rain [taekook] DISCONTINUED

broken

CHAPTER TWENTY // BROKEN
Taehyung POV

I don't think my feet have ever moved as fast as they're going at this very moment.

They rush down the side walk and carry me with them, my heavy and panicked pants fill the air as I continue running down the dark and empty late night streets wearing nothing but a large grey hoodie and black sweatpants. "Please be okay, please be okay," I mumble over and over again as I make my way down the sidewalk.

I don't know what startled me more, the fact that Jungkook suddenly called me at 1:00 in the morning or the fact that he was balling uncontrollably and couldn't even get one single word out.

"Please be okay, please be okay."

The remeberence of his sad and heart crushing sobs ring in my ears as I continue to sprint like no tomorrow. I run into his apartment complex and sprint up the stairs to the third floor, not even bothering to take the elevator. I run up three flights of stairs and then race down the empty and narrow hallway until I reach his door. To my content it's unlocked.

"Jungkook?" I call out as I slowly make my way into his dark home, the white walls looking more grey in the dim lighting. "Jungkook, are you okay?" I call out and walk further into his home. I stumble down his hallway towards his bedroom, I'm about to knock when I hear loud and uncontrollable sobs coming from the other side. I gently grip the doorknob and twist it open while taking the deepest breath that I have ever taken in my life.

My heart breaks.

There, he sits with his knees pressed against his chest while crying into a large white pillow that he has in his hands. He doesn't look up, his sobs are too loud to the point where he doesn't even know I'm here. I quickly yet carefully walk over and sit on the edge of his bed causing it to squeak. His head shoots up from the pillow so I can see his tearstained cheeks and red swollen eyes. My heart breaks more at the sight.

He starts breathing faster and rougher and begins moving back away from me and towards the headboard of his bed. "Jungkook, everything's okay, shhhh," I whipsper to him as I try to extend my hand towards him but he just ends up crying more and screaming for me to move away. What's going on with him? "Jungkook, please let me help you," I whisper and he shakes his head frantically.

"N-no one can help me. I'm p-pathetic. I'm a loser. I'm w-weak. I'm an idiot. I'm a b-baby. I'm w-worthless. I'm a joke. I'm nothing, I'm absolutely n-nothing and I d-don't deserve to be here."

Tears start to form in my eyes just hearing those words come out of his mouth. I finally decide that the only way to help him is to take matters into my own hands. I quickly jump up on the bed making him sob more and try to kick me away, he flails his arms around but I quickly grab them and pull his back into my body so he's slumped up against my chest. "...99...98...97...96..." He randomly begins counting down from one hundred with pained eyes srewed shut, I rock him back and forth and listen to his cracking voice.

"...83...82...81...80...79...78..." He keeps going, it must be a tactic he uses in circumstances like this one. What ever it is, it's gladly working, he still struggles out of my grip but his attempts of escape quickly diminish. "...50...49...48...47...46..." I find myself counting down with him and I feel him slowly relax into my arms as the end grows nearer. "...25...24...23...22...21...20..." Our voices blend together in perfect harmony, my loud and raspy with his soft and broken, a sadistic tune.

"...5...4...3...2...1..." The counting stops and he takes a deep breath and grips onto my forearm that's securely wrapped around his chest. "You're not nothing, you're everything. You're here because you deserve to be here, everyone's here for a reason, we all have a purpose," I whisper in a quiet and relaxed tone and he lets out a quivering breath.

He turns his body and starts crying into my chest, staining my grey sweater with tears. He finally looks up at me with large puppy dog like eyes, "I'm sorry," he mumbles and I smile sadly and shake my head. "There's nothing to be sorry for, I told you that if you ever needed help to call me. I'm glad you listened," I say and a small smile forms on his face.

"You're a really great friend, Tae," he mumbles groggily as he turns his head and leans into my chest. I nod but a small frown forms on my face. Friend.

His crying has stopped. The world seems frozen, the only thing bringing me back to reality is his slow breathing up against my body and the soft purring sounds of his snores. He's fallen asleep pressed up against my chest. I smile subconsciously at the sight infront of me, it's hard to believe that this simple boy with such a pleasent appearance deals with so many problems everyday. And I'm one of the causes of his problems.

I sigh and brush a loose strand of black hair out of his face as he continues to sleep soundly. I find my eyelids begining to feel heavy as my breaths become shorter and calmer. My eyes shut and a wave of darkness washes over me.

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I wake up to the fresh sunlight seeping in through large bedroom windows, I reach my hands to the side but feel nothing. My eyes shoot open as I notice I'm the only one in the bed, my grey hoodie still stained with tears that are not of my own. Where is he?

I climb out of his white sheets and make my way out of his bedroom and through his home, I walk down the hallways and towards the kitchen and the sight before me makes me chuckle. "Bunny, what are you doing?" I ask and let out a laugh.

He's standing on top of one of his kitchen chairs as he peers through all his empty cupboards while balancing pots and pans in his arms. He peers over his shoulder and presents his child like grin that can light up any room.

"I was trying to make breakfast for you but then I realized I had no food to cook with..." He says and I chuckle. "You don't have to make me breakfast," I say as he starts putting the pots and pans away. "Yeah... but I wanted to find a way to thank you for helping me last night, you didn't have to," he says quietly as he closes the cupboards and hops down off the chair.

"I know," I say and walk towards him and place a gentle hand on his shoulder, "but I wanted to." He smiles and tilts his head to the side revealing his well-defined collarbone that is shown as his large white t-shirt hangs nearly off his shoulder. I adjust it for him and his cheeks turn pink giving me a weird feeling inside. "Come on, let's go out for breakfast," I suggest and his eyes widen. "Really?" He exclaims and I nod as he cheers and zooms past me into his bedroom. I chuckle as I watch him disappear.

He comes out a few seconds later, unchanged, and holding a large black t-shirt and a pair of dark jeans. "Here, borrow these," he says and hands the clothes to me as he zooms back into his bedroom. I'm glad he has a taste in oversized clothing, otherwise his clothes wouldn't fit me. I walk to the bathroom and slip them on just as he walks out of his bedroom wearing a large white t-shirt and black skinny jeans.

"Ready?" I ask and he nods. "Ready," he chirps as we make our way towards the front door. He skips happily down the hallways as I laugh at him, our laughs echo off the walls. It's hard to believe how broken he was last night compared to the happy spirit he is now. Jeon Jungkook, all I want to do is help you.

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Teaaars :(