jeоn jungкоок

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The darkness in Taehyung's bedroom was impenetrable, only the cold light of the television screen filtering through it, illuminating his empty gaze as it stared at the flickering images. Outside, rain was falling, beating a lulling rhythm on the glass, but Taehyung wasn't sleeping. He lay, buried in rumpled sheets, feeling a wave of fatigue wash over him. Fighting all this life's crap had worn him down, leaving only a scorched desert where there had once been fire.

The quiet click of the door lock did not make him flinch - he knew who had the keys.

There was a rustling sound in the hallway, and the dull thud of a heavy bag was heard. Jungkook entered the bedroom without turning on the light; he paused in the doorway, briefly gazing at his friend's silhouette. Without a word, he walked over to the bed and placed the bag of Taehyung's favorite sweets on the floor, sitting down.

Jungkook reached out and gently touched Taehyung's tangled hair with his palm, forcing him to finally tear his gaze away from the screen.

— Tae-tae, aren't you tired of sitting at home yet? Maybe tomorrow we can go somewhere you want, just you and me?