SLEEPING HABITS ✔

7 : Enough. He's Tired || OT7

I didnt have much time to proof read this...so embrace urself for some angsty fluff shit with some grammatical errors... ^^
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Did you ever just wake up and feel like breaking down, like you just tired of everything that happen?

Did you ever feel disappointed when you found that you still alive in the next morning?

Did you ever feel like going back to sleep and doing nothing after you wake up, but at the same time, you want to scream and shout and run for a hundred miles until you can't catch your breath, and can't feel your limbs?

Jungkook didn't know how long he had been running. His socks were covered in mud from the puddles that he stepped on, his white shoes were no longer white, his hair was wet and fell on his forehead, almost touching is eyes, his lungs ache as he couldn't breathe properly. He went inside one of the dark alley, and sat there, leaning on the wall behind him, trying to catch his breath and wiped the sweats and tears from his face.

He woke up this morning with an empty feeling, and he didn't know why everything went wrong since then. The hotel's breakfast tasted weird. His earphones broke. The trip to the venue where they held their concert took forever because of the traffic from an accident. He accidentally tore one of his stage outfit when they're doing a soundcheck on stage. His voice cracked multiple times. He fell a couple times on the stage, earning some scolds from the stage director and some staff. He bumped into Hoseok and Yoongi when they're dancing. He accidentally threw his microphone to the audience section, breaking it. And to top all of that, he accidentally bumped into Jimin, sent the man to make a contact with the hard floor and sprained his ankle.

It was all too much for him. He cursed himself for being so clumsy and pathetic, but he couldn't help it, he couldn't control it. Everything felt wrong, even he himself felt wrong. He felt stressed, sad, miserable, empty, but he didn't know why. A hole inside his heart grew bigger and deeper every second, and he couldn't stop it. It was like he lost control over his own body.

He ran off as soon as the soundcheck ended, ignoring the angry call from the staff. He could hear his hyungs called him too, but he didn't care. He really wanted to go, to runaway, to let out all the feelings that had been bottled up inside him. He was tired, he was exhausted, he just wanted to rest.

He let himself cry, knowing that no one will be stupid to check inside the dark alley. The sun was already set an hour ago, and he still sat there, tears running down his cheeks like a waterfall as he hug his knees tightly on his chest.

He just wanted to go home. He wanted to go back to Korea, to their home, or even to Busan and meet his parents. It wasn't his first time in Japan, but that time, everything felt wrong for him.

His phone buzzed, and he took them out taking a deep breath to prepare himself for the scolding or lecturing from whoever was calling him.

"Jungkook-ah! Thanks God! Finally! Where are you?!"

It was Seokjin. The oldest felt relief as ever when Jungkook finally answered one of their calls. He quickly shushed his group members and the staff that were with him, telling them to be quite so Jungkook wouldn't get surprised or scared.

Jungkook choked on his tears as his hyung's voice went inside his head, hit him with realisation that he missed his hyungs, he wanted to be with his hyungs, but he wanted to be alone too. It was confusing him, and he hated it. He hated that he couldn't understand his own feelings, and it made his cry got louder.

"Jungkook-ah, are you okay?" Seokjin's voice made him feel guilty for worrying his hyungs.

He clenched his hands, trying so hard to answer, only to choked on his own tears.