"Tae, could you hand me the beer honey?" The tall blonde chirped, wiping some fruit pulp off his hands as he set the blender buzzing in its usual obnoxious blare.

"Honey?" He repeated, not getting a response from the smaller boy seated in front of him, his eyes fixed to the window with a far off look. Seokjin sighed, going to the freezer to get it himself.

A week had passed since they returned from Vegas and things weren't the same anymore. Atleast for Seokjin they weren't.

Taehyung had been acting distant, off put and lackluster to an extent he didn't even greet Seokjin when he returned home. He'd reached one hour earlier than Taehyung, all thanks to the rich man paying extra to reduce layoff time at the Dubai airport. Luckily for Seokjin, Taehyung hadn't paid attention to the packed suitcase that he oh-so-forgetfully left standing near the door. He had walked in, bowed at his father with a failed attempt to smile before rushing into his room and slamming the door shut.

The older blonde's heart ached for his baby, the consequences of his own actions slowly catching up to him. Everything he'd done was to keep his son away from a potential heartbreak and he ended up doing the same to him... Or worse.

If Seokjin was being honest with himself even he had no idea how all of it came this far. For him to go up to the extent of falsely accusing an innocent boy of felony he obviously hadn't committed. Of trying to separate his own child with the potential love of his life. Of sabotaging his son's faith in love.

Seokjin felt horrible. A horrible father, a horrible friend, a horrible uncle and a horrible horrible human being. 

But he knew one thing for sure. And that was the driving force of this whole fiasco. The man who once stormed into his cafe sending all of their lives into a toss that very unfortunate moment.

The man who had eyes like the rain filled puddles on the pavement, brown waters reflecting your own murky appearance and luring you to dive into them.

The man who once showed Seokjin the other side of heaven and then refused to even look at him after.

Seokjin had anticipated the remarkable coldness, but it hurt him nonetheless. The way the younger ravenette didn't acknowledge his presence back in their shared suite and then all the way back to Seoul, by choosing to be seated by an elderly woman in the plane instead of the empty one beside him.

Huh, what had he been expecting anyway? For the straight, married father of an 18 year old to embrace an ordinary widower like himself? A small cafe owner and the father of another teen he was using to get his work done? And most importantly a man?

Albeit, sleeping with another male isn't what a straight man would do but it was safe to assume the younger was intoxicated out of his mind, drugged with aphrodisiacs for god's sake! It could have meant nothing to Namjoon, a stupid mistake he most probably didn't even remember anymore.

But for Seokjin it meant the world, renewed and reinstated from his previous life of sorrow and loneliness, of being a widower for over ten years. He thought he found a friend in someone, maybe even a lover for the second time in his life. Someone who could help him spend the rest of his years in the mirth of companionship.

But now all he felt was stupid. As his eyes kept glancing at the staff door, heart racing in anticipation of someone's arrival everytime it swung open, but immediately going down on spotting either Hoseok or Taehyung bring in the empty trash bins. His fingers kept hovering over his phone, keeping the light up to check for newer notifications. There were none.

Namjoon was gone.

Truant and vanished as if he wasn't ever there to begin with.

Oh how Seokjin wished it was the truth.

"Appa?" The deep voice belonging to his son snapped him out of his thoughts, features lightening upon seeing his son slightly smile at him.

"Yes Tae?" He hummed turning around to face the smaller. Looking at Taehyung always felt like he was looking at himself, but living a different, better life. That's why he wanted nothing but the best for him and from now on he'd do everything in his power to achieve that.

"I want to go over at Jimin's for a sleepover tonight. May I?"

Seokjin nodded vigorously, happy his son was starting to make attempts to talk and hangout with people instead of staying cooped in his room 24/7. Taehyung thanked him and walked away, not before reminding him about the raspberry beer punch he was onto earlier.

Seokjin breathed in a lungful, feeling slightly better at the new progress in Taehyung's behaviour. He wasn't going to fuck it up this time on. Not anymore.

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"I mean I don't know what I'm going to wear for the job interview tomorrow! First off, it was all a big hassle to find a decent place to stay in Seoul and now I have to revamp a whole closet too? Not. gonna. Happen." Jimin grumbled into the phone, small skilled fingers sifting through the clothes in his makeshift cloth cupboard.

"Just say you're broke," the voice from the other end snorted making Jimin gasp in offence.

"You're not completely untrue but damn are you rude," he commented twisting his lips knowing the other couldn't see him.

"Don't do that," the voice tutted, " your lips are going to get stuck twisted forever."

"How did you--" A familiar bong of the housebell drew his attention to the door, making the shorter frown in annoyance. Who could it be at 4 in the evening? Not many people knew him here in Seoul.

"Kook, I'll talk to you later, someone's at the door." Jimin said, quickly hanging up after saying his goodbyes to the youngest.

He trudged upto the door, eyes furrowed in suspicion as he opened it slowly, body jumping back and eyes splaying wide at the figure smirking on the other side.

"Hey Jiminie, missed me?"

"Ho-hoseok Hyung?"

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A/n: A bit of a filler but important ;) Do you like cliffhangers?