Taehyung's POV

We reentered the cafe I had just walked out of.

“So, Jeon Jungkook.” I said, once we were sitting. “Why did you want to talk?”

“You interest me.” I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

“I don’t do relationships.” I said. “I’m only talking to you because I want my wallet back.” He smirked and leaned over.

“As you keep saying. Although I wonder what led you to this decision of yours.”

“Failed relationships and a fucking slut who won’t go away.” Jungkook blinked, almost surprised that I’d told him straight up. I shrugged.

“Well, let’s talk about something else. Do you have a job?”

“I’m looking for one.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty two.”

“You’re not in college then?”

“I graduated early. Last year, in fact.”

“Wow. So you’re smart then?”

“I would describe myself as more determined than anything.”

“What did you study for?”

“Science. I majored in chemistry.”

“Are you one of those saps that think they can find cures to fatal diseases?”

“No.” I took a drink of my coffee. “I was actually looking to get a job with the government. Chemically engineering and working on weapons and such. That would be such a cool job. Unfortunately they don’t hire twenty two year old kids.”

“You can chemically enhance weapons?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow.

“Is that weird? I feel like this is weird.”

“No, not at all. And I’m guessing your minor was in mechanics?”

“Technology mechanics and everything in between.”

“And you couldn’t have just simply gotten a business major and worked in an office or something?” I snorted, rolling my eyes.

“Do I look like someone who wants to stare at four beige walls for the rest of my life? The best years of my youth have already been ripped away from me, like hell I’d waste the rest doing something as boring as that.”

“You’re a very interesting individual, Taehyung.”

“Thank you?” I looked down as my phone began to ring. I frowned, seeing the number. I thought I blocked her. “What?” I said flatly when I answered.

“Where are you!?” She screeched. “I need you to watch the little shit.”

“Don’t you fucking dare call him that.” I hissed, standing suddenly.

“I can call my son whatever the fuck I want! I’m leaving him here, so whenever you—“ I just turned and dashed out of the cafe in a panic.

“You just wanna get high, you bitch! Don’t you fucking dare leave him alone—Wendy? Wendy!? Shit!” I ran as fast as I could straight home, and sure enough, Wendy was gone, my son sitting in front of my doorstep, balling his eyes out. “Bud! Hey, hey, it’s okay.” I signed when he saw me. I picked him up and pulled him into a hug.

At this point I was just so angry that I wanted to cry. Cry in frustration, anger, unfairness.

I entered my apartment, putting Yoonbin on the couch and turning on some cartoons. He hadn’t said a word to me since I’d found him. I entered the kitchen and took out my phone.

“Tae? What’s wrong?”

“S-She did it again.” I whispered.

“She didn’t.”

“I-I need you to w-watch Yoonbin for me. I...have to go a-and find her.” I managed.

“Jesus Christ! Just let her die already, Tae! Every time she does this she tries to OD and goes home with random men!”

“I can’t! I’m not allowed to have any custody over my son unless I have a job! He’ll go into foster care, Jimin!”

“I’m with someone right now.”

“Then bring them over, I don’t care! I need to…” I didn’t even care if I was crying right now. “Jimin please. I’m begging you.”

Jimin sighed on the other side. “Alright.”

Third Person POV

Ten minutes later, Jimin was knocking on the door. Taehyung was surprised to find Hoseok behind him. But he didn’t question it, simply told Jimin that Yoonbin already ate and that he’d be back as soon as possible.

With that he took off, knowing the general area that he needed to go. He took his car, something he didn’t use often, since he never really had a reason to, and drove to the other side of town.

The less...nicer part of town.

He parked in a busy street, not really feeling like getting it stolen and went the rest of the way on foot.

He looked down every alley, in every window he could.

Three hours passed, and he grew exhausted, but he couldn’t give up.

“Taehyung.” He turned at the voice.

“J-Jeon?” He asked, surprised. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I should ask you the same thing.” Taehyung looked at Jungkook up and down, at his expensive attire. He looked so out of place in this neighborhood. Taehyung noticed movement behind Jungkook.

“Yoongi?” He was confused. “What the fuck is going on? Are you following me, Jeon?”

“No, I have business here.”

“Then leave me alone.” Taehyung turned, but then paused. “Give me my wallet back first.”

“You never finished talking to me.”

“Fine. You know what? Keep it, there’s more important things than a fucking wallet.” He turned and walked away, pissed off more than he already was.

He heard whispering in an alley to his right, and he looked down.

He growled, stalking up to the pair of people. “What the fuck, Wendy!” He shouted, grabbing the women who was obviously intoxicated by the back of her short dress.

“Get off of me you fucker!” She shrieked.

“I cannot believe you!” Taehyung shouted back.

“Hey, she said to let her go.” The man who was there said.

“Look, I don’t know who you are, and frankly I don’t care. Fuck off.”

“Don’t touch me!” Wendy shrieked. Taehyung growled once again and let her go, stepping away.

“You need to come with me, Wendy. This isn’t acceptable. I refuse to let you keep fucking up my life.”

“You’re the one at fault!” She shrieked.

“I think it’s time for you to leave, buddy.”

“Didn’t I tell you to fuck off?”