Our Lost Minds [Taekook] ✓

[Part 11.2]

I finished bathing, dressed myself up into the white striped long pyjama pants and same kind of an oversized shirt.

But I didn't really want to go out, as I already had my feelings in place. It was not that hard to add up my strange dreams, weird longing to cuddle and inability to leave my life as a captive. However, the conclusion that I came to was even harder to accept. I knew it was true, yet I didn't want to believe it.

Anyway, I couldn't hole up in the bath for the rest of my life, so I opened the door and looked around. Jungkook was laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, his fingers intertwined and placed on his stomach. As he heard me coming closer, he sat down cross legged and patted on the space besides him, but I kneeled on the matress in front of him instead.

"So? Do you have anything to say?" He asked warily.

I nodded.

"Yeah, I think I know now," I replied quietly, as I wasn't going to tell him the truth. Well, that was the truth, kind of, but wrapped in paper, so that it wouldn't hurt neither mine, nor his feelings. "I think I have a massive Stockholm Syndrome."

"You do realize, that we knew each other and had a bond even before I locked you up, right?" Jungkook asked, barely holding up a laughter coming up his throat.

"Yeah, so?"

"So it can't be it. I'll lend you a book on psychology, maybe then you'll know your diagnosis, doctor," Jungkook laughed at me, which only made me pout. I knew it wasn't it, but I didn't really like the idea of telling, like, the true truth.

"What do you want to hear then!? I can't possibly say that and it's as good as having a Stockholm Syndrome anyway!" I shouted at him, my fists clenched tightly. I was ready to throw them at him.

"You see? You can't tell me too, so I guess we're equal," Jungkook chuckled lightly, throwing his arms behind him and leaning on them.

"Still, it's not fair," I whined. "My secret is way, way bigger than yours."

"Oh really? Do you want to say it together then?" Jungkook cheekily proposed.

"What?"

"Well, is your secret long?"

"No, just a couple of words."

"See? So we'll count to three together and say our secrets at once," Jungkook explained. Still, I had my doubts. Was it worth it? Did I really want to know whatever secret he had?

Turns out I did.

"Okay," I said, lightly biting on my lower lip to cope with the nervousness.

He nodded, squirmed in his place and breathed out audibly.

"So, to three, and then we're telling each other. You ready?"

"No, of course not," I answered as I shut my eyes tightly.

"Okay then, one..."

"...two..."

"...three!"

"I'm sorry Jungkook, I think I love you!" My voice echoed through the room.

Only mine.

I opened my eyes to see lost Jungkook, who didn't keep his part on this deal.

"You little piece of..!" I screamed and throwed my fists at him.

Except that he caught me in a hug before that, immobilizing my arms completely.

"Let me go, you cheater!" I shouted, feeling the warm salty liquid leave my eyes. "I knew it's wrong to trust you, why did I even!.."