"If someone loves you, they'd never put themselves in a position to hurt you."
Warning: some mature content/strong language
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1st place in Solo Taehyung category at the MagicShopAwards 2019
2nd place in Solo Taehyung category at the PurpleLightsAw...
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Upon entering my place, I quickly kicked off my shoes, feeling the cold floor underneath my bare feet while I shuffled to my bedroom. I was kind of glad the unsettling feeling I had got back at the restaurant was slowly starting to fade away.
Nevertheless, I was still uneasy. I was afraid it would come back as fast as it had appeared before and this time, Taehyung wouldn't be there to bring me back to my right headspace.
Without hesitation, I took my clothes off and scurried to the bathroom to wash up before going to bed. Based on how much fun Taehyung was having tonight, I supposed it would still be a while before he came back so I wasn't planning on waiting up for him.
The truth was, I was happy that he was spending the evening with his guy friends. I knew he loved hanging out with me and so did I, but passing all of his free time with his girlfriend wasn't exactly healthy.
While putting my pajamas on, I noticed how my phone screen lit up with an incoming call. I bit my lower lip as I reached out to take it in my head and look at the caller ID. It was an unknown number.
I glanced at the clock. It was 3 am.
I tugged on the hem of my shirt as the phone kept buzzing in my phone. I had no idea who would be calling me this time at night. Hesitantly, I pressed my thumb against the green circle on the screen.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Y/N?"
My heart stopped.
"Jungkook?"
There was silence on the other line. Was I mistaken?
"Hey," when he finally replied, his voice was a hoarse whisper.
"Is that you?" I asked, still uncertain. He sounded so different.
"Mhm," he simply hummed, then paused. "I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't have called."
"No, it's okay. It's just really late here, that's why I was surprised." Also, I didn't expect you to call me.
"How- how are you?" he faltered.
"Fine, I guess," I mumbled, my fingers toying with a thread hanging from my sleeve.
"How is... school?"
"I have one semester left before I graduate."
"I just know you'll do great."
"And how are you?" my heart nearly stopped after the words left my mouth. "I wanted to call and check up on you, but I- I didn't really know how to contact you after you left." I dug my teeth into my lower lip. I was probably rambling. It had been one month since I last talked to him. Speaking with him on the phone felt nearly surreal.
