cold feet [1]

thirteen

Taehyung's point of view

"Stop telling me you're sorry." I furrowed my brow, staring down at the pair of shoes he had in his hands.

Please leave me alone.
You deserve it. But fine ... get yourself killed, I don't care

"But, I hurt you..." He rolled his eyes.

"I don't care. You've told me what happened, and I'm okay with it. Look, maybe I don't understand exactly what goes on inside your head, but I know when something isn't you Taehyung. Just take the god damn shoes and go home." I took them carefully, feeling tense as our fingers nearly touched. Then I placed them on the ground and slipped my feet into them. They were about two sizes too large, and I could feel my toes wriggle around when I tried to walk in them. "I wasn't sure what size you were." He mumbled, scratching the back of his head.

"It'll be fine," I assured him, giving him a small wave before heading in the direction of my home.

Why is he so generous and forgiving?

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For someone who is so in love with you, he sure likes to disappear.
Yeah yeah, that's your fault. He's still mad.
Oops, sorry.
You're not sorry.

It had been two weeks and I had only seen Jungkook once. I had asked him if he was avoiding me, he had promised me he wasn't, just doing a course for work. But I got the feeling it was a bit of both.

He was probably the most anti-social person I had met. Most others would at least check on me weekly, but he seemed to not care as much.  Maybe it was because of the previous events. It frustrated me, that he was being pushed away by something ... someone I couldn't control. Though I guess in a way that was good. Less time seeing him, meant less time to fall in love with him.

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"Why do people never have anything interesting in their rubbish?" I whined, finding once again nothing in the fourth bin I had looked in.

Maybe they just had a craving for, everything.
"Right now I have a craving for everything."

"Would you eat me?" For the second time, I fell off the bin, arms flailing backwards as I tried to break the fall. My butt ached from the impact with the ground, and I rubbed it pouting to myself. Then I remembered why I had fallen in the first place, looking up at the perverted raven standing above me.

"What did you just say?" I questioned in disgust. Jungkook smirked, walking forward and taking a seat beside me.

"So, no?" I glared at him, my cheeks burning red.

"You're gross."

"Hey, I'm not the one searching through a bin." He held out a paper bag, the smell of warm spicy meat filling my senses; I practically salivated on the spot. "I'm sorry I haven't been able to visit you, please don't think I'm angry with you, because I'm not. I just have had a lot going on, with work and family stuff." I nodded slightly, peeking into the bag he had given me. Biting my lip to hide a pitiful smile, I lifted the warm container and rested it in my lap.

"How have you been?" He asked, picking up his own meal. It was almost midnight, why he was up so late confused me; but I didn't bother asking.

"I've been freezing," I murmured softly, pressing the container to my face. Which caused Jungkook to laugh. It was a sweet and pure laugh, one I missed hearing. "I missed you," I admitted aloud, unsure if he heard me. But it felt good to get it out. He gave no reaction, continuing to eat in his own peculiar way; so I decided he didn't hear me.

"I missed you too." He replied after five minutes. Looking up, I saw his eyes were focused on me, lips tight in a grateful smile as I stared back at him.

"Oh, you heard." He nodded. "Why did you come here? During the middle of the night." He shrugged tiredly, staring up at the sky.

"It's funny, people say they want to sleep under the sky ... want to sleep with nature. But as soon as someone brings up the idea of not having a home, we all become so selfish of what we have." I tilted my head.

"Since when did you become such a deep fella?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"Fella?" I turned away, feeling like an idiot. Where the new vocabulary was coming from? I had no idea.

"What ever. Why'd you just blurt that out randomly?" He shrugged.

"I don't know. I've been thinking about something." He whispered, his jaw clenching as he paused for a long while. "Would you like to come live with me?"

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a/n: i kind of want to change a few things in the next chapter. it's a really dumb chapter and jimin's reaction is irrational and stupid. but i'm not sure how i can change it but also keep the plot on the same track.