Wrong Room | SOPE

Tae

I sat in the library waiting for Jungkook to come back with our lunch. I have been avoiding Yoongi for about two weeks now. I hadn't seen him or hoseok, I stayed in my room and only went somewhere if Jungkook dragged me.

Which is why I found myself in the library.

Hearing the door creak open I grin, "took you forever Kook, go-"

Yoongi stood there, silence surrounding us, I didn't know what to say. What could I say?

"You've been avoiding me." He states softly, his voice ringing with vulnerability.

How could I respond? I couldn't, so I didn't.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" He mumbled, his eyes getting darker with each word.

I stared, I didn't know what to say.

"Why?" He grit. His fists balled at his sides and he clenched his jaw, the longer I kept quiet the more agitated he got.

"Fuck! Why won't you answer me?!" His tough exterior broke and tears dropped down his face.

He didn't move to wipe them away and I didn't move.

"I-I just want to kno-know wh-why." Simply stating he hiccuped and rubbed at his nose.

The longer the silence got the quieter he became, his tears never stopped but his hiccuping did. He gave a bitter laugh and shook his head, looking toward the floor.

"Fine, I understand." Was all he stated as he turned and walked out of the room, the door shutting behind him.

Clutching the fabric of my shirt I let go of the breath I didn't know I was holding and the tears slipped down my cheeks.

Silent breaths left my lips as it got harder to breath, panic, panic.

I clutched my heart as it sped up, it hurts, everything hurts.

I hurt. I hurt him.

Help.

Help me.

Warm arms wrapped around me, the smell of spice overtaking all of my senses.

"Breathe love, breathe for me."

I took a deep breath and followed the pattern of his chest as he held me.

"Good, good boy. Now count to ten with me."

"One." "O-One."

"Two." "Tw-Two."

"Three." "Thr-Three."

"Four." "Four."

.....

"Ten." "Ten."

Jungkook pulled me away, "good, three things you can see?"

"You. Books. Window."

"Three things you can touch?"

"You. Shirt. Fingers." I gripped his hand and held it to my chest.

He nodded, "three things you can smell?"

"Cologne. Dust. Leather."

He ran a hand through my hair, "good job. I'm proud of you, baby, you alright?"

I nodded slowly and placed my head in the crook of his neck.

"Yo-Yoongi came in here..."

Jungkook stiffened and nodded, "what'd he say?"

"Asked why I've been avoiding him."

I took a deep breath and more tears fell down my face.

"I made him cry. I made him cry."

Jungkook cupped my check. "Shhh, darling, it's okay."

I shook my head, "no, no!"

He held me, wrapping me in his embrace.

"Shh, we'll figure it out later love, I'm here."