WHAT HE WANTS | TAEKOOK ✓

eighteen.

taehyung's pov

the drive to jungkook's house was silent. one of his large hands rested on my thigh as he focused on the road.

i chewed on the inside of my cheek as my brain processed all the information i had learned in the past 2 hours.

jungkook's mother was sick. she had cancer and jungkook couldn't do a single thing about it. i couldn't bring myself to ask questions, fearing another breakdown.

i felt guilty in a way. jungkook had been struggling with this situation for a while and i had absolutely no idea. i wanted to slap myself.

when we finally arrived at his house, he ran around to open the car door for me. my heart fluttered momentarily before i remembered the circumstances.

once he unlocked the front door, he guided me up the stairs to his room. i stood awkwardly in the center of the room before he spoke.

"you can sit on the bed while i shower. i won't be long."

so i sat my bottom down on the bed.