Cuts || Taekook [ Finished ]

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i shoot up, my head aching and my hands sweaty. i pant, reliving the nightmare i just saw. i try to look around in the dark, my clock telling me it's three thirtyfour am. i feel around with my hands, searching for my phone on my nightstand. saturday 3.36am. i'm slightly reliefed knowing there's no school tomorrow. when i decide on trying to go back to sleep, a notification pops up.

" jungkook sent you a message! "

i furrow my brows. it's been three weeks since we talked, and now he texts at half past 3? i tap the pop-up and find my eyes reading the letters on screen. it's no big deal, just hey. i start tapping on my screen.

me:

hi.

jungkook:

wow, you're still awake?

me:

yeah, woke up, rather.

why are you still up?

jungkook:

can't sleep

me:

i see.

jungkook:

why did you wake up?

me:

nightmare.

jungkook:

are you alright?

me:

yeah, thanks.

jungkook:

okay, glad you are okay.

i find myself unconsciously smile at the words of the younger.

me:

hey, jungkook,

when are you going to tell me

why you were crying on the toilet

a few weeks ago?

jungkook:

my brother passed out.  i overreacted

because it was the third time that week,

i was afraid something bad had happend.

me:

oh really? is he ok now?

jungkook:

yeah.

me:

why didn't you want to tell me?

jungkook:

hyung, you were a complete stranger.

me:

right.

jungkook:

you should sleep.

me:

you too.

jungkook:

let's meet tomorrow?

me:

i'll think about it.

jungkook:

sure, goodnight, hyung.

me:

night.

i see jungkook's status change to "offline" and instead of going offline too, i read over the texts again. he's a nice boy. a really nice one, actually. i feel my cheeks warm up a little and i smile again. if i wasn't sure about my sexuality, i sure as hell am now.

/a|n\

this sucks

please let me know if i should continue.