WRONG NUMBER. | [kth+jjk]

twelve

Later that day when Taehyung woke up again, Jungkook was already gone. It wasn't like he had expected the younger to stay, but now that he was gone, the blonde felt a little lonely.

taehyung:
u gone alreadyy :"((

taehyung:
you fell asleep so fast on my shoulder

kookie:
stop

taehyung:
you came here once

taehyung:
you couldn't have hated it that much

kookie:
i didn't hate it i was just tired and fell asleep

taehyung:
Don't you sleep enough at night?

kookie:
maybe

taehyung:
sleep is important, jungkook

taehyung:
i had these times too

taehyung:
this will break you

kookie:
i can't sleep ok. so i go on my phone and read something or so

taehyung:
one day you won't be able to take it anymore.

kookie:
i'm "taking it" since 8th grade so go away

taehyung:
do you want me to come over to sleep next to you?

kookie:
oh stfu

taehyung:
i'm serious

Jungkook put his phone down. Not knowing what to do anymore, he scratched his fingers and freaked out halfway. Of course he really liked Taehyung, the way he cared for the younger and how he tried to make friends with him. It made Jungkook feel cared about, loved. But he couldn't show it towards Taehyung, he feared that otherwise he might hate him.

taehyung:
let me help you please

taehyung:
jungkook?

taehyung:
answer me

Even after hearing his phone buzz multiple times, Jungkook didn't pick it up to answer. He was too stressed and his mood was already down.
The familiar warm feeling of tears forming in his eyes came up, followed by his nose burning. He switched the lights in his room off and laid down on his bed, pulling his legs up. Tears had formed in his eyes and he started to cry all for himself - pretty standard for him. Another buzz noise came from his phone.

taehyung:
open the door

taehyung:
i'm here

No response from Kook.

taehyung:
open the damn door!!

Finally, Jungkook looked at his phone.

- 6 unread messages from taehyung -

"open the damn door!!" the last one read. Hesitating, Jungkook typed in a message.

kookie:
you annoying brat

Walking into the direction of the door, Jungkook rubbed his eyes, trying to conceal the fact he low-key cried his eyes out a moment ago.
Straight after opening the door, a pair of dark, worried eyes met his and Taehyung hugged him tightly. Jungkook backed off a bit, but let Tae do what he wanted to in the end.

"You cried, didn't you? What's the matter, Kook?" The blonde's voice was serious as he stared at Jungkook, both of his hands on the younger's shoulders, observing his red-ish eyes.

Jungkook tried to turn away, his brown hair falling into his face but the other grabbed him by his wrist, forcing Kook to look him in the eyes. "Tell me, what's going on? I told you you could trust me!"

With a melancholic gaze, Jungkook stared back, unable to answer. He gulped as Taehyung wouldn't let go but instead pull him closer. "I'll listen to you."

"I don't wanna talk."

"Well, I won't force you. But I want to at least try to comfort you."

Freeing his hand harshly from Taehyung's grip, Jungkook walked back into his apartment sloppily, followed by the other.

"I'll stay here over night, tomorrow's Saturday anyways." Jungkook heard him say from behind him, going back into his room. He laid down on his bed slowly, the soft blanket pleasing his skin. After a few long moments, he recognized quiet steps approaching the room, then the door opened.
Two strong arms wrapped around his waist and intertwined on his stomach, holding him close. Jungkook felt the warm breathing of him - the one he liked, his crush, the person he had adored for a long time. However, he wasn't nervous. Something inside him made him feel accepted, wanted. And Kim Taehyung was the cause of it.

Shyly hesitating, Jungkook pulled his legs up again and touched Tae's hands that were placed on his stomach.

That night, Jungkook fell asleep with Taehyung, the older's head laying against the crook of his neck. A feeling he'd never forget.

- a/n -
omg sorry this is so ugh idkk if u like it