Coffee Boy

-Fourteen-

Y'all gonna hate me for some of this.

"You are my blue mold, saving me
My angel, my world
I'm your calico cat, here to see you
Love me now
Touch me now

Just let me love you
Just let me love you
Since the creation of the universe
Everything was destined
Just let me love you"

The first thing Taehyung did after watching Jungkook leave was cry. He had hurt the boy, yet again. After he had told himself not to. He was tired of causing him such pain. Pain he didn't need.

Taehyung, filled with a guilty concience, faced Hoseok, tears in his eyes. Hoseok must've seen the look because he nodded. "It's okay, Tae. I can see the way that you look at him."

Taehyung nodded in appreciation, collecting himself so he could speak. "I'm so tired of hurting him, Hobi. He's already in so much pain."

"Maybe try giving him some space?"

Taehyung frowned. "I live with him though."

Hoseok flashed Taehyung a look, showing that the younger already knew what had to be done. With a broken heart, Taehyung got off the ground and walked into his bedroom.

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***Jungkook POV***

I shuffled my feet on the pavement as I took out the keys to my apartment. I was only running on a few rough hours of sleep. My chest hurt. My body was sore. My eyes were puffy.

I unlocked the door, stepping into my quiet apartment. I raised an eyebrow at just how quiet it was, but shrugged it off. He is probably at work.

I went into my room, took a shower and changed my clothes. I instantly felt better after that, so I decided to cook some food for myself. It had been a while since I cooked actual food for myself.

I entered my kitchen, taking out the ingredients and started cooking. As I reached for the fridge, I noticed a piece of paper taped to the door. My face scrunched up in confusion as I took it off, reading it.

Kookie,

       You wanted me gone, so I'm gone. I will have someone come get my stuff once I find a new place. For the time being, I'll sleep in a cheap hotel. It's all I can afford. I'm sorry for hurting you.

                                 Taehyung.

My heart shattered as my tears smeared the still fresh ink. I shook my head, grabbing my keys, phone, and the note and leaving my apartment. I went to the closest hotel to my apartment, asking the lady behind the desk if she had seen him, after showing a picture. After shaking her head no, I groaned, moving on to the next hotel.

I ran from hotel to hotel, looking for Taehyung. My chest was hurting and my coughs brought up fresh blood, but I couldn't let that stop me.

By the fourth hotel, I was seeing black on the edges of my vision. I stopped, hunching over with my hands on my knees. I was panting, hard. Tears were staining my cheeks. I looked up, spotting a familiar head of hair walking out of the lobby of the hotel.

"Taehyung!" My voice was barely audible at this point, but I didn't care. I sprinted to him, wanting to catch him and tell him the thing I have wanted to tell him, but have been afraid of. I called his name again.

He obviously heard it as he turned his head slightly in my direction before he faced forward again, continuing the trip to his hotel room.

I caught up to him, running in front of him, cutting him off. "Tae-" pant "hyung."