taehyung pov ↓
I flutter my eyes open to find myself in a bright, warm room, no different from before. Six thirty-two am the clock next to me read. I slept from yesterday afternoon, to six thirty-two in the morning. Wow, I must of been very tired.
I sit up, rubbing my eyes. After a couple seconds, I here someone breathing? I look to my right to see Jungkook sleeping on the pillow next to mine. I quiet down my breathing so I don't wake him.
Milky white skin, dark brown, messy hair, his neck and shoulders exposed. This kid really was beautiful, like an angel.
I silently yawn and slowly get out of bed, tip toeing to the open door. As soon as I get in the hallway, I slowly close the door and head downstairs.
My coat was in the same spot Jungkook had left it yesterday. I grab it, and take my phone from one of the pockets. I turn it on:
96%
6:47
Saturday, January 16, 2016 3 missed calls from: mom
I sigh at my three missed calls. There should be no good reason that she's calling me. They kicked me out. They should not be worrying.
I clear my notifications and decide to look around Jungkooks house. There's a living room to the left, bathroom to the right, and kitchen at the end of the hallway. The house is quite cozy, and I liked that.
I made way to the living room to sit until Jungkook wakes up... will he let me leave? Will he make me leave? There are so many questions I'm ignoring at the moment, not really sure if it's a bad idea or good one. I'll just leave it alone.
I swipe my phone screen to the right and click on messages. (1 new message)
NamjooN
Tae?
Taehyung?
I heard yelling come from your house last night
are you okay?
Yeah
I'm no longer there
Where are u?
Do u need me to pick u up?
No it's fine. I'm with an old friend.
Alright hmu if there's trouble again
ttyl
thanks namjoonie,
bye.
I turn off my phone and listen to the silence of Jungkooks home. There is rarely any silence like this at my house. My dad is always screaming at me, or my mom. God, I hope she's okay.
"Hmm good morning Taehyung." A drained voice says from behind me. I turn around to find Jungkook, looking absolutely adorable. He put on a white shirt that exposed half his collar bone, and he had the cutest bed head ever.
"Morning." I replied, turning back around to my phone.
Jungkook shuffles his feet to where I was sitting and fell next to me. He then hugged my waist and laid his head on my shoulder. I feel heat rush to my cheeks, and I bite my bottom lip.
"What time did you wake?" Jungkook asked, his head still resting on my shoulder.
"Six thirty." I respond.
"Do you always wake up this early?"
"I only wake up to sounds."
"What sounds?" He asks, innocently.
I sigh at the question, "Just sounds."
Jungkook lifts his head off my shoulder and pierces his brown eyes into mine, "Normal sounds?"
"No."
"What sounds?"
"You ask a lot of questions." I sigh and Jungkook chuckles.
"How about we go out for coffee and get to know each other?" Jungkook suggests, smirking.
"Sounds like a plan." I accept his offer. Jungkook bites his bottom lip and lays his head back on my shoulder.
"I really like you, Taehyung." He whispers.
"I really like you, too."
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