Stepping inside the house Jungkook had no control of his legs . They let him walk towards his destination , to their room.
The jiggling fingers of his and rapid breaths have the proof of his self control on his mind and the pain he is going through all while worrying about a certain male.
His steps halted seeing people in the hall.
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Climbing stairs and walking in hallways resonated around the hall his boots made thumps with every move and it reached an upset boy sitting on bed with the door open ajar .
In the cozy room, Taehyung sat smack dab in the middle of the bed. Sunlight flooded through wide-open windows, casting warm patches on the floor. Because he had all windows and curtains wide open.He was just sitting there, knees hugged tight to his chest, hands resting on top, head drooping low.
Outside, the world buzzed with life, but inside it was quiet . Every now and then, the birds chirped breaking the silence.
Time crawled by, each minute feeling longer than the last. Taehyung waited and waited, his heart thumping loudly in his ears. He kept his eyes glued to the slightly open door, hoping against hope for a familiar face to appear.
His mumma fed him lies. There was no Jungkook when he woke up. Still a hope within didn't let him cry over the longing feeling again. So he sat there waiting for his Jungkook.
But as the minutes turned into hours, disappointment started to settle in. He felt like he was stuck in limbo, trapped between wanting and not knowing. All he could do was sit there, hoping for a sign that the one he missed would come back soon.
Please.
His mind was foggy with relentless needs to be united with his husband.
His every fibre in skin pined for Jungkook.
He is desperate.
A thudding sound of someone walking towards his room broke the endless thinking of the boy .
He snapped his head towards the door certain that the one coming is his Jungkook so with his jumbled mind and red nose his hand did a poor job to wipe his tears with sleeves and straighten his clothes before standing beside the bed.
All the crying from hours resulted in his red bloodshot iris and red nose with flushed cheeks and quivering lips.
His sanity is on the bay if Jungkook didn't enter the room then there is no more Taehyung to wait .
He will go and will find his husband.
But to the goddess's grace his eyes are blessed with those sparkling eyes and handsome face.
But Taehyung's heart pounded against his ribcage like a caged bird as Jungkook's figure loomed in the doorway. His feet felt as heavy as lead, rooted to the spot by a crippling fear of rejection. Insecurity clawed at his mind, whispering cruel doubts about his worthiness.
Why would Jungkook want him now, in this state of disarray? Taehyung's appearance reflected the turmoil within – disheveled hair, tired eyes, and a demeanor weighed down by uncertainty. Would Jungkook turn away, repelled by the sight of him in such a vulnerable state? He made a futile attempt of fixing his hair and wiped his eyes softly.
As Taehyung grappled with his inner turmoil, Jungkook's footsteps echoed softly in the room, each one a hesitant step towards uncertainty. With every beat of his heart, Taehyung longed for reassurance, a lifeline to cling to amidst the tumult of his thoughts.
But a sigh left his mouth upon seeing the boy standing by the bed.
And then, as if sensing Taehyung's silent plea, Jungkook's hand reached out, fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against Taehyung's own. Breaking his turmoil.
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Fanfiction(◍•ᴗ•◍) ONGOING. (◍•ᴗ•◍) Jungkook has always been a little shy, his days filled with worries and nerves that sometimes overwhelm him. He lived his half of life in nightmares ,anxiety and panic attacks. His mother, wanting to see him smi...
