rain [taekook] DISCONTINUED

midnight tunes

CHAPTER FORTY TWO // MIDNIGHT TUNES
Jungkook POV

The air feels a lot less tense and less thicker around Taehyung and I now, a clear weight has been lifted off of our relationship, but another one has silently been restored. Every time I stare at my loving boyfriend I get a small glimpse of being kicked, pushed, shoved, hit, punched, and laughed at. It's slowly getting better but I can't help the fact that it's still a bother to me.

It's hard to find time to think sometimes, even when it's silent I find it difficult to process my whirling thoughts. Everywhere I go Taehyung seems to be with me, not that I'm complaining, I love having him by my side, he offers the protection and care that I have longed for such a long time. It's just that I need sometime alone so I can think properly, all by myself.

Then finally I found the opportunity. Tonight he is gone out with Yoongi to a bar. He tucked me into his bed before he left and as far as he knows I'm sound asleep right now.

Yoongi hasn't talked to anyone in a little over a week, Taehyung has somehow convinced him to come out of his house for just one night and explain everything in the open air. Yoongi and Jimin's relationship is on a halt, Jimin hasn't been the same without him and I know Yoongi feels the same.

I haven't walked around on my own in the darkened night streets in about a month, Taehyung is too overprotective and afraid that I'll get hurt even though he ignores the fact that this is how we first met. Now I finally get the chance. I stumble numbly through the empty streets, too consumed by my thoughts to spare the world around me a single glance, picking at the fresh layer of pale purple nail polish I had just applied, trying to conceal the obvious colour into the long sleeves of my oversized coat.

As I walk, many thoughts pour out of my messed up mind. My first set of worries come from the fact that I have just published my new book and it is doing extremely well, I've had a high number of sales and a lot of positive feedback has been coming in. The only problem is that if the novel is too popular then I am at risk of my publishing team asking for a book signing with my fans, then I'll have to make up a lame excuse not to go, again.

Why can't I just be normal? Why can't I just greet people normally without having to run away and practically pass out from fear? It's been getting better lately but I can't even imagine how bad my panic attacks would be in front of a crowd, that is, if one even shows up. Maybe no one would attend, that would decrease my stress by one hundred percent. Sadly, I know people would attend, and that scares me.

As I continue walking a cool air brushes passed my body, it'll soon be October and the seasons are quickly changing. My birthday had just passed, since things are still on bad terms between our little friend group we didn't really celebrate that much, much to my content. Taehyung wanted to throw a full out party, thankfully I convinced him not to. I can't even stare Yoongi in the eye as of right now, how would I face him at a party specifically for me?

I sigh and tighten my thin jacket around my body, it's nearing midnight meaning the weather will only keep dropping until dawn arrives to warm the up the world with its bright and energized heat. I've been walking aimlessly around town, somehow I've managed to make my way to a busy area, people brush pass while trying to enter small pubs and bars around the region. I ignore everyone as I walk by, thankfully making my way out the crowd.

As I turn the corner to a much less crowded sidewalk I hear faint sounds of humming, as I continue walking the sound becomes louder and is easily identifiable as a guitar being strummed. It's beautiful, so smooth and somewhat jazzy, it's perfect but not too precise leaving it to have some room for freedom and not following a strict pattern. I approach a bench where a tall male sits, strumming the soothing instrument.