Fanmade|TK

THIRTY EIGHT

jimin and jungkook spent the following evening packing things and when the next day arrived they had breakfast and left with jimin's car. their destination: daegu.

jungkook hasn't said a word, except goodbye and good morning to his parents. he was silent the whole morning, still confused by taehyung's words and his sudden behavior.

jimin sighed and placed his hand on jungkook's thigh to calm him down. "kook, don't you want to tell taehyung we're coming?" jimin asked a little concerned.

jungkook thought for a moment and then shook his head. "he clearly doesn't want to see me. if he knows i'm coming he is going to find excuses or something... i just wanna see him."

"i know jungkookie...it's strange, why does he make such a mystery out of it... why isn't he just telling what's wrong? it sounded like he is being forced to break up with you, but doesn't want to..." jimin said with a quiet voice. jungkook looked up his hands trembling again.
"he isn't going to break up with me. i won't let him go. h-he loves me, right?"

jimin smiled sadly. "of course he loves you, jungkook. no one loves you like he does. but something seemed so suspicious about it..."

"i-i just hope that he lets me talk to him."

KIM TAEHYUNG

i haven't slept a second the whole night. my face was puffy and my eyes were red, my body shaking by the lack of sleep and the frustration. whenever i try to get up, everything seems to be spinning, forcing me to lied down on my bed again. so there i was laying, just looking to the ceiling and staring empty holes into it.
gentle knocks on the door interrupted my staring and i looked up.

"come in." i said with a broken voice. my mom entered the room, she heard me crying the whole night, tried to make me eat and drink, but i couldn't even do that.

"taehyung, are you okay?" i shook my head with a blanc expression. if i still had tears left to cry, i would cry right now, but my eyes were dry and just burning.

"i'm not okay." i whispered, fidgeting with my fingers.

"did jungkook hurt you? did something happen between you?"

i pressed my lips together. "h-he didn't hurt me. he would never hurt me, but... i hurt him."
my mom came closer to me and sat besides me on my bed, as she enclosed me into a warm motherly hug.

"you can tell me about it, when you're ready. i won't force you."

i nodded as i hugged her back, seeking for the comfort. "thank you."

and then...
the door bell ringed.

my mom squeezed my hand a last time and i groaned and fell back on my bed. she stood up to open the door. i know who's here and i seriously just wanna lock my door and to never see him again.

he entered my room and closed the door with a quiet thud. i turned my back to him, not wanting to see him.

"did you miss me babyboy?" he said chuckling as i heard his steps coming closer to me. i gulped, but didn't move.

but then, suddenly, i felt his arms wrapped around me and i shot up from the bed, looking with wide eyes at him, as he now was on my bed, an amused expression on his features.