Jeongguk was sitting in the floor of the living room, moping as the ridiculous excuse of a human being he is. He had his back against the couch's seat and a fluffy cover he dragged from his bed embracing him and warming him up.
The rain was insistently falling outside, but thankfully there were neither thunder nor heavy wind to go with it. The whole thing was just setting his awful mood so he was rather glad for it that day.
Still everything felt cold and sad and the boy was this close to losing his sanity.
His mother was away with his sister, something about the girl wanting a new game for her PlayStation and their mom needing to get some present for someone Jeongguk doesn't know.
They were gone all day, leaving Jeongguk to sulk at the floor, what was making his butt hurt now but he refused to move.
His dad was still in the house, he had apparently been struck by some odd urge to clean up some wardrobes and get rid of old useless stuff and every now and then he would pass by to leave stuff on the kitchen table.
The old man would keep telling his son to check the useless shit out and gather what he still wanted otherwise it would all be given away or going to the trash, but Jeongguk wasn't in the mood for it.
Now that he thinks better about it, maybe his mom and sister left the house to avoid this cleaning spree happening around. Every time his dad gets into it everyone ends up being dragged into it as well and it is so fucking annoying.
Perhaps he should have accepted his mother's offer to join her and his sister, but going shopping didn't feel like a better option, after all how does one properly sulk in a mall, so he had stayed home.
His father appeared again, carrying two white boxes. He left the empty boxes in front of Jeongguk and the boy saw how it was from the Wii and WiiU his sister has.
"Once your sister comes back, tell her to check if she still needs this." The older man told him before vanishing again.
Jeongguk sighed deeply, again, this was basically what he had been doing all day long. It was ridiculous, he knew it but he couldn't make himself stop.
Ever since he managed to drag himself back from Taehyung's loft the night before, he had been feeling off.
It took him a lot of hours to slightly figure out what he was feeling and even so he still wasn't sure of it.
He was down that was obvious but he couldn't discern what else he was feeling.
Jeongguk wasn't mad, he thought he could be mad, maybe because Taehyung told him to not stay over, but he really wasn't mad. There was no reason for him to be mad over that, he was well aware that his boyfriend did that only to deal with what happened, so he wasn't mad.
He wasn't exactly hurt either, because the older hadn't hurt him, even if he felt a little hurt over having to come back home and not staying over at Taehyung's loft, hurt just wasn't the word he would use to describe what he was feeling.
He couldn't say he was disappointed either because he has been expecting such a thing to happen even before their relationship started. He just knew something like this would happen sooner or later.
Was he just sad to have realized that this type of thing was impossible to avoid? That even if he wanted to believe everything would work out perfectly he just knew things would get in the way for the solid reason he is asexual?
Was he just sad that he knew being asexual would lead his relationship to face some problems because of it?
Was he just sad that he couldn't be like his boyfriend and simply feel the way Taehyung and most people do?
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FanfictionLooking back at time Jeongguk should've known. All the signs were there, all the feelings, or in this case lack of, were also there. It was all out there clear as clean water, and yet he missed it. Jeongguk really should've known he was asexual, and...
