[VKOOK] Let's Play!

CHAPTER 4: Not Again

JUNGKOOK’S POV

-”Welcome to End world 3”

Tae grabbed my hand tighter after the artificial MC welcomed us. The emotion was filling the room.

We appeared on a black, large space, we were floating in the dark. It was scary even for me, but it wasn't as much as it would be, since we were holding hands.

We were going to immerse when suddenly:

“FAILED TO
LOAD DATA”

I can't imagine which face Taehyung has now, but I'm sure it isn't a cheerful one. I sit on my knees, take off my helmet and I proceed to take his too, meeting again with his perfect colored hair. He proceeds to look at me with a pouting sad face about to tear up. And I can't do anything more than throw myself towards him and put my arms round his back, rest my chin on his perfect hair, and calm his disappointment with a tight lovely bear hug.

-“I’m so sorry I-“

-“It's not your fault Kookie...” He answered, barely audible since he was burying his face on my chest.

-“Do you want to stay this night?, I mean it's already 1am an-“

-“Yeah thanks” he admits breaking the hug and showing that boxy smile that makes my heart flutter.

I escort him to my room and he immediately falls asleep after throwing his body on the mattress. I take the pillow left and go back to the sofa to take a nap until I have to get up at six o'clock to get the restaurant ready before the customers arrive Saturday at 9.
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My alarm wakes me up at the same everyday’s hour, and my morning routine starts again. I take a warm shower to take off yesterday's stress, ready to be filled again today. I grab the same black bag I had since highschool, stuff a toast on my mouth and a cup of coffee and I'm ready to leave.

Of course I didn't forget about leaving a note for Tae explaining I had to leave to work, after puting on my coat and my grandmother’s red scarf which wrapped twice my neck, not only with heat, but with love.
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I look at my calendar before starting the day again, and cross yesterday's square since I was too tired to do it last night. I stare at the squared paper posted on the wall next to the entrance door:

-“Eighteen”...”Eighteen days since I met Tae, and I haven't seen him again”

Yes, I haven't seen Kim Taehyung since the day the game passed out. And it f****me a lot. I know that maybe it was a one-day friendship, but I would have liked it to last longer. Forever.
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(A/N: Sorry for that clingy and short chapter, but I was so bored during my long train ride and I needed to put spicy sauce. But don't think that this happiness will last forever *inserts evil laugh*)