Our Demons//Taekook

Taehyung-16

Maybe I should leave.That’s the dozenth time I’ve had that thought since I invited myself to jungkook's penthouse.After I left my car in the car park, I contemplated not actually invading his place. That’s just rude.But the other option was to wait in the reception area, where anyone could walk in and see me.

Not happening.

Getting myself in was safer. If he’s mad about that, then, well, maybe he should’ve changed the code.Or not asked me to come here ten times a day like a mantra.Still, I’m uncomfortable as I sit on the sofa, my uneasy breaths only
interrupted by the creaks of the leather beneath me.

His place is proper huge compared to the rest of the flats on the island and would definitely be considered a penthouse anywhere in total asia.The decor is modern, slick, and polished. Everything is in perfect shape and the decorations seem untouched, probably because it’s a new building. I don’t think he lives here most of the time, though, considering the lack of life anywhere in this place.

Feeling a bit stuffy, I shrug off my jacket and place it neatly on the chair’s armrest. I’d rather hang it instead, but I don’t want it to feel like I’m taking liberties in his space.I removed my shoes at the entrance as well so as not to track in any dirt.

The other day, I was a bit too preoccupied to remember my manners. Not that I’m in a better state of mind today, but he’s not here so…I run a hand over my face and stare up at the cloudy sky through the transparent ceiling. What am I doing, seriously?This will inevitably lead to a disaster that will undoubtedly push me to purge the pain.This will hurt. Again.

This will make the black ink submerge me and shove me to the darkest corners of my soul. And yet I can’t move.I don’t want to.I lift my phone and stare at the texts I sent jungkook. My chest constricts when I see that he read them, but he didn’t reply. What does that mean?

He never ignores my texts, aside from when he ghosted me. This morning was the first time he didn’t glue himself to my side despite my grumbles and attempts to push him away. In fact, he didn’t show up at all. Maybe he’s done chasing me. He definitely didn’t seem that interested in me when yoongi was all over him between rounds of the fight. Bloody hell.

I cover my eyes with my arm. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why can’t I remove the image of Jeremy touching him so intimately from my head? In fact, that was part of the reason why I left the fight club. The first part was being unable to watch him being punched by soobin. Even if he punched back twice as hard.

The ticking sound goes into overdrive in my head, driving me up the wall.

Tick.

He’s not coming.

Tick.

Why would he? No one really wants you.

Tick.

You look pathetic. Just leave already.

A migraine starts to form at the back of my skull as the demons run rampant, spouting their hatred and telling me what they think of me without mincing their words.

I know I should leave. I do. But for some reason, I’m rooted in place. The reality of the situation bursts through me without warning.I don’t want to leave.The lift dings and a rush of adrenaline spreads through my chest.
Simmer down. Desperate muchNot sure the reprimand works, because when I stand, my feet barely keep me upright. My skin prickles when I feel his overwhelming presence, but then I see him, and my lips part.

Splashes of blood cover some of the tattoos on his chest and decorate his handsome features. His hair is tied in a messy bun, strands escaping and
framing his face with a sheen of savagery.I haven’t seen him this unhinged since the initiation. But even back then, he was more pushy and playful than…desolate.His eyes are uncharacteristically empty, a blue so dark, I can’t see the Jungkook I’ve come to know over the past couple of weeks in them.