Insomniac (taekook)

Part 18

Jungkook POV

Im pretty sure neither of us got much sleep last night.
After Taehyung brutally fucking rejected me there wasn't much I could do other than look at the floor and say
"I think it's time for bed."

I should be thankful he even still let me sleep with him.

He went to sleep at around 4:30 in the morning. I only know that because I can tell when he falls asleep. His body tilts and he sighs as he breaths like he's in constant bliss. Well, when he's not thrashing around screaming for help that is.
After he fell asleep I snuck my arm round him and held him close to me. I breathed in his normal Taehyung smell.
Then stopped immediately once I realised I almost defiantly looked like a serial killer.
I hope he still lets me sleep with him.
The bed feels so much warmer.
Oh wait I'm in his bed that's why.
But still , his presence and child-like sense of wonder bought me a feeling of happiness I don't remember feeling before.

My usual way of seeing if someone was worth my time usually went along the lines of=

.Enter party/bar

.locate male or female who doesn't look too engrossed in conversation or too interesting

.Go over and look at them from a certain angle to see if they are hot enough

.if not find someone else , if they are chat your way up to the point were you can shove your
hand down their pants

.wake up the next morning full of regret but no hesitation to do again if the opportunity comes

Taehyung wasn't really like that though. Sure he was definitely hot enough , I'd Sussed that out on Day 1. But I don't think I'd ever go up to him at a party or anything , maybe because he's got that kind of , 'I'm far to nice to ever want to talk to someone as trashy as you' vibe. Or simply because you can tell he won't be easy , he's different , he's , he's... out of my league.

Despite it being Sunday I hauled myself out of Taehyung's bed at around 7. I'm pretty sure he was in too deep a sleep to hear me , but I could hear some shuffling.
I went back to my room and was greatly surprised to see Jimin in his own bed for once.

I slid in to my own and pondered about my troubling situation.
I want him to see I'm worth his time.
I want him to know I can look after him , better than Namjoon ever could.
Although mentioning the critically acclaimed 'stabbed boyfriend' in your argument may not have been the cleverest idea Jungkook.

Me and Taehyung just need to spend more time together , yeah that's it!
I'll ask him out, not on a date or anything but just as friends. I'll make it fun and interactive , I mean I'll hate it but that's just the kind of bullshit Tae would love.

I grabbed my laptop and started researching , ha he'll have no choice but to fall in love with me.

Taehyung POV

"Taeeee."
"Taeeeeee."
"Taehyungieeee."
I know that annoying voice anywhere.

"Piss off you fat , cocksucking , pisstaking , Cunt." I spit venomously in to my pillow.

"Good morning princess I just wanted to let you know you have a text message from..."
There's a pause.
"Jungkook."

I groan loudly.
It's Sunday. Piss. The. Fuck. Off.

"Do you want me to read it out precious?" He says in his annoying baby voice.

"Say one more word and I'll kick you in the balls so hard your grandchildren will feel it." I growl.
"I'll take that as a no." He murmurs.

I haven't opened my eyes yet but I can hear him shuffling around. He's probably being pretty quiet , but to my newly awoken ears it may aswell be a fucking avalanche.

"Hoseok shut the fuck up." I moan pathetically.

"Taehyung I unzipped my jacket , There's no volume levels on the zip." He argues.

Hang on wait a second.

"Where were you last night?" I enquire.
If it weren't for him then I would of been able to cry on his shoulder , not called Jungkook , then NOT KISSED Jungkook and I wouldn't be in this mess and everything would have been just tickety boo.

"Oh you know..."
He trails off.

I finally open my eyes to see him parading around the room in his usual 'no fucks' way.
But then my eyes focus on something.
His neck.
More specifically the large purple bruises littering it.

"Hoseok you didn't get fucked did you?" I groan.
God not this again.
Hoseok has a certain way of attaching himself to people and becoming a little bit obsessed, which ultimately makes him bad for one night stands.

"Nope I stayed pretty sober actually , well... I think I did?" He giggles.

Dear god he's got it bad.
Hoseok is a bit bipolar these days.

When he isn't skipping around feeding bread to the ducks or forcing you to listen to his poetry analysis, he's under the covers which his massive headphones listening to his loud rap or crying and eating chocolate bars in the bath.

I can't exactly blame him, it's still painful for him too. After all him and Joon were closer than I was, they'd known each other for years before I knew them and they had a fun way of making you feel like shit if you didn't get the inside joke.
At first I felt a little bit threatened about how close they were after me and Namjoon became an item, but I soon discovered that you couldn't get a better friend for life than Jung Hoseok.

After Namjoon died we became roommates so we could help each other almost , we were both hurting.

I sigh again and lift myself up a bit so I can retrieve my phone.

"Go on then tell me about him." I say , giving him a knowing smile.

"Shut up Tae it's different this time."
Legit what he says every time .

"Oh yeah why?" I ask.

"Because I'm in love that's why." He states matter o factly.
God here we go again.

"Who is it this time?" I sigh.

"You know... the guy who lives next door? The one with the black hair and pretty eyes?"

My heart skips a beat.
I gulp.

"You mean... Min Yoongi?"

It's late and I'm tired and I've eaten way to much