sleeping arrangements.

WEIRD

jungkook focus
jungkook stares out of the car's window, the fleeting scenery making his eyes blur. he was on his way to busan, his suitcase safely deposited in the boot of his taxi and his playlist flowing steady music into his ears. usually, sitting in the back seat of a car and listening to music made him feel at peace and sleepy. but sleep was not on jungkook's mind - troubling thoughts kept him awake from doing so.

taehyung likes me.

shit, i shouldve properly said something to him than fucking leave like that.

jungkook groans internally and ducks his head, rubbing his face with both of his palms. he feels terrible for his hurried actions and quick response to taehyung's confession, but doesn't know what to do about it.

gosh, this is so weird.

jungkook sighs and leans back into the leather seat of the car, embracing the cool material against his sweaty neck.

oh, taehyung, the memory of taehyung bowing his head to hide his tears, was stuck on a permanent loop in jungkook's head. it made his head hurt.