ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ

fifteen

His back hurt.

But Taehyung had decided not to let it barricade his day from enjoyment.

He should've slept somewhere proper last night, and not on a kitchen counter. His sore and improper posture obviously the consequence.

However much he wanted to grief on his aching back, he knew there was something he was looking forward to that held him back.

Determined, Taehyung sipped the last drop of his coffee and stared inside the mug.

Crud, he thought.

He ran out of coffee packets.

Nobody asked him to resort to caffeine whenever he's stressed out. God knows how many times he has.

Sighing, he placed his now empty mug in the basin and proceeded to sit down on his couch.

But as soon as he sat down, he felt a throbbing pain in his spine.

"Fuck," muttered he, slowly laying down on his back on his small couch, sighing with relief as soon as the pain gradually went away.

Guess that position had to do for now.

His aching back restricted him from doing productive things, so he decided to just lay down and use his phone for the rest of the day.

He grabbed his mobile phone from the end table where it sat, and went through his notifications, wanting to have something to do while he waited the remaining couple of hours.

But nothing interested him that much to check on, just a bunch of texts from Seokjin telling him how he left Namjoon alone for a while and came home to a spilt pot of water on the kitchen floor.

Taehyung snickered momentarily at his friend's rants before slipping his phone in his front pocket and just staring up the ceiling.

The ceiling didn't interest him that much, his eyes slowly following the cracks in between leading to a certain room.

That room, the one left with an ajar door.

Taehyung blinked countlessly at nothing in particular, then proceeded to sit up straight, trying his ultimate best to ignore the throbbing pain in his back as he did so, obviously failing as he let out a loud grunt.

That didn't concern him that much not to take a peek inside that room.

That darned room.

He was walking towards it, his feet now in charge of his mind, it seemed.

The slightly ajar door had been opened further with a small creaking sound accompanying it.

Once again, there Taehyung stood completely overwhelmed with whatever the fuck he was supposed to be feeling.

From where he was standing, Mr Sprinkles laid on the ground, a temptation for Taehyung to consider.

He eventually picked the stuffed animal up and brought it up to his chest, the way Jay used to.

He didn't know the number of mental breakdowns he had to face before he was perfectly sane again.