Torn Between Two │jjk & kth

IIII

Saturday was my favorite day of the week, a relief after five days of agonizing work. Today, I had a chance to do things I couldn't yesterday, or the four days before that. First, I could sleep in, with no disruptions.

Most of the students, like me, slept till noon. The weekdays were spent doing rigorous work, leaving little time for sleep, a luxury of some sort, one that was granted at most once a week. Today was that day, and I planned on making use of each second.

Suddenly, there were a series of vibrations combining from my nightstand, most likely Lucas attempting to ruin my sleep once again. He was still the slightest bit mad at me and would bring suffering upon himself desperate hope that it would rain over me. I ignored the beeping, I was extra tired anyway because of my lack of sleep from two nights ago. As far as I could tell it wasn't important, nor did it require immediate attention.

They were expected to die out soon enough, but they remained insistent, so insistent that I slightly raised myself up and grabbed my phone. Without looking at the caller ID, I picked up.

"Took you long enough."

I recognized that voice, and it most definitely was not Lucas. Taehyung, I forgot we had exchanged numbers yesterday, when out of nowhere he talked to me in class. It was a decent conversation, but nowhere near interesting in any way.

"Why'd you call?" I yawned.

" I'm texting you an address come meet me."

"Why?"

"For the project, of course. What else would there be?"

"Okay bye ."

The phone emitted a flat tone, after we both hung up, him without a goodbye. I expected nothing better from him, he was cold, unresponsive, and nothing more.

I would rather be doing anything else than spend my precious morning with him, but I had no choice. Scrolling through my phone, I found my driver's contact. Driving was definitely one thing I would be staying away from this early while I was so exhausted.

The drive there was spent dozed off, but when I did arrive, I was suddenly on top of my senses. It was a library, a normal place to meet up for such matters, but it was such a sight. A gloomy one, but still incredible. Out of all the places, he chose a dark, dreary, gothic-esque victorian library. He truly is strange, not that I minded much on this occasion.

The large front doors were left open, leading to rows of towering bookshelves filled with old, withering books. A few crimson, velvet armchairs were scattered across the first floor, usually with a small side table somewhere near.

I walked between each and everyone of the shelve, but Taehyung was nowhere to be seen. When I had reached the back of the room, I spotted a large ornate staircase leading up to the second floor. I walked up the red and gold carpet ined steps to a smaller room. Rather than rows, there were shelves lining the walls separated by brass sconces topped off with industrial inspired light bulbs radiating a golden hue. The centerpiece, precisely the first noticeable object was a large, low set mahogany table with a bronze embellished, but empty vase sitting on top. Across from the smaller ends of the table were two armchairs, same as downstairs, facing each other. Same for the larger ends, but instead of single armchairs, they were very similar, but slightly varied two seaters.

There Tahyung sat in the armchair, his back facing me. I sat down in the chair opposite, leaving my belongings in a stach on the table. Even after that, he was too absorbed in a book to notice me.

"Taehyung."

Still silence.

"Taehyung."

Again, louder.