Our Lost Minds [Taekook] ✓

[Part 7]

University was hell to me.

Every minute I stayed there, I knew how right was Jungkook. I couldn't choose by myself to save my life. Every decision to trust someone was wrong.

At first there were small things. Like broken phones and stolen clothes. But slowly... it became broken hearts and stolen works. Every girl I dated seemed to purposely hook up with one of my friends, my professor tricked me into writing a piece for his doctor's degree and failed me in the end. The cherry on the top was when I came back to my dorm room and walked onto my roommate literally fucking some other guy. The problem wasn't within me - normally, I would have brushed it off and lived my life further. What made me snap was that my roommate constantly ranted about how he finds gay people gross, that they shouldn't be alive and similar homophobic shit. I never answered him towards that, because my own opinion strongly differed from his.

Anyway, the amount of hypocrisy thrown into my face made me pack my stuff and take some holidays from university. It was my final fourth year, so I really shouldn't have done that, but I felt like if I won't run away from that place, I might end myself.

That, and also I really felt the need to apologize to Jungkook. He was right all along, he always tried to manage who I was friend with so I don't get hurt. How I repaid him? Yelled at him that I didn't want to see him ever again.

So I flied over the country back to my home, nervously knocked on the door and waited for someone to open it.

"Taehyung!" Jungsuk excitedly said and hugged me tightly. "Why are you here? Is it holidays at your university?"

I shaked my head, remembering how much I actually lost because of that hell hole. I sacrificed all holidays just to write articles for someone else's doctor's degree, meanwhile everyone tried to play me however they could.

"It's really nice to see you again. By the way, is Jungkook home?"

Jungsuk made an 'o' with her mouth and intertwined her fingers.

"You guys haven't been in touch with each other?" She asked.

"No, not really."

Jungsuk sadly nodded and looked back at me.

"He moved out just a little while ago, he is living alone right now. It's a little bit sad without you guys in the house," she sadly smiled.

Jungsuk invited me inside. We chated for a bit, but she could see that I was restless, so she didn't drag that out too long, gave me Jungkook's home address and sent me off.

Apparently, he wasn't living too far. It only took half an hour trip with a bus to reach him.

But it was weird. The building I was standing in front of was almost as big in size as our previous home, facade completely white, a garden of flowers neatly taken care of. I wasn't an expert, but I was pretty sure that any regular 20 year old normally wouldn't have enough income to cover the living expenses of a house like this, nevermind about buying or renting the house itself.

Anyway, I moved the fence from my way and went to the door. I stood there for another minute until I dared to press the doorbell, but when I did, it opened almost instantly and widely.

"Hyung," my precious little brother smiled with his ethereal bunny smile, his eyes turning into two crescent moons.

"Kook," I called him back, slightly hoping he will yell at me for calling him that way. Like he used to do everytime I called him 'Kook'. If he did, I wouldn't have felt so guilty in that moment.

However, he didn't. He wrapped his hands around my waist instead and pulled me into a hug so tight, that it seemed to squish the last air bubble in me.

"I know I was an asshole to you and I am sorry, but I really, really missed you," he said in my ear, leaving a hot breath on it.

"Don't be sorry," I answered, some sort of ball forming in my throat to hold back my tears. "You were right all along. I should have listened to you. I am the one who has to apologize to you."

"What's important now is that you came back to me," he told me with darker undertones than usual, but I didn't read too much into it, I was just happy he didn't hate me, he even missed me.

And it meant a lot. It was nice to know that there was at least someone in the world who wouldn't try to deceive me every step I take.

Or so I thought.

So I came inside. Jungkook leaded me where the kitchen was. I couldn't keep my eyes off the interior that fitted there really nicely. The only thing was just that it looked like no one actually lived there.

"Do you want tea or coffee?" He asked and pressed the button on something that looked like a coffee machine. "You don't like the taste of coffee, so I'm guessing tea."

I smiled at him, because of little things he still remembered about me.

"Yeah, tea."

"Green?"

"Mhm," I hummed, sat down at the table, placed my hands on it and leaned my head on them. I watched Jungkook go around the kitchen, placing sweets on the table.

"So... why did you come back?" He asked as he leaned on a kitchen counter and crossed his arms on the chest.

I probably missed a lot since I was out, because honestly, his muscular figure was way more toned, veins popping out of his arms, jeans at the verge of ripping from the way his tighs pressed into them.

One thing about him that didn't change was a plain white tshirt and blue skinny jeans.

I sighed and looked him in the eyes.

"Do you have time?"

He nodded.

"Then, are you willing to listen to listen the whole story?"

He nodded again.

"That's why I am here."

So I didn't hold myself back. I started at the very beginning, where some girl smashed my phone, because, apparently, she hated me, even though all the time she acted like I am her favorite person in the world. Jungkook served me tea and I went on with my story, but I really couldn't finish, because midway I got so sleepy, I was barely keeping my eyes open.

Jungkook seemed to notice it, so he offered me to stay the night and as I didn't really have any reason to refuse it, I agreed.

He showed me to the bedroom with a huge bed that could probably fit 5 people in and I just flopped in it like dead.

"Do you want to change into something more comfortable?" He asked caringly.

I was too lazy to answer, barely managed to nod.

He took out tshirt from his closet and shorts and threw them my way.

"Will you go to the bathroom?"

"No, I am too sleepy, I don't even want to speak anymore," I mumbled under my nose with my eyes completely shut.

"Okay. I will, though. Change into these clothes and get into the bed, you don't have to wait for me."

I nodded again, barely opened my eyes and saw Jungkook go through some door, probably to the bathroom. Without dragging it on, I took off my blazer, floral shirt and checkered pants, changed them into a tshirt that was quite a few sizes too big for me and shorts that I needed to pull by its strings so that it wouldn't fall off my hips.

Once I did that, I crawled under the soft white blanket and instantly fell asleep.

Yet I still could feel Jungkook getting in next to me, snaking his arm around my waist, putting one of his legs onto mine and placing his head under my chin. Just like when he was a child. Just like the night that I left for the university.

It was so comforting and felt so good, that I drifted into the deepest slumber I could. A slumber so deep, I didn't even notice, when he did something that would change our lives until the end it.