pastel [3]

thirty four

Third Person point of view

It had been four days and Jungkook hadn't seen Taehyung waiting for him outside his workplace once. There was no follow up on the conversation surrounding the terms of their relationship. Days went by with nothing and it was beginning to worry him that his indecisiveness had scared the blonde off. The same thing would repeat everyday: his lunch break would start and he'd run straight to the bench where Taehyung would sit and watch him everyday. He'd find it mostly empty or occasionally taken up by an elderly couple. Never the sweet golden glow he'd come to crave.

On the Friday evening he was packing up his desk at work and getting ready for the weekend when Namjoon appeared by his side.

"I heard about Sooyoung," he began with a conserved tone, not wanting to stir up any difficult emotions for the younger who ignored him for a moment to continue zipping up his laptop bag. "How has it been?" The question stiffened Jungkook's movements, fingers closing around his phone as he thought over his answer.

"I broke up with her... and now Taehyung won't talk to me," muttered Jungkook with a wavering whisper, checking for any notifications that may have been left for him throughout the day. There was nothing. No check in from Sooyoung, no message from Jimin who would be working night shift. "Did I mess it up?" He asked so quietly Namjoon had to lean in for him to hear it.

"Kook, stuff like this takes time. You can't expect it to fall perfectly into place within a week." The younger chuckled with a weighted self-pity, bringing his bag over his shoulder whilst nodding to the words. "Have you gone to see him?"

"He's always been the one to find me. The one time I found him was a coincidence..."

"So find him. That's how this all started right? You finding him?" He hadn't thought about that. It was like their dynamic had flipped on its head. Going from an irresistible pull to find and spend time with the pretty blonde boy, to now expecting Taehyung to show up outside his workplace every day. It was a tug of war between who needed it more, and right now they were at a stalemate. "Based on your face I'd say you've made a decision. I'll tell Seokjin you won't be coming over for dinner." Namjoon spoke with a teasing lilt, patting the younger on the shoulder before heading for the exit, leaving Jungkook to retrace his steps to where he'd left Taehyung's house.

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Jungkook knocked heavily on the grey door calling out for the millionth time. His throat had already had it at the incessant yelling that was probably disrupting the neighbourhood. No matter the trouble it would cause, nothing could waver his determination to reach the one he desired. It had been twenty minutes of him knocking at the door, trying to peek inside the darkened house that had every one of the curtains drawn shut. The most logical explanation for this would be that he wasn't home. Except the only pair of shoes he owned were sitting unused on the front terrace with dust layered thick over them.

"Taehyung!" He yelled, banging on the glass beside the window with a heightened urgency. "I know you're in there!" Even with all his tiring efforts, the door remained close, curtains still pulled shut so that the vision through the window remained obscured. "Please, Tae!" He cried desperately, letting his weight fall to the door and slide down until he hit the ground. Dread flowed through him as he thought of the endless possibilities of why he was being ignored. "I'm staying here until you open this door. No matter how long it takes." He had no way to tell if Taehyung even heard him, whether he was even home and maybe he'd just gone out barefoot like he used to. If that were the case then he would come home to Jungkook on his doorstep.

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Jungkooks eyes were growing heavy, as he stared up at the stars, smiling at their beauty. He remembered the day him and Taehyung had sat under the stars. Talking about how people took things for granted. He remembered how much he had taken for granted, and how he had failed to realise that. Taehyung had given him so many things. He'd given him hell for sure. Plenty of it to last him a lifetime. But among that hell, was little sparks of heaven and day. Things that would bring happiness to his eyes throughout darkness.