Muse 📸 // Reader x Kim Taehyung (EDITING)

28) Running Low

~One Month Later~

You were sitting on Jungkook's bed as he and Hoseok play video games, a habit you developed after Jungkook decided that you spending too much time in your room sulking was not the healthiest of options.  Every day he'd drag you around to where he was going, just so he knew you were getting out of the house and at least attempting to have fun.  

Things were starting to get better.  That was good news considering that everything had been a bit unbearable at first.

You were laying in your bed just as you had been since you returned from the incident with Taehyung.  You couldn't function.  The rest of the weekend you were locked up in your room.  You didn't come down for meals.  You just laid there.  It was truly pathetic. 

But you guessed that was how heartbreak was supposed to be. It wasn't supposed to be easy and it wasn't supposed to be any way you wanted it to be.

Your mother knocked on the door and opened it, peeking in cautiously.  You didn't stir in your bed.  She was carrying a tray that you knew held food that you were supposed to consume.  Chances were that she'd set it on the nightstand and it would remain untouched when she returned to collect your dishes.  At that point, she'd try to force feed you and you'd let her, lacking the energy to fight against her.

But for now, she tiptoed in and set the tray down.  This time though, she took a seat on the edge of the bed and extended a hand toward you to rub your back.

"I know it's hard, honey, but you need to start picking yourself up from this.  You can't continue to go on this way.  I'm not really sure what happened.  I only know what your brothers have told me, and it's okay if you don't want to explain further...  Just know that I'm here for you if you need anything and that this will pass in time.  Just as the heart has its way of breaking, it also has the mechanisms to heal.  And you'll be stronger for it after," she assured you, giving you a comforting pat on your shoulder.  You simply nodded your head, unable to think of words to create a proper response.  

You had hoped that she was right, that in time it would stop hurting so bad.  Because at that moment, it was practically unbearable.

She stood from the bed and leaned down, giving you a kiss on the forehead.  You remembered how she used to do that every night when she tucked you into bed.  You wondered when and why that stopped, probably because you thought you were too old for goodnight kisses.  You regretted ever thinking that. Because with just that simple action, you felt a bit of relief.  

You still had people that cared about you, even if it was just your parents.  They were always there. 

She muttered a quiet "I love you" before walking back to the door.  She added a "Please eat" for good measure and then walked through the door, closing it gently behind her.

You weren't sure if it was the ever-growing pit in your stomach or if it was because you felt you shouldn't let your mother down further, but you attempted to eat some of the food she brought you.  You ate about a quarter of the plate and drank about half of the drink before you felt your stomach turning again, unable to handle the fact that you were actually taking care of yourself.  It was as if your body was trying to fight you; your mind felt that you didn't deserve to feel well.  If your mind was in ruins, your body should be too.  

You laid back in your bed, the events of the breakup still running through your mind over and over.  You began to let out a few stale tears as you stared off into the poorly lit corners of your room.  You barely even noticed as the door opened again and a familiar figure made his way in.