: ̗̀⊶➛ 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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Another TW and another friendly reminder for you guys to stay healthy ♡
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As Jungkook stepped outside the building the air was somehow colder than before. He didn't know if it was because of the erratic weather or all the bloodcurdling conversations he had. However, he was sure that the only thing that could calm him down and warm a little were his cigarettes. But to get them, first, he had to find Taehyung. Well, the boy was much more important than his cigarettes—especially now when he could be in any state.
Jungkook took a deep breath hoping the search for the boy would not be long. He just wished Taehyung followed his advice and simply went smoking outside. And much to his pleasure (and maybe surprise as well), Taehyung was exactly where he wanted him to be.
The boy didn't go far; he just sat on the top step of the stairs separating the building from the sidewalk next to the busy road—the very same ones Jungkook ran up not so long ago. He clutched his pack of cigarettes in his left hand and turned it from side to side every few seconds. Probably it was a way to stop his hands from trembling but the gesture was rather useless. JK could clearly see his right hand, the one holding the cigarette, shaking slightly each time the boy tried to put it close to his lips.
He struggled to taste the cigarette so much that JK thought he would choke on the instant. How he managed to survive these few minutes alone was a great mystery. Luckily enough, he had Jungkook by his side from now on.
Jungkook slowly walked up to the boy and casually sat down next to him. Again, he made sure their arms were gently touching; the last time they sat like that it helped, so JK hoped it would be the same just now. He also took back his pack of cigarettes but only for a second. He just needed one to smoke, the rest could stay in the boy's hands as he clearly needed something to hold on to; even if it was a small silly box with a lot of warnings.
JK lit up his cigarette—something he craved for the moment he left this hellish room. Maybe Taehyung was right. Maybe his hatred toward therapists wasn't as stupid as he previously thought. If it was how all the appointments looked like, no wonder Taehyung decided not to open up to her. The woman was just... too much. For both of them apparently.
Nevertheless, Jungkook hoped she was just the wrong person to do the job. They had to look for someone else. But JK had to encourage Taehyung to do so. And he already knew it would not be an easy task.
He tried to find a way to get to Taehyung but couldn't come up with anything creative enough. Because what was he supposed to say at this moment? All words he could think of felt just... wrong. He didn't want to make a fool of himself with some cheesy remarks, but on the other hand, he was sure that whatever he said right now would be dismissed with a few aggressive and spiteful comments. Taehyung never spared honest words in such situations. Either of the scenarios suited Jungkook so in the end he decided to stay silent.
