"But seriously, you look awful. Are you okay?"
Jimin seemed to be worried about his condition and has been suspicious since that fateful day. Each time Jungkook managed to brush him off with a little white lie, but he knew he couldn't hide from him all the time. When it came to things like that and weird hunches, Jimin was unmatched. It's like he had a sixth sense for people's problems and worries.
