Puppetry - P.JM. [ON-HOLD]

Twenty-Three

Sitting there, I was still in shock. 

How could something like that happen? How could so much be packed into such little time? With my head spinning, with my mind fogged, I was trapped in my own world, my own confusion. Sitting there and pondering what the Môna just happened, I was only spiraling into a world where my enlightment was so confused, it was starting to hurt against my whole head in an entirety. 

This couldn't be possible.

Taehyung just waltzing into my room, getting mad, then kissing me was something to a whole other level of such confusion. I understood a lot of things after that, but I was also taken back, making me rethink every little part of who I was and where I was going. 

There was two options spinning through my head: Jimin and Taehyung. One part was liking Jimin, but I was trying to force myself not to because he was still a puppet. He was never going to be changed back, at this point. Another part of me was growing a little fuzzy for Taehyung. I wanted to slam my head against a wall at the sound of that. 

Jimin and Taehyung were two completely different people, but they were also the same. The way they always looked at me, such care and beauty in their eyes. The way they handled me was gentle and kind. It was something that I needed in my life, but I couldn't like them for all different reasons.

I wished I had someone to talk to so I could get every thought out of my head. I would usually talk to Taehyung in my times of confusion, but how could I talk to him about this? How could I even spit everything out about my concerns and my fears? I felt like there was no one there to help me.

I horrible idea suddenly struck me upside the head.

I had always known Jungkook since I was in school. I always hated talking to him. As of then, though, I needed to talk to someone. I needed at least some advice, any advice at that point. No one ever talked to me anymore out of Taehyung's house except Jungkook. Yes, he was an ass, but who else could I turn to at this point?

I looked at the window. I could see the sun was starting to set, the stars coming out, all different colors and brightness. I knew the data facilities were still open. They were open twenty four hours a day. Jungkook was notorious for staying up late there, putting things into the system. He worked there, usually taking the night shift. If I left while everyone was asleep and nothing stirred in the house, then I could probably get there, talk about everything, and bolt back to the house.

I got out of bed, moving quickly and quietly to my closet. I was getting out of here. I knew it was dangerous with how much my head was injured, but I was willing to risk anything to get anything out of my thoughts. As long Taehyung never knew, I would be okay.

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"Y/N, you shouldn't be here."

I stared down at Jungkook. He sat at a desk, one of the screens propped up in front of him. His tattoo seemed to consume his skin under the harsh lighting, eating up his arm and neck. He wore a dark green T-shirt, his black hair falling into his dark eyes, seeming to look a bit tired. He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back in his chair to look up at me. The scowl on his face told me that I wasn't truly welcomed.

"I need to talk," I said, giving a scowl back. I wasn't letting down my guard now. I felt my limbs becoming weak under me, so I moved to a chair that was near Jungkook, at the edge of the desk. Jungkook kept his eyes on me the whole time.

"I heard about you taking leave due to a head injury," he said, watching me closely. "I heard you're staying at Taehyung's house. How did he let you out in your shape?"