Unedited (Because I'm lazy *poses*)
Taehyung's POV:
His eyes fluttered open to find light streaming on his face. He groaned, shutting his eyes again as he tried to go back to sleep.
But instead of earning the sleep the grouchy Taehyung wanted, he heard the faint sound of music and a voice.
He ignored it for another minute, still trying to sleep.
Finally, the silver haired sat up and almost fell back into the bed.
The air mattress he had been sleeping on was half deflated, catching him off guard as he had to fight so he couldn't fall onto the hardwood floor below.
Taehyung remembered the night before. He was at Jungkook's. Jungkook had seen his father. Oh shit. Jungkook had seen his father. Tae rubbed his eyes, finally falling off the air mattress and onto the floor with a thump.
And Jungkook had also asked Taehyung if he wanted to live with him. The latter gulped, remembering the short conversation they had had the night before.
And Taehyung had said no.
He had thrown away a chance of freedom.
Because he knew he should be punished. He deserved the pain. Everything was his fault, so he should be hurt.
Standing up, Taehyung saw Jungkook's empty bed a few feet away. The blankets strewn and the pillows had large creases. The large window beside his bed let the morning sunlight filter into the room.
The silver haired scratched his stomach, the sleeves of the sweater rolled up and wrinkled, the right pant leg of the sweatpants Jungkook had lent him was also wrinkled and curled up to his knee.
He didn't get a look in the mirror, but Tae could feel the residue of dried saliva on the corners of his mouth, as well as the possible cowlick on the left side of his head. And Taehyung didn't need a mirror to know that he probably looked like garbage at that moment.
Lifting a hand to scratch the spot just above his eyebrow, Taehyung saw a little sliver of red on his arm and stopped his motion.
More memories of the night before came to mind. The sadness. The lack of tears (as usual). The blood. The razor. And the cuts.
Taehyung walked over to the bedroom door, which was closed, he stopped and examined his arms even more. Red scratches and slices decorated the inside of his forearms and Tae gulped, rolling his sleeves down and reaching to open bedroom door.
As soon as he stepped outside of the Jungkook's room, the sound of music filled his ears. He giggled as he realized what song it was.
"And now I'm all upon ya~
Which you expect,"
Taehyung's cold, bare feet padded down the hallway, slowly approaching the entrance to the living room and kitchen.
"But you're not coming home with me tonight."
He stepped out of the doorway to see a figure dancing in front of the kitchen, their back turned to Taehyung.
The bass dropped and the figure's dance moves seemed hypnotizing.
"You just want attention,
You don't want my heart~"
Taehyung stood in the doorway, not wanting to move or catch the figure's attention.
"You just hate the thought of me with someone new."
