❝Bathroom Talks❞ m.yg x p.jm [eng trans]

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Our footsteps resounded in the deserted hallway, whereas mine were notably irregular since Jungkook still hasn't ceased from me but kept up his regular speed. His momentary acting made me doubt of me being the older one of us two, according to him dragging me after him like I was a toddler and I couldn't do anything but follow him in a bit uncoordinated way. After some seconds this discernment seemed to be gotten to Jungkook as well and he released my hand as well jerkily as carefully.
Though his back was facing me the tenderness formed in his back muscles wasn't assessable. Also his hands, which revealed his white knuckles due to him clenching his fist, bespoke this. But when he turned around to me and looked at me with an indefinable glimpse, his obvious harassment seemed to be calmed. Instead this tenderness, which was almost tangible, spread on my still growing confusion and mixed up to a dangerous composite of ignorance and curiosity Jungkook should've fall prey to some seconds after.
But before I could even think about which of my questions, that I had already written down in my mind, I could ask I got suddenly braked by his glimpse's changing which was now begging me to placate the question waiting between my lips.
Automatically my slightly opened mouth shut again and I waited for a miracle to erase the silence between us.
However, this turned out to be superfluously, when I suddenly felt something cold, smooth on my still upturned palm. Surprised I glanced up and recognized the book I had swallowed eagerly some days ago.
It was a possibility I would've never anticipated, that not even a small part of my heart living for books and literature had missed these filled pages invented with diligence.
But now I was standing here, holding the object of my erstwhile eager in my hand, without showing any emotions. At this point Jungkook interrupted my trains of thought before I could sink them in dangerous depths. "You had left it recently at my place", he said whereat I nodded muttering a 'thanks' and put the elaborately bound cluster of paper in my backpack. Thereby I didn't miss his sightly worried glimpse I didn't have to wait long for the explanation for. "Everything okay? First you stand me up without telling me and then you also forget your books without wanting them back."
While he was talking I tensed again.
For some seconds I fought against myself, if I should tell him the truth, but then I decided against it. Who knows what his reaction would be like? Also was the special but kinda weird exchange in this unremarkable cabin a secret I wanted to call 'mine' and didn't want to share with anybody. Hence, I only shook my head and explained to him it was only about stress at school and it would get better by itself.
Though I had the feeling of him not believing me, he didn't waste any words on it and saw off merely with waving his hand, which caused a sightly smack on my tongue which I would taste for longer.

Two days had passed since this weird incident in which I didn't dare to go nearby the bathroom, blaming others' glimpses, which seemed to auge every lesson, fixed on me and impossible to get off even with the biggest distance. But also the wanting of new tear causing words, which seemed not to be meant for anyone but me, grew hourly. Depriving of curious glimpses I stayed out in a unlocked, empty class room until two hours after the last lesson had passed.
When I silently sneaked through the hallways I determined contentedly neither any students nor any teachers were in the building.
My heart's loud and powerful beating was the only audible sound when I was excitedly entering the cabin that was meanwhile my only haven. And - as if I wouldn't have expected something else - a little smile sneaked on my face when I spotted the new, easily assessable text in a corner, written with a small and untidy handwriting like usually.

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