Open Up | Taekook

Chapter 9

Jungkook POV

Turning down our street as I walk home from school, I've got my hands in my pockets with my gaze cast to the concrete sidewalk beneath my feet. I'm beyond exhausted and have been looking forward to nothing more than finally getting to come home and just cuddle with Tae.

I'll be honest, I'm a little surprised by myself with how quickly I've become attached to Taehyung. I never would've thought I'd like having a roommate, let alone someone as vocal as Tae was yesterday. Questioning me about my bruises and offering to help. It was amusing to have him requesting to cuddle last night too, though I was surprised by how much I enjoyed it. It was super comfortable just laying in my bed and cuddling with him all night long, it was probably the best nights sleep I've had since high school. The last thing I would've expected was to actually enjoy having a roommate, having another person living with us and trying to get into our group of friends - Jin hyung and Namjoon hyung's brother or not.

I just shrug the thought and feelings off though, excited to finally be able to have something in this day go right and get to cuddle who I've come to terms with is my friend.

Finally reaching the house, I push the door open and head inside, pausing once the door is shut behind me to slip my shoes off. Walking over towards the living room to head for the stairs, all of the excitement that I'd had built up over the day to cuddle with Tae quickly diminishing and deflating in one full swoop.

Averting my gaze from the couch where he's curled up with Yoongi happily, I decide instead to head to the kitchen first to grab a bottle of water. I've still not eaten all day, but I've no longer got an appetite after having seen them together like that. It doesn't really make much sense to me why I'm feeling this way, knowing that there's no possible way of them being together. I know Yoongi is dating Jimin, who hopefully doesn't walk in to see the two of them together. I've seen the kind of riffs that it can cause with Jimin, knowing he gets super jealous really easily.

Shaking my head to myself, I grab a bottle of water from the fridge before turning to head out of the kitchen. I don't bother to spare a glance towards anyone in the living room this time though, not needing to see any of it as I make my way towards the stairs and heading up them. I keep my gaze on the carpeted flooring as I go along, wishing I hadn't been so dumb to think that Tae would want to cuddle with me when I got back. To think that he wanted to actually cuddle with me last night when in reality, he would've taken anyone to cuddle with.

When I finally reach my room, I push the wooden door open before shutting it right behind me. Groaning quietly to myself, I bite my bottom lip sadly as tears finally begin to form. Swallowing hard, I toss my bag to the floor against the wall next to my bed, tiredly climbing into my bed. I whimper softly as some of the old feeling I'd developed after my last breakup begin to return, something that I never thought would happen again. It's not necessarily centered around a person but just around my disappointments in general.

I whine loudly at the feeling, the aching in my chest growing as I grab one of my pillows and hold it to my chest tightly as I choose to cuddle that instead. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, nuzzling my head into the pillow that's beneath it, curling my body up a bit into a makeshift ball.

I hate this feeling. I hate it more than anything in the world. It makes me want to go get Jimin, to curl up and cuddle with him. He knows the hell I went through in high school, even if he tries to push me a little bit every now and then to actually give that shit a try again. I know it's always just out of my best interest, knowing he wants nothing more than to help me.

I huff quietly in frustration with myself, feeling tears begin to form as I hug the pillow tighter. I don't wanna cry. I don't wanna keep being weak. I know I can be fine on my own and that I don't need others. I don't need someone else. I'm fine without a relationship with anyone. I wouldn't have a choice anyways, considering I'm too fucking cold to let anyone in anymore.

"Jiminie, please. Where are you when I need you the most right now?"