Petrichor Feelings [Taegyu]

🍀 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧: 27🍀

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Taehyun now found himself shuffling around his bed from one side to another side. Unable to get a grip on sleep to escape the reality for the temporary time period.

The bedsheet of the younger had gotten all wrinkled up thanks to his movement. But that was his least concerned things now. He found himself fiddling around with that same query his best friend threw at him not less than few hours ago.

"Taehyunie do you like Beomgyu hyung?"

The male groaned at that ringing voice of his best friend and it repeatedly kept on pushing him towards the edge of his sanity. He really wanted to cursed and beat the shit out of Hueningkai now. It's all his fault. Why did he had to ask this stupid question?

Is that even a question?

Of course. He doesn't like-

Taehyun's thoughts were cut off when a familiar face flashed inside his mind. He immediately shrieked up panicking at how his mind had started to act out of the box, beyond his control.

-beomgyu hyung?

Taehyun found himself completing that exact same sentence more in a questionable manner as if he was asking himself. He doesn't like this confusion. He hates feeling like he is lost. It bothers him in every single aspect.

And the most fucking alarming thing is that, he felt so damn lost about something that involved his rival. Whom he didn't like a single-

URGHH!! What's wrong with you mind? Why don't you complete any sentence?

That ever so smart boy now only buried his face against his fluffy pillow to seek some kind of escape from this kind of exhausting thoughts of his. For the first time in life, Taehyun genuinely feels like he is actually dumb.

He didn't get any kind of topics in those text books of his. What the heck? How is he supposed to solve this problems? Isn't this problem fully out of syllabus?

Dear Taehyun, you can't solve this type of problems with your textbooks.

Taehyun finally laid on his mattress properly on his back facing the ceiling, completely taking in the silence of the room. A ray of soft moonlight entering his room through the open window gently enlightening the room.

Again, unable to sleep for even a single second as he had so many thoughts on his mind, he sat up and grabbed his phone.

"It's been a while since that writer posted something on their portal. Why aren't they posting?" Taehyun thought to himself, a pout subconsciously forming on his lips as he scrolled down the portal seeking a new update.

But nope, even the writer disappeared. He really didn't want to get attached to this things, but at the end he felt himself getting attached there, meaning he had to wait dozens and dozens of hours, days, weeks for something quitely. He couldn't even complain to anyone. It sucks.

Sighing heavily in disappointment, Taehyun tossed his phone away feeling it was useless to keep it on for now.

That familiar uncomfortable feeling at the pit of his stomach returned as soon as Taehyun sat on his bed completely silent. Wincing at that discomfort he felt suddenly, the male only tightly pressed against his own stomach trying to subdue that feeling. Useless. It doesn't help at all.