My Delinquent|tk

17| you must be so traumatized

Taehyung—

I woke up in my bed, feeling exceptionally comfy, in that moment. Sighing, in content, I snuggled my head into the hard pillow, that I was squeezing. After a moment, I realized that pillows weren't supposed to be hard, and shot up into a sitting position. My eyes widened at the sight of Jungkook lying beside me, one hand underneath his head. His eyes followed my every move, as I squirmed uncomfortably.

"So...uh...how did we end up like this?" I asked, in a timid voice. The younger's lips lifted slightly, in a small smirk, before he answered. "Do you remember what happened last night?" Anxiety shot through my veins, as I shook my head no. "All I remember is drinking wine with you. Then everything gets blurry from there." Jungkook snorted, and sat up, leaning back on the palms of his hands. "You don't have to worry about it. You didn't really do anything." The younger looked up at me, something shining in his eyes, as he stated, "unsurprisingly, you're a lightweight, Kim Taehyung."

Pouting, I grabbed the nearest thing to me, which was a teddy bear, and chucked it at the latter's head. "How dare you!" I cried, indignantly. "Don't disrespect your hyung like that!" Jungkook chuckled, plucking the teddy bear off of his face. "Why not? I thought it was cute how you couldn't handle a little bit of wine." I sent the latter a glare, trying to suppress the rising heat from reaching my face, before flopping back down on the bed, and flinging the duvet over my head. "Whatever, let me sleep in for a little longer, before we have to go back to school."

I felt the mattress dip, as the younger laid back down. "Do what you want. I wasn't planning on getting out either." A smile curved on my lips, as I flipped on my side, and went to wrap my arms around Jungkook's chest. "Clingy aren't you?" The other male remarked. "Shut up," I retorted. "I just have a habit of hugging something while I sleep, and you're the closest thing to me." I grinned when I received a light laugh from Jungkook, and leaned my head against the younger.

Who knew I would be this close to the Jeon Jungkook? I was ecstatic was to say the least. I was finally receiving the positive results I was vying for after being pushed away on countless occasions. It made me giddy to actually see improvement on what I was working on so hard for. It was a great feeling.

I let the heaviness settle on my eyelids, falling back to sleep with a soft smile on my face.

I finally got through to you Jeon Jungkook.

—

I frowned, dropping my bags on the floor of my dorm. I noticed that Jimin's posters were taken down from the walls, and that his bed was stripped with only the mattress remaining. Furrowing my eyebrows, my gaze wandered to his vacant desk. He usually had his stacks of books lying flat open, with his MacBook flashing his latest assignment, that he would usually grumble at, as he gorged on convenience store snacks.

"Where did he go?" I mumbled to myself, as I shed my thick coat, and went to go hang it in the shared closet, which I also noticed, no longer contained any of the elder's clothes. Did he perhaps leave school? Did something happen at home, where he couldn't come back here? Did he transfer without telling me? A pout formed on my lips, as I wandered back to my backpack, to fetch my phone, from inside one of the pockets.

I made an aggravated noise, when I discovered that the device had died on the way back, and went to search for a charger. Just my luck.

As I was digging through the recesses of the dark pit, that is my backpack, I heard the click of the lock on my door. My eyebrows rose, as I lifted my head, not sure who to expect. I frowned, when I heard the sound of heavy boots, thumping the tiles, from inside the hallway. Instead of finding out who it was, I remained rooted to my spot, confusion causing my mind to run through different scenarios.