sad. the sequel. || taekook.

okay.

Kim Taehyung.

My eyes fluttered open.

Sunlight was pouring through the window, 

and I felt Jungkook's hair against my neck.

He shifted, 

and pressed our bodies unbelievably close. 

I played with his hair as his arms snaked around me.

But then,

I felt something wet on my shoulder.

I looked over,

and I panicked.

"Jungkook, why are you crying?"

"W-Why d-did you sa-ve m-me? N-No o-one wants m-me to l-live. I-Includ-ding you."

"No, I love you with all my heart, and no one wants you to die."

His fists bunched up my shirt, and his sobbing was audible, however he was trying to contain the sounds by biting his lip.

"Let it all out Jungkook, no one can hear you. I'm always going to be here for you to cry on."

"C-Crying d-doesn't h-help. I-I'm b-burdening y-you. I-It's n-not okay. O-Or g-going to b-be o-okay."

"Wrong.

You're going to be okay,

I'm going to be okay,

We're going to be okay."