Insomniac (taekook)

Part 28

I tap at my check with the pencil , gnawing at the little eraser at the end absentmindedly.

Thing I won't miss about Namjoon....shit this is gonna be a tricky one

Number 1)

I wrote down with trembling hands

Well for starters he sometimes had bad breath in the morning.
But then again , I don't remeber ever waking up to anyone who did have good breath in the morning.

No Taehyung you need to think harder.
Think about a time where he didn't make you happy.

Number 1) -he would never tell me what was wrong

He'd just come back from one of his classes , phycology I think something he wasn't particularly fond of especially at the end of the day when all he wanted to do was flop on the bed and lollop on me.
He didn't greet me as usual when he swung open the door and flung himself down on his bed. I could tell he must be tired because it was the only reason he'd never say hello to me.
I knew from past situations that I had to tread carefully. An angry Namjoon meant a sulky Taehyung resulting in rather aggressive makeup sex or a snooty knock on the door from our arrogant neighbours.

"You Ok?" I try.
He doesn't respond verbally but gives me an Ok sign with his fingers.

"Do you want to ... you know talk about it?"

I get no reaction.

Namjoon is one of the strongest people I know , it takes a lot to get him down in the dumps.

"Namjoon you have to tell me what's wrong." I say gently.

Either he's blatantly ignoring me or he's gone to sleep.

"Namjoon!" I press

"What!?" He grunts irritably from his face done position on his bed.

"Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothings wrong Tae Im just a little stressed."
He pauses
"Maybe you'd get it if you actually worked in any of your subjects." He mumbled the last bit but I pried myself on having impeccable hearing.

"This isn't just stress somethings got you down I can tell."

"No."

"Why won't you let me help you?" I continue.

"Jesus Tae you really managed to make an argument out of nothing." He sighs loudly , like some desperate tired parent with a rowdy toddler.

"I'm trying to get you to not bottle up your problems." I carry on.

Just let me in

"Im tired."

"So am I Im tired of you never telling me shit when you're upset I love you and you and I need to you to start opening up a bit mor-"

"I'm fine Ok! I don't need to open up I want to do my work and go to sleep and most of all I want you to stop pestering me!"

I slept at a friends dorm that night

Number 2) - he always assumed he was right

"Uuuuh" he groans from his spot at his desk.

"Anything i can help with?" I ask leaning over his shoulder and glancing at the list of English words.

"No it's just this word , we've just been over them and I can't remember what this one is." He says pointing to one.