{Jungkook's POV}
It was Saturday morning, the clock slowly ticking in the poorly dim lit room. Jungkook paced back and forth. Shaking his head at his stupidly for forgetting it's the weekend and most likely Taehyung parents where are home sleeping. He thought about still going but that would be rude, he could call Taehyung but again "stupid" he still didn't have his number. He can later check up on him but the way Taehyung avoided topics about his family, the way he left the house with Jungkook; rushed and nervous, Jungkook got unknown shivers from thinking about Tae's parents.
He decided to just go take a shower and get his thoughts off everything. After, he headed to the kitchen to help his dad make breakfast.
"The Taehyung kid seems nice. Are you guy's friends?" Mr. Jeon asked while grabbing plates for the scrambled eggs, while Jungkook was finishing cooking the bacon.
"Yeah, he is nice. A little, um wired at first but totally "friend material."
"Seems very shy though." Jungkook chuckled thinking about when he first met Taehyung.
"I don't think he is completely shy, I think he is more like a careless child. Like he disappears without an explanation, either silent or ridiculously load, and did I mention he likes his own company way too much. He spends a lot of time writing too, which reminds me I need to find out what he writes about. Oh, and his house—-"
"-KOOK, kid slow down will you. I get it, the kid isn't completely shy. Assh, I get the feeling in a few weeks you won't be calling him "friend material" but more like "boyfriend material."
"Dad~~~ don't say that. Taetae is only a friend!!!" Jungkook blushed incredibly fast what his father's comment. Yeah, he will not be one to deny how ridiculously cute tae was, how hot he looked when he spaced out with a blank face, how he strutted to innocently seductive. Every now and then, his step had a bounce to it. Tae was a friend! A "friend" Jungkook realized couldn't go a minute without not thinking about him.
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The weekend passed slowly with no sign of Taehyung. Jungkook spent his Saturday with the twins and the Sunday lazing around. Every now and then his thoughts would flood back to Taehyung but he would stop himself. Or at least tried to.
But now that Monday morning came, all Jungkook can do is stand in front of "him" mouth hang open staring at the red yellow bruise on his "cheek." Speechless, utterly hurt and worried.
"W-what happened...?"
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"Hold my hand" ~ Taekook ♥
Fanfiction"There is a place that hides well within me, I don't expect you to see. My screams linger on, I don't expect you to hear. My cold hands shake and my heart aches, I don't expect you to feel. My mind swirls and twists, I don't expect you to catch me w...
