𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆. ⊶ 𝕍𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊

⊶ 𝟏𝟔 ⊷

⊷⊶

It was one of the worst weekends in Jungkook's life if not the worst.

He was extremely tired, both physically and mentally, and didn't really know what he was supposed to do with himself. Nothing seemed right and nothing could ease this weird feeling he got inside his heart. A lump in his throat grew bigger and bigger, to the point he was not able to eat or drink anything for two days. Occasionally banana milk helped but only a few sips could make his stomach go wild again. As if some crazy battle of nerves was taking place inside his intestines and his body was losing deliberately.

Sleep felt like a fancy, out-of-reach reward available only in an impossible-to-win lottery. Jungkook sent so many coupons but he couldn't even get a smaller reward in the form of a fifteen-minute-long nap. Nothing could make his eyes close and his body relaxed enough to catch these few minutes of needed sleep. Sleeping pills were like cheat codes in this game but even they couldn't help him win it. They were close, but apparently, the anxiety turned out to be the final boss—impossible to kill.

Jungkook spent both nights sitting comfortably on the balcony, smoking cigarettes, drinking banana milk, and stargazing. He counted passers-by, cars, trucks, and many other things just to kill time and make his mind stop thinking about Friday evening. Absolutely nothing helped and JK was sure he was on the verge of going crazy.

If Taehyung wanted to hate him for saving his life, Jungkook would most probably hate the boy for making him feel like shit this past week.

Maybe he should give him the medical bills to pay? It was rather hard to value the mental damage the boy's behavior made to him but if he keeps going like a zombie for any time longer, he would surely end up in the hospital. If not that then Taehyung could at least pay up for all the cigarette packs he used recently. And there were a lot of them.

Jungkook wanted to know why all of this must have happened to him. Why he was the one out of thousands of people living in this city to be walking down the bridge that day? Why him? Why was he the one who should care?

He wished the stars would give him an answer to all his questions so he kept stargazing through the whole night. Of course, he didn't even hear the quietest whisper in response, but deep inside his heart, Jungkook knew there was one reason why he and Taehyung might have met. It would be a rather huge coincidence but some things in life were just destined to be. The universe worked weirdly and that may have just been proof of that.

"Ah, fuck it," JK sighted to himself when he saw the sun shyly raising somewhere above the buildings in the distance. He spent the whole night on the balcony waiting for one of the most important mornings in his life. The morning that finally came.

It was Monday and if Taehyung kept his promise he should come to school in this damn blue shirt.

Part of Jungkook was sure he would see the boy sitting on his favorite bench before the first period, just as he always did. It hasn't been raining since Friday evening and the weather forecast showed no rain for the next few days. JK didn't know what the rain really meant for Taehyung, but after analyzing both accidents from the bridge, it must have been quite important for him somehow. So lack of rain for a few days was a promising sign.