remember me

*Thirteen*

Why?

He had accepted his fate, they weren't his to have. So, why were they here? Hovering above him so close but never to touch. What had he done to receive this type of life?

He ran that day, fully admits to it. When Taehyung had showed up in front of him at the counter he was taken aback, afraid. His once love's eyes were dark and dreary, full of resentment. What had he done to receive that type of treatment? The cold voice of the elder repeated in his head. This wasn't his love, this wasn't the person in the past that still showed his affection even if his personality was more cold. There was no affection anymore, only discontent.

That's why he ran.

Being so terribly afraid that Taehyung would request for him to never show his face to them. To hide away in the shadows, that he made them uncomfortable, that's why he ran.

It was a childish thing to do, to not face his problems. But it was what he was good at. Running. So he did.

That was three days ago and now he was stepping onto his floor and the two figures he'd had dreamed to always be waiting outside his door looked more like a nightmare.

They both straightened when he had stepped off the elevator. Jungkook supposed he could have taken a step back and retreated in to the elevator and rode it down and away. Fleeing once more. He had come to the decision that maybe watching them live their lives unable to be a part of it was excruciating for his heart.

But there comes a time when he must face the truth. This was possibly that time. He knew that there would come a day where his presence would be noticed, he'd be questioned and possibly thrown away once more.

Was that day today?

Adjusting the strap on his bag he approached them with cautious steps. Keeping his head down, refusing to meet their eyes as he stood before them.

Before he was able to hide away behind his walls, they were high and indestructible, he could keep hidden in the little fortress he had built. Until they came and broke them down, forced their way through. To this day he was unable to build them back up.

"Hello" he let out weakly. Eyes trained on the floor, fingers digging too tightly into his bag strap.

"Jungkook, right?" Jimin asked.

He nodded.

"Can we talk? We have some questions that need answering"

He hummed and unlocked his door, surprised that he was able to open it with ease, his fingers working with him and not against like he had originally thought.

The pull was still there, undeniably so. How badly he wanted to melt into them, nobody but him could truly understand the longing he felt.

Did they feel it too?

It was quiet, too quiet.

They had taken a seat at the small little table he had. He kept his back to them as he filled two glasses, not meeting their eyes as he set them on the table, clasping his hands to his front. Deciding it was best for them to speak first.

A throat cleared, Jimins .

Glancing up he met their eyes, but it was Taehyung's where his stayed. This time they were different. No longer was there indifference or slight animosity, this time they too matched his, full of longing and uncertainty.

In a snap decision he spoke first, laying all his cards out on the table. A moment a vulnerability on his part. At least he can say he tried. The worst that could happen was he would be rejected, seen as mentally ill. Or they could choose to believe him. He was praying for the latter.