days awake

One

His bunny smile and fluffy brown hair. His cold hands pressed against my waist as he pulled me in closer. Today was the day he would leave again. But neither of us moved. We laid together as time flew by.

The alarm rung, letting us know it was now half til 4 am, and Jungkook has to go. We stayed up all night talking, kissing, cuddling. Being as close as we could.

"Do you want me to come with you today?"

"Taehyung, if you come with me, I won't leave." He jokes but I know he's serious.

"Promise me you'll be safe." I whisper as he throws the comforter off of him in a dramatic manner and lets his body go limp as soon as he stands up, hitting the floor with a thud.

I giggle as his silliness and roll over so I can look down at him. He's staring up at me, gazing into my eyes, "I promise I'll be safe."

"Promise you'll come home?"

"Don't I always. No one can kill Jungkookie!" He laughs in a villain voice and hunches over, holding his stomach. I never know how long he will be gone til he's at the door, he always say, "if I tell you how long I'll be gone you'll act different, try not to argue, and be on my good side so you can cherish these days. But I want to argue, and get you on my bad side, because that's the Taehyung I fell I love with."

"Jungkook." I whine, "promise." I feel tears build up in my eyes.

"I promise I'll come home." He says looking me dead in the eye before walking to the closet and grabbed the camouflage green suit. He slips on his pants, and tucks them into his green boots, lacing the strings around the back twice so they don't dangle, and zipped up his thick wind breaker, over the greenish tan shirt. Sargent Jeon printed on the pocket, with a few metals below it.

Some others are scattered around, and the important ones are in the dresser beside the head board.

"62 days Taehyung. Promise you'll Wait for me."

62 days. That's one of the shorter trips. I can do this one. "I promise I'll wait."

"See ya Taehyung."

"See ya Jungkook."

I listened as the door closed behind him, and the front door, and the locks being locked from the outside with his key. I sat in the bed, nearly holding my breath as the car started in my driveway and he drove off.

I laid there. The reality not hitting me yet. 62 days.