Learn To Be Real | KTH

Chapter 28

Taehyung POV

Looking up at the house through the window of Hoseok's car, I sigh quietly to myself. I'm really not the biggest fan of being back here right now, especially with everything going on, but Yoongi hyung managed to somewhat convince me. Considering I'd have to get up to let him and Hobi in constantly, this route makes my life much simpler in that regard, but it also makes it easier for the two of them to keep a better eye on me as well.

I wouldn't have agreed to any of it if it weren't for the fact that I know I'd be dead by now, had I not given him a call right after it all happened.

And so, I reluctantly climb out of the car despite my exhaustion, Hoseok grabbing my bags from the back of the car while Yoongi puts an arm around my shoulders gently to guide me up to the house. I know he's not doing it in fear that I'll run away or that I don't know where I'm going, but rather out of support and as a way to provide me comfort still.

It doesn't do the best, but I certainly don't tell him that. It's something, and I can't really argue over it. He's doing the best he can to help me with just how much I'm struggling over everything right now, and I'm honestly just grateful that he didn't argue or question why I asked him to come. I'm sure he's figured it out by now that something happened with her, but I appreciate the fact that he's not asking any questions about it at the moment.

As we step inside, all attention turns to us as surprised gasps are heard. Yoongi looks over at them, but I'm not entirely sure if he bothered saying something or just gave them a look, far too out of it and gone to really comprehend anything of the sort.

Neither of us bother taking our shoes off at the door like normal, the thought not really crossing my mind right now as Yoongi begins leading me once more. Silently, we make our way to the stairs before Yoongi have drags me up them, myself hardly having the energy or will to bring myself up them. I wouldn't be surprised if I don't ever end up coming back down after this, knowing I'd have no chance personally and bringing myself back up on my own with how tired I am.

"Do you wanna lay down and cuddle in your bed, Tae, or mine?" Yoongi asks softly as he stops us at the top of the stairs, looking over to me and reaching up as he brushes my hair back out of my eyes a bit. I sigh quietly, simply laying my head on his shoulder despite the height difference, losing more and more energy as I continue standing.

Truthfully at this point, I don't really care where I am or if he's there cuddling me or not. Yeah, it's nice to have him there and cuddling me, having him there to hold me and mumble the lies of my never being alone again shit, the words somewhat hurting more than they do comfort after everything that's happened. I truly am on the edge right now, on the brink of giving up on life completely. I want nothing more than to lay down and curl up in a ball, never to move or be hurt again. In all honesty, I'm not really entirely sure why I'm even bothering to attempt at not just leaving this shitty world anymore, but I just don't bother questioning it.

"Alright, come on. Let's just get you to your room. It's closer and this way, when you're tired of me or when I can't be there, we've got Jungkookie to help you out. Yeah?" Yoongi decides in a gentle tone aloud as he looks up at me. I merely shrug, truly not caring about anything anymore.

He just sighs softly, beginning to lead me to my room. I lift my head back up off his shoulder as we begin walking once more, Yoongi hyung opening the door to my old room that I share with Jungkook for me.

I can't help but simply stand and stare at the room for a moment, feeling a sense of discomfort and defeat as I stare at the bed that I'll be staying in for the next however long.

"What is it, Tae?" Yoongi asks softly, rubbing my back gently as he looks up at me worriedly. I purse my lips at the question, not really having the energy to answer nor wanting to answer for that matter.

Sighing, I shake my head lightly before walking into the room without saying a word, going straight to my bed on the far side of the room. Feeling tears beginning to form, I simply climb into bed, hoping to never fucking wake up again.