FORLORN | JIKOOK

017 ─ tired

Jeon Jungkook

After awhile of our conversation, Taehyung and I decided to take some time for ourselves. We ordered some food and then ended up sitting on the bed together, watching a movie. Though we did, actually, successfully watch the full movie before falling asleep— for once—, we ended up talking a bit every now and then throughout the time we sat there. About silly things, or just thoughts that came to our minds. Sometimes certain things on the television made us think of different inside jokes that we used to love, or reminded us of various events in our life together.

Though our conversation earlier was a bit awkward for awhile, we seemed to get along fine after that. We spent the evening doing somewhat lazy activities instead of going out. Neither of us were really in the mood to do much.

After we finished our movie, Taehyung mentioned that it was time I should sleep. I probably would've fussed at him for telling me what to do whenever I could have gone to sleep on my own time, but there was no need. He was right, because I was getting a bit sleepy. I was finishing up brushing my teeth and cleaning myself up whenever my phone rang on the bed that Taehyung and I shared.

Taehyung lifted his head up with curiously parted lips, the sound catching his attention. His eyes turned towards the phone that sat on the heavy blanket, and his eyes softened at the realization of what it was. The older man was closer to the device, and so he slowly leaned over across the bed, his hand pressing down on the surface to balance his stretching body. The fingertips of his other hand pressed against the item, and in a matter of moments he had the object clasped between his fingers.

He slowly stood up straight, his feet heavily sitting on the floor to balance his weight. His eyes lowered towards the screen of my phone, and he blinked his eyes to guide the light from his eyes whenever it lit up. He breathed in, and lifted his eyebrows once his eyes adjusted to the screen. He then read the screen to check who the late night caller was.

His eyes solemnly lingered on the name, his jaw tightening slightly at the sight of it. His grasp on the phone tightened, and the device heated up the skin on his palm as it sat.

Jiminie.

After several moments of the silence I narrowed my eyebrows, and looked up at my reflection in the mirror with curiosity. "Who is it?" I asked as I turned my head slowly towards the direction of the doorway, raising my voice a bit so Taehyung would hear me from the other room, even though the door was wide open. But to my surprise, still no response came. I kept silent for several moments and lowered my eyes towards the dry cloth that I held in my hand, and I tightened my grasp on it lightly. I pressed it against the surface of the bathroom counter, slowly wiping it across the slightly wet areas to clean up any mess I might have accidentally made.

The ringing had stopped, and knowing Taehyung, he had probably picked up the phone instead of bringing it to me. I sighed softly with a small smile pulling the edges of my lips at the habit the man had picked up over the years. For the longest time, whenever weird people tried calling me or had important business with me, Taehyung would always steal my phone from me to speak for me. I guess he felt like he could take care of everything better than I could. Whatever the reason was, he picked up that habit. Even then, he was still answering my phone for me.

I didn't bother calling for him anymore, and decided to finish up with cleaning the bright looking counter. I moved my hand slowly, my shoulder turning slightly as I did so. Strands of my hair fell over my face, nearly tickling the skin around my eyes, but it didn't bother me much. I knew that if someone was calling me, then Taehyung would keep them on the phone until I was available, unless he handled the issue himself. Thinking about it, I came a bit curious at who it was that was deciding to call me at such a time. But if it really was important then the man would have left the call going until I could be there. If not, then there really was no point in sweating it.