WHAT HE WANTS | TAEKOOK ✓

fifty four.

taehyung's pov

after the service for jungkook's mother, i went home with him to collect his stuff. he was to be out of his house by the end of the week.

social services were forcing him to move in with his aunt, seeing as he was still a minor and had no other relatives.

i was grateful she only lived about 15 minutes away in the town over. i wouldn't be able to stand being so far away from jungkook.

he hadn't said much when i arrived at the hospital that day. only cried for hours upon hours, letting his walls down completely.

"do you want me to help you pack?" i asked softly as we entered his dark room. his clothes were scattered all over the place, his desk lamp looked broken as if he had smashed it against the wall.

he didn't reply, only shook his head and sat on his bed. he covered his face with his hands and that's how i knew he was crying.

i was quick to sit beside him, pulling him to me as i cradled his head against my chest.

we sat there in silence as we cried together. finding comfort in each other's presence. too tired to whisper anything other than 'i love yous'.

and that was enough,

for a little while.