Puppetry - P.JM. [ON-HOLD]

Twenty-Six

"Y/N, uh, I think you should come here!"

I pursed my lips into a tight, thin line, hugging a blanket around my cold shoulders. My feet walked mindlessly to the foyer where I had heard Taehyung call out for me. After Jimin had told me I needed to turn him human again, my head had started to pound. I tried to keep the pain away, but Taehyung could see the struggle in me keeping up a light attitude. He didn't bother much with it.

I slightly stumbled into the foyer, my brain messing with my coordination a bit. I was a bit tired, my eyes wandering to find Taehyung's bright red hair. I wasn't expecting anyone to come over, nevermind Taehyung calling for me to come greet someone. When my eyes had set themselves on the scene, though, I knew what was up.

Next to Taehyung was Jungkook. They looked completely polar opposites.

Taehyung was dressed up as always, him being out with some emergency clients during the day. He had on his normal formal pants and shoes, but his shirt today was different. It was a bright red like his hair, the collar and a bit of under it a patch of lace, flowers depicted on it. At his elbows, the sleeves were cut down the middle, going to the wrists. The gaps was filled with the same red lace as his collar. His hair was neat as always but his brown eyes looked a bit confused.

Jungkook was, well, Jungkook. He had the large tattoo snaking across his upper body. He wore a black shirt for the company the both of us worked at, the sleeves going to the middle of his biceps. He wore work pants with stains all over them from puppet fix-ups. His dark eyes had bags sagging under them, obviously no sleep hanging behind his wall. His black hair was disheveled, his lips pursed into a tight line like my own.

Seeing the two opposites together in the foyer had me a bit scared.

"You have a visitor," Taehyung said, breaking our silence. He reached up to the back of his neck, rubbing it to relieve some tension. The way he looked at Jungkook said that the guy shouldn't be there. I didn't know if it was because of my condition or if Taehyung didn't want me seeing anyone at the moment, but Jungkook obviously wasn't welcome in Taehyung's eyes.

I gave a nod, making myself wake up a bit. I shook myself out of my pained daze, unwrapping the blanket from around my shoulders. I felt the heat disappear as I placed it on my arm, letting my hair fall around my shoulders. It felt unnatural. "Jungkook."

"I heard about your condition," he said, raising his eyebrows at me. His eyes flashed to my hair, to the blanket, and back to my face in a matter of a second. I caught every movement. "I wanted to see if you were okay."

I was a bit taken back. He obviously saw me storm into his office the night before. What could he possibly be checking on? I tried not to show confusion. "I'm . . . alright."

"I should've been looking out for you the night that the party was on," he continued. I was becoming suspicious now, but I saw sympathy flow into Jungkook's tired eyes. "I didn't think that would happen. I'm really sorry I wasn't there to help. I really, truly am."

Okay, now I was starting to get a bit freaked out. I opened my mouth to say something, nothing coming out for a few moments. I turned to Taehyung, him obviously seeming a tad confused, too. This wasn't Jungkook material at all. "Tae, can you give us a few minutes please?"

Taehyung stood there for a second, seeming to hesitate on the thought. He finally gave a nod, walking over to me. I saw Jungkook's eyes follow him as he stopped beside me, his lips falling onto my forehead for a moment. I felt my cheeks light up a bit, his hand grabbing onto the blanket in my arms.

After he pulled away, I looked up at find his face only seams away, our eyes locking. I felt like I was frozen in time. "I'll be in the other room if you need me," he said quietly, his hand pulling the blanket away from me. Just like that, he was out of vision, his heels clacking away to the distance.