Demons To Draw | TAEKOOK

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If someone asked him how he was feeling, after taking a long moment, he would say, numb. Maybe because his brain had short circuited or he was feeling too much all at once to register it.

Heartbeats, which were resonating in his chest, were uncontrollably loud. His skin, which was crawling with every passing second, was pale. It is all a hallucination, he tried to convince himself. But the beige tainted walls denied it.

He must be hallucinating, as he hasn't drawn those eyes in the longest time he could hold himself back. Or maybe he must have mistaken and came to conclusions. He didn't see his face after all.

The stillness of his surroundings gave nothing away for how long he had been standing there, for all he knew his legs had started to ache. He took a deep breath and thought of knocking on the door. The thought of possible consequences made him shiver. If the almighty blessed, he would get to see the receiver's face, with the black mask removed. But what would he say; that I draw you?

His hand hung in thin air in front of the dark brown rustic wooden door, ready to knock but something pulled him back. The pit in his stomach was enlarging, a knotting of his intestines.

Calm down, Jungkook. You're thinking too much.

His hand dropped lifeless yet he stood there. With the fear of being caught creepily standing, in front of a stranger's door, in delivery uniform without a package to be delivered, made Jungkook finally turn.

He felt like he was losing his mind, while walking towards the exit of the apartment building, in a daze. He couldn't recall how he got to his van, but he was quite sure he was in no condition to drive.

Picking up a bottle he usually carries around; he gulped down water, quenching his thirst. He closed his eyes and rested his aching head on the headrest, still holding an open water bottle. Though he dearly wished to splash the liquid on his face, this car belonged to the company he works for. He couldn't ruin it. As if brought back to reality, he thought whatever happened was all in his head. An assumption, he presumed.

He drove back to drop the van at his company, changed into his clothes and took a bus to his dorms from the nearest bus stop, as if nothing had happened. But he couldn't just pretend, could he now?

He found himself in front of Jimin's dorm room on an entirely different floor. The number 406 engraved on the metal plate stamped on the door clearly told him it wasn't his room. Yet he somehow finds himself in front of 406 whenever he is troubled. And right now he was far from troubled, he was perturbed.

He knocked on the door and it slightly opened after a couple of seconds.

"Oh, hey Jungkook," the door swung open and he was greeted with a flashing smile, "how come you are here?"

"Hey, Hobi hyung." he stranded his lips with a burdening fake smile.

"Jimin's not here though. He's probably still at work." He continued talking with an upbeat tone, oblivious of Jungkook's dampening mood.

"Yeah, I know." He murmured, but unfortunately Hoseok caught it.

"Oh, so you were here for me?"

Damn, now what is he supposed to say? No, actually, I wasn't here to meet you, but still you're in my face. Rude.

So he went with the truth.

"Umm, no actually. I just came here subconsciously. Sorry to disturb you." He would have turned by now if it wasn't for Jimin's roommate to stop him,