"The best way to find out if you
can trust somebody is to trust them."
— Ernest Hemingway

Jungkook POV

Time is a construct. One day someone made it up and we all decided to go along with it. I never thought much about time until you realize there is such little of it sometimes, or in other cases wishing it could just end.

Times like now, with his fingers in my hair and my lips on his neck, I realized I could spend a long while like this.

"We should turn the movie off, we're not paying attention." his voice sounded raspier as a whisper.

I hummed against his skin and left one more kiss to the collarbones on display for my eyes and fingers. "Okay."

The air was cold and my arms danced with goosebumps when I pulled off the covers from my legs and went to grab the remote from the top of my dresser. I ran my fingers through my hair to flatten in back down after being messed up from a certain boy.

"I'm going to grab a water, do you want anything while I'm up?" I asked the brunette laying comfortably in my bed.

Taehyung looked up from his phone and shook his head, "No I'm okay."

With the tv now off I left the remote on my dresser and quickly went to grab a glass of water, only then noticing the time on the stove and sighing. It was time for my medication. The ones Taehyung is expecting me to take.

My bag was laying on the couch so I went to grab, not forgetting to bring my water as I walked back to my bedroom.

"Here let me help." Taehyung started to push the covers off himself. I was currently balancing my backpack on my arm and trying to unzip it and keep my water from spilling.

"Uh, no I'm okay-" I said. I had the zipper undone and my stomach dropped at the same time the front of the backpack tipped forward and everything spilled out.

Taehyung was sitting up on the bed with his eyes trained on the floor, frozen.

I stood there with my water, frozen and possibly about to vomit.

It was times like this that I wished the clock would just rush forward since reversing it is impossible.

"What the hell is all that." It wasn't a question. More of a statement I'd say, and one I didn't want to answer. Taehyung was now looking at me, I could feel his hot stare on my face, but I continued to look at all the drugs that had fallen out and hoping they would disappear if I stared hard enough.

"Okay, listen," I said when Taehyung got off the bed and walked over to me, "Before you say anything, I'd like to clarify that it's not mine."

He scoffed, "Oh okay nevermind than, it's fine! What was I thinking of course it's not yours." The sarcasm was dripping from his words and I pursed my lips, "I don't appreciate the sarcasm."

"Where did you even get all this?" Taehyung asked.

I set my water on the dresser and sighed, everything I wanted to avoid just decided to fall out on my bedroom floor without much warning. This wasn't enough time to think of some solid bullshit. "I have a friend?"

"A friend?" Taehyung repeated, "Well it's certainly not Jimin."

Honestly, I tried not to laugh, but a small giggle happened to escape and Taehyungs hands were on his hips and the most motherly look of disapproval was on his face. "For goodness sakes Tae I didn't murder anyone, it's just a little bit of drugs and since you're seeing them then you know I'm not using them because it's all here."

"Your logic amazes me."

I started to pick up the baggies and shove them back into the backpack, it was the envelope of LSD, another baggie of coke, and a blunt that I kept out to slip into my pocket. The pills were already in my nightstand for when I don't want to sleep, sometimes the nightmares are better not to risk having.

"I thought they weren't yours." Taehyung said eyeing the ones I slipped into the pockets of my sweatpants.

I zipped up the backpack and kicked it under my bed, "Just a few for the bad days."

"Dumbass." he mumbled and went to go back under the covers. His body disappear beneath the sheets and he tugged them up to his chin, a little adorable bundle of Tae that I couldn't wait to get beside.

When I pushed aside the covers to make room for myself he mumbled something with a pout. "Come on Tae, it's fine." I whispered, my hand moving to his waist so I could hug him closer. Taehyung just shook his head stubbornly and pushed me back a bit.

"Nope sorry, I don't mess with that." he mumbled and turned his back to lay on his side.

I chuckled softly and sat up on the bed, "Come on Tae don't be like that, you're acting like a child." I said, not getting a response when I poked his side softly a few times.

"The first day we met you literally came back to my apartment to get high with me." I said.

That got him to turn around. "Okay that was different and you know it." Taehyung argues, he was laying on his back with his arms stubbornly crossed over his chest. The covers had fallen down to his waist and I smiled down at him.

"Different? How so?" I asked. It was unbelievable, the way he was acting towards something so minuscule.

"I was nervous." it was a soft mumble.

The corners of my lips just kept turning upwards, a subtle grin from his response. "Nervous?" I repeated, his eyes haven't left mine and my fingers started to lightly play his hair that fanned out a bit against the pillow. "How are you feeling now?" I asked quietly.

Taehyung didn't answer for a moment. I had first taken his silence as a good thing, one to be broken with a snide comment or some form of shyness that I could turn into a soft kiss or some sweet touching, not what actually happened.

It was one word. "Worried." he said it quietly. The way his eyes didn't leave mine made me feel bad, because I believed him, and I can tell he meant it truly.

"Tae.." I trailed off softly. My hand fell from his hair as he sat up as well with a light sigh.

"No, Kook," he stopped me, "I want you to talk to me, if you're in trouble or if you need help please tell me."

It's odd how one can feel so down so suddenly, a mood shifted in a second and you wonder how you managed to become so invested in another's thoughts. I was stuck, suddenly feeling bad about what I've been doing because Taehyung is already worried and he doesn't even know.

It's become familiar now, the way his hand feels in mine, our fingers laced together and warmth of his body so close. That's the only thing I could really think of right now when I grabbed his hand. "Taehyung, I promise you it's okay, if you ask me anything I'll be honest, but I want you to trust me when I say I can handle it."

That was all I could ask for. And I think that's all he could except. Either way, I was only relieved when he nodded and I felt his hand give mine a light squeeze.

Whatever it was, the reason that kept him here with me after everything and now this, I've suddenly become grateful and almost regretful. My actions that reflect ones made from before, they're only now second guessed upon when I know I have something to lose.

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