Petal | tk

Chapter 23: Hyacinths

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Ignore the mistakes plz :)

Third Person POV

Taehyung walks inside Jeongguk's apartment and the other closes the door behind them. Jeongguk watches Taehyung walk right up to the wall.

"Feels like I haven't been here for ages." Taehyung chuckles.

When Jeongguk stays quiet and is walking towards his room, Taehyung speaks again.

"Not much of a talker tonight, huh?" Taehyung asks and Jeongguk turns to him.

"I'll answer if it has anything to do with me." Jeongguk says.

"Oh, someone did wake up on the wrong side of bed." Taehyung raises his hands in surrender and turns back to the wall.

He turns around again. "It did have something to do with you though." Taehyung huffs. "I asked you something in the car, remember?"

"If you so desperately want a new nickname then all you have to do is ask." Jeongguk says and Taehyung narrows his eyes at him, scoffs.

"I do not need a new one. That's not why I asked." Taehyung mumbles.

"Okay then, petal." Jeongguk says and Taehyung huffs again and turns towards the wall.

Jeongguk looks at him for a moment and then clicks his tongue, goes to his room.

He's got no energy to open his notes and laptop to study and all he wants is to fall asleep. It's one of those days when you feel tired for no fucking reason.

It look all the energy left in him to shower and he changed into his sweats and threw himself face first on his bed.

It must've been a shut eye for twenty minutes when his stomach begs him for the feed and Jeongguk knows he won't be able to sleep peacefully if he hasn't eaten.

So he decides to go out and for a moment, he gets stunned to see Taehyung in his apartment because his programmed mind isn't used to have people in his place.

But it's gone the next moment as even his tired kind registers that it's alright. It's just Taehyung and he's been here before and he's just working and that's its okay.

It's okay because you even fucking kissed him right here so yeah, no stranger danger.

Jeongguk closes his eyes to rid himself of such thoughts and walks towards the kitchen.

"Want something to eat?" Jeongguk asks Taehyung.

"No, I'm not hungry." Taehyung simply replies.

"You sure?"

"Yes, mother." Taehyung utters.

"Fucking brat." Jeongguk mumbles and decides on cup noodles. He wordlessly walks towards the couch and turns on the TV for as long as he eats.

He's not paying much attention to the television, the presence of Taehyung is a lot more occupying in the whole apartment than anything else.

He places the empty box on the table and stares at the screen mindlessly. His head title back to look at Taehyung for a moment, it's quite often and most often that it happens so naturally.

That he has to look.

Taehyung's setting the plants in the vases and then scribbling something on a small diary he holds.

He sure loves working because he looks like he enjoys this. Perhaps it happens when people do pursue and love their dream jobs.

Jeongguk leans back on the couch and feels his eyes getting heavy. He doesn't know when he falls deep in a slumber.