It was quiet in my room tonight.
All except for the whimpers of Taehyung under my bed.
I always wonder why he cried so much. I'm almost positive Jungkook knows why but he doesn't talk about it. Those soft eyes were a dead give away when he looked at Taehyung.
Neither of them will tell me why they're here. It's almost like they forget and then remember.
Those days, when I ask them why they're here, they won't talk or look at me for hours.
Any normal person would have been scared to sleep in this room, I mean, I was at first.
Terrified.
Jungkook didn't scare me nearly as bad as Taehyung did when I first met him.
Those holes in his head peeking over the bed, staring at me, absolutely terrifying.
Sometimes I wonder how he cries without eyes. It must be hard right?
Whenever he cries under my bed, I want to kneel on the floor and ask him what's wrong and reach out to him.
But, the scars on my arms from him scratching me for getting too close is a reminder that I should let him be.
Jungkook never full on cries, sniffles only. He talks sometimes, but it's not much of anything really. He sighs a lot.
Like he's depressed.
I would be too if I had to stay in the closet like that all the time.
He'll actually let me touch him, but not for long. He always ends up pushing me away if I linger on his skin too much.
The only time he lets me touch his skin is when it's really hurting him, sometimes the rope burn scar around his neck bleeds along with the scratches on his face. I always clean it up for him.
I've never once been able to touch Taehyung. He refuses to let me. He touches me sometimes though.
Only when I'm crying in bed at night, he'll touch my ankle and tell me it'll be alright. It's never much, but both of them comfort me when I need it.
"Taehyung," I softly whisper into the air, catching Jungkook's attention as Taehyung's whimpers stop.
"What?" Taehyung's throaty voice was low, almost inaudible.
"It'll be alright." My voice wasn't the smoothest, but at least I no longer heard Taehyung's whimpers. He must have found some kind of comfort within my words.
"Are you ever scared?" My gaze looked up to Jungkook who had his eyes fixated on me.
I shook my head an shrugged, hugging my knees close to my chest.
"You think if I was scared, I would have stayed in this room with both of you?" I chuckled softly as I watched Jungkook smirk.
Both of them had their own set of personalities.
Jungkook was more smug, he definitely told you how he was feeling and what was on his mind regardless.
Taehyung was innocent and quite playful. I couldn't tell you how many of my shoes went missing when I put them too close to my bed.
I never knew their ages, but I assumed Jungkook was younger than me by the way he looked, a couple years at the most.
Taehyung looked more around my age, I would literally give anything to be able to see what his real face looked like. Not this disturbing shameful face on such an innocent creature.
"Are you ever scared?" I watched Jungkook stiffen at my question before he sighed and shook his head no.
I figured as much, he wouldn't tell me if he was or not.
"I'm scared." I heard Taehyung's muffled voice and then the familiar sounds of scratching on the side of my bed.
I smiled lightly as I watched Taehyung peek over the bed at me, I could only see the place where his eyes should be. I knew he hated his mouth so he kept it covered.
"Why are you scared?" I leaned more closer to Taehyung so that I would be able to hear him.
"I don't know." I watched at Taehyung's fingers squeezed my sheets.
My eyes softened for him. I knew out of Jungkook and Taehyung, Taehyung had the saddest back story, even if it wasn't voiced out.
"You don't need to be scared," I smiled at Taehyung and then at Jungkook, "I'll always be here."
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Eh. I'm hungry.
