Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.
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The Art of War
Sun Tzu

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Jungkook was in serious trouble.

This wasn't a dream. This wasn't his imagination going into overdrive, creating some scenario right out of an action movie.

No. This was real life.

People were hunting him down for god knows what purpose, unafraid of using violence to get what they wanted. But the question remained - why did they want him?

In the grand scheme of things, Jungkook was a nobody. He had no knowledge or power, no real value beyond his familial relations. And everyone important had either abandoned him or was dead, so he truly wasn't a strategic pawn to have in custody.

No one cared about him anymore. No one - other than Jin, perhaps - would notice if he went missing. But his attackers didn't seem to realize this crucial fact. They were still operating under the assumption that his life meant something to someone.

The smart thing to do now would be to figure out who was after him, to understand their motives. But he didn't know where to start, and quite honestly, the very thought of his life being at stake made his whole body freeze. More than anything, he wanted to curl up into a ball and hide from the world.

He wanted to disappear.

But, no matter how much he craved giving in to his baser instincts, Jungkook wasn't about to appear vulnerable. Showing any form of weakness was unacceptable to him. Being weak allowed others to take advantage of you, to manipulate you into becoming something you were not.

So now, even though Jungkook was the very definition of weak and vulnerable, he didn't let that show. For his sanity, he couldn't let that show. He'd fall apart if people knew of the wreck he was on the inside. It was far easier to mask himself with haughtiness than to face the sadness, grief, and guilt.

The arrogance . . . The cocky attitude . . . It was all a cover-up, a distraction from the deep shit he got himself into. It was the only thing helping him endure right now.

So Jungkook turned towards Taehyung, twisting his lips into a devious smile. "Seriously, if I listened to you and stayed put, I might be locked in a van with duct tape over my mouth right now."

"What a shame that would be," Taehyung retorted sarcastically, smoothly driving down the road. "How would you survive two minutes without talking?"

"Can't you just admit that I was right and you were wrong? Is it really that difficult for you?" Jungkook smirked, finding pure joy in tormenting the bodyguard.

Taehyung's knuckles turned white on the steering wheel, clearly affected by Jungkook's taunts. "I should've cut off all your hair."

"Oh, what a comeback," he laughed, running a hand through his freshly cut hair. "Really. You've put me in my place, Taehyung. I won't cross you again . . . Not if I want another haircut."

"Fine. Correction. I should've shoved those scissors up your ass. Does that get my point across?"

"If you wanted to scissor me so badly, all you had to do was ask," Jungkook responded, intrigued by the vein throbbing in Taehyung's neck. "I wouldn't mind those long, pretty fingers -"

"I did not sign up for this shit," Taehyung muttered under his breath, sounding aggravated and exhausted alike.

A honking car stole Jungkook's opportunity to form a rebuttal; the noise jolting him back to their present situation. He turned in his seat, afraid to see the attackers from last night. But instead of attackers, he found a bunch of teenagers, all flipping them off as they passed Taehyung illegally.

And just like that, the illusion was broken. All other teasing banter died on Jungkook's tongue as he recalled the amount of trouble he was in, the amount of trouble he had caused.

Taehyung sighed heavily next to him, appearing to remember as well.

"I did everything correctly," the elder reflected, not exactly talking with Jungkook but at him. "I took out cash and didn't use the corporate cards after that. Stayed in a discreet motel far away from the public eye. Didn't use any sort of technology that could be traced. So how the fuck were we tracked?"

Even if Taehyung was asking for input, Jungkook didn't have anything valuable to add. Granted, he didn't know what the proper protocols were when being hunted down, but the elder appeared to have everything under control. So being traced to the motel in the first place was confusing. And it wasn't even like Taehyung called for help yet, so no one inside of the company could have been a mole.

Oh, no.

Taehyung might not have contacted someone within the company, but Jungkook did. And while he was confident Jin wouldn't betray him, he didn't know if the text he sent could have been traced or not.

"Taehyung?" Jungkook hated the way his voice came out, all uncertain and void of confidence. But he had a feeling he was about to get in a lot of trouble with the bodyguard.

And that made him incredibly uneasy.

"What?" Taehyung replied, keeping his eyes on the road.

Jungkook ran his suddenly clammy hands up and down his thighs, wishing there was a way to jump out of the car. He'd seen - and made - Taehyung angry before, but he had a feeling that was nothing compared to what was coming.

"How . . . Um, how is technology used to track people?"

"Well, anytime you use the internet, you send out an IP address. It's what allows you to send and receive information," the elder explained as he headed back into downtown Seoul. "Hackers - or anyone really - can use that IP address to get an idea of where you are."

Oh, great. Now he had to avoid computers as well.

"Phones are tracked in multiple ways," Taehyung continued, speaking matter-of-factly. "But what's utilized most frequently are GPS coordinates, which are easy enough to grab from texts or calls."

"And anyone can tap into that information?" Jungkook clarified, biting at his lip harshly in apprehension.

"Yup."

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck.

Taehyung was going to murder him.

And almost like Taehyung knew something was up, he looked Jungkook's way with an intense gaze. "Why are you asking?"

An empty feeling settled in the pit of Jungkook's stomach, the piercing stare from Taehyung making him feel sick. He had to turn away and close his eyes. "I need you to pull over."

"What did you do?" Taehyung breathed, the words coming out through his teeth. He seemed to realize that Jungkook screwed up in some tremendous capacity that was about to cause him a major headache.

The clicking of a directional sounded, and Jungkook felt the car sway over to the side of the road. He counted down the moments until they were stopped, attempting to calm his breathing in the meantime. He really didn't want to be on Taehyung's bad side, but after admitting this, that's precisely where he was going to be.

And for some odd reason, that fact made him slightly disappointed with himself.

Opening his eyes, Jungkook turned towards his companion, who regarded him with a veiled expression. That was more terrifying than outright anger.

"I texted my brother-in-law around four this morning," Jungkook explained, instantly biting his lip after the words left his mouth.

Taehyung didn't say anything in response to those words. All he did was stretch out his hand expectantly.

Jungkook took the cell phone out of his pocket, unlocking it then handing it over to the bodyguard. "Jin was the one who let me in the house last night. He was there packing up Namjoon's belongings, but then got a call and had to go. He told me to stay inside until he came to get me in the morning, so that's why I texted him. To let him know I wasn't there but was okay."

Taehyung's long fingers tapped and swiped against the phone screen, moving quickly and assuredly. The elder remained unnaturally quiet, which Jungkook decided was ten times worse than yelling.

"Taehyung . . . ?"

The bodyguard ignored his prompt and instead opened the car door. Wordlessly, he stepped outside, the phone still clutched in his hand. And then he slammed the phone into the ground, a shattering noise filling the air as the screen broke into tiny pieces.

Jungkook flinched, not anticipating the sudden action. He watched with wide eyes as Taehyung climbed back into the car, resituating himself like nothing happened. Then he began driving again, no signs of anger surfacing.

An uncomfortable silence filled the space between them, which stretched for minutes and minutes on end. And Jungkook, never being one to go too long without speaking, had to put an end to their awkward tension.

"Taehyung -"

"Don't talk to me right now."

There was a finality in Taehyung's tone that warned Jungkook not to push, so he did as the elder asked and didn't speak. No jeers, jibes, or insults were traded over the next hour. Nothing was said at all. Even when Jungkook glanced at the fuming Taehyung from time to time, the elder never acknowledged him. It was like Jungkook didn't exist at this moment.

Shortly after noon, Taehyung pulled into a gas station and got out of the car. He didn't say anything to Jungkook before he strode inside, presumably to put some money on their pump. Jungkook was left alone to fend for himself, only equipped with a gun he didn't know how to use.

This was fucking great.

Jungkook managed to severely piss off his only hope for survival, though he didn't blame Taehyung for being upset with him. The elder had every right to hate his guts right now.

How did Jungkook always manage to screw things up? Half the time, he wasn't even trying to get into trouble; he was just a clueless idiot, a burden that wasn't worth the protection of someone like Taehyung.

And even though Jungkook didn't particularly like the bodyguard, he felt guilty. So, so guilty. One of these days, Taehyung was going to get into a lot of trouble because of Jungkook. Hell, the elder might even lose his job because of the mess he got them into.

And that mess was even bigger than Taehyung himself understood. Fuck, if the elder inadvertently discovered what was at play here, he might just forget about his pacifism stint to kill Jungkook in cold blood.

But Jungkook couldn't think about that outcome right now. In order to save his own ass, he couldn't tell Taehyung the entire story at the moment.

In the future . . . ? Maybe. But only if Jungkook made it that long.

The bodyguard came back outside, working the gas nozzle into the car. He leaned against the vehicle as he waited for the tank to fill, appearing utterly at ease and unaffected. But underneath the cool facade, Jungkook knew he was raging.

And maybe it was pointless, but Jungkook wanted to break Taehyung's stony silence. He wanted the anger and the yelling and the screaming. Because if their time together was spent bickering and trading insults, Jungkook didn't have to concentrate on the fear, sadness, and guilt.

Once the gas tank was full, Taehyung climbed back into the car with a sigh. He twirled the keys between his fingers, aligning them to the ignition. But before he could so much as insert them and turn on the car, Jungkook took hold of his wrist.

Taehyung whipped his head in Jungkook's direction and spoke for the first time in over an hour. "Let go."

"Not until you talk to me," Jungkook answered, refusing to back down from the elder's menacing stare.

"I have nothing to say to you."

"Fine. You can listen to me talk," he seethed, inhaling sharply as he took in his irritating companion.

Taehyung's eyes were on fire, burning brightly as he kept his gaze locked on Jungkook. He didn't speak, though his silence wasn't a polite sign of encouragement. No, his silence was a refusal to engage.

That all just pissed Jungkook off more, but he decided to put that aside and take advantage of the elder's attention.

"I'm sorry I texted Jin," Jungkook began, not breaking his eye contact with the simmering bodyguard. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you I had my phone. Obviously, I have no clue what I'm doing. I've never been pursued like this before, and I don't know the rules of the game. Believe it or not, I'm not trying to get either of us killed. I want to make it out of all this alive."

To the surprise of no one, Taehyung didn't have a response to Jungkook's apology. Whether he was analyzing each word or flat out ignoring him, the elder did nothing but let the fire burn in his deep, brown eyes.

But Jungkook couldn't stand it . . . he needed to be acknowledged. This - the silence - was too reminiscent of the tactics his mother once utilized, and it made him start to cave in on himself. Fuck. He needed a reaction before his mask slipped off, before he became that weak and vulnerable boy his mother hated so much.

"Yell at me. Tell me I'm a fuck up," Jungkook begged, his fingers still locked around the bodyguard's wrist. "But don't do the silence thing, Taehyung. I can't stand it . . . it drives me crazy."

Taehyung was still for a few minutes, not moving except for the blinking of his eyes. Hell, he didn't even appear to be breathing. But then, so fast the movement was difficult to follow, his free hand moved to clasp Jungkook's wrist tightly.

"Do you know what drives me crazy?" Taehyung asked softly, his words low and breathy. They were deceptively gentle, almost as if they were meant to be whispered into a lover's ear.

His words may have been gentle, but his grip on Jungkook was not. Jungkook had to fight to keep his face neutral as Taehyung squeezed his wrist uncomfortably.

"Me?" Jungkook let out, barely above a whisper.

A slight dip of Taehyung's chin showed his agreement. "You. I've never wanted to strangle someone as much as I do you."

The words were welcome to Jungkook, even though they were threatening. Intimidation and warnings could be handled. But what Jungkook could not handle was when someone used their silence as a form of punishment. He'd much rather have Taehyung openly angry than not speaking with him.

"Then do it, if it'll make you feel better," he encouraged, cocking his head to the side. "Wrap those pretty fingers of yours around my neck."

"I'm highly considering it," Taehyung responded, everything about him smoldering. "I think I'd enjoy that too much."

Maybe it was twisted and fucked up, but Jungkook wanted to continue this stupid argument. He wanted to bring Taehyung to his tipping point, so they didn't have to return to that unsettling silence. So he decided to continue pushing and prodding until he had the elder screaming in his face.

Maybe if Taehyung accepted how much he hated Jungkook, they could work together more productively.

"Never would've pegged you as the type of guy to have a choking kink," Jungkook said, watching as the embers of anger glowed brighter in the elder's eyes. "Is this a recent development?"

Taehyung ripped Jungkook's hand off of his wrist, his nails digging into his skin in the process. "Is that the only talent you have? Running your mouth?"

"My mouth can do a lot of things, Taehyung," Jungkook leered, doing all he could to fan the flames of Taehyung's fire. "Would you like to find out?"

Instead of rising to the taunt as Jungkook hoped, Taehyung unexpectedly deflated. He didn't unleash his anger; he appeared to bottle it up as he turned away from Jungkook.

"Why are you like this?" Taehyung questioned faintly, his words lacking the ferocity Jungkook longed for. "Did you not receive enough attention growing up or something?"

Jungkook didn't respond, not wanting to admit how correct that statement was. No one truly knew what he endured as a child, and if they did, they'd look at him with pity and regret. And Jungkook didn't want that, least of all from this bodyguard. So he remained quiet, not able to form a snarky reply or anything.

But somehow, Taehyung seemed to understand the words Jungkook didn't say.

"I know you want me to get angry with you," the elder started, eyes trained forward. "And trust me, Jungkook, I'm not happy. But being angry at you isn't going to solve anything. I'd rather use my energy for something more useful, like figuring out a new plan to survive whatever the hell is going on."

Jungkook knew Taehyung was right - arguing wasn't useful. He could admit that. But he couldn't admit that besides arguing, Jungkook didn't know what to do. He couldn't tell this arrogant bodyguard that besides running his mouth, he was utterly useless.

Oh, he was so useless. He didn't know how to help them in this situation, especially when he was the cause of most of their current problems. He didn't know what to do anymore, what purpose to have when he was simply along for the ride.

So this time, he listened to Taehyung. He kept his mouth shut and didn't talk back.

His mother would've been proud.

Taehyung glanced his way, eyebrows set low on his face. "To be honest, I expected another insult or something by now."

Jungkook chuckled darkly, looking out his window to take in the overcast sky. "I'm full of surprises, it seems. Am I keeping you on your toes?"

"From the moment I've met you, Jungkook, you've never ceased to surprise me. And I don't know if that's a good thing."

Obviously, it was a bad thing; Jungkook could read between the lines. "Then kick me out. Forget about helping me. You have every reason to do it. And, hey, I won't even hold it against you."

Taehyung inserted the keys into the ignition but didn't make a move to drive off yet. "The only reason I haven't left you yet is because of Kim Namjoon. Even if I'm fucking stupid for sticking around, I'm going to keep you safe until I figure out a plan. I'd just really appreciate it if you made it easy for me."

Jungkook felt a ghost of a smile spread over his lips as he said quietly, "Oh, I'm not easy, Taehyung."

A scoff left the elder's mouth, but he didn't sound as annoyed as he had before. "Noted."

And since they were talking again, Jungkook decided it was okay to ask what their plan was. "So . . . What are we going to do now?"

"We need a safe place to hide out for a while," Taehyung started slowly, his tongue peeking out to run along his bottom lip. "Somewhere off the beaten trail where I can call the Chief of Security. But that's the problem. I don't know of any safe places anymore."

A safe place . . . Off the beaten trail . . .

That all reminded Jungkook of one of his longtime friends, a person he hadn't talked to in years. This particular friend had always been the ambitious type, working to fulfill his dreams no matter the cost. And his dream was to create one of the best bed and breakfasts in the country.

From what Jungkook heard last, Jung Hoseok was well on his way to making that dream a reality.

"I think I might have somewhere for us to go," Jungkook offered, tilting his head to look at Taehyung. "It's . . . It's back in my hometown."

Taehyung met his eyes and nodded slightly. He was listening.

"One of my friends owns a bed and breakfast. And since we're close to the end of tourist season, it might be on the quiet side."

A moment went by as the elder considered, pushing his lips together in thought. The action made him appear younger and more innocent than he was, and Jungkook had to look away. It was too endearing.

"I don't know how I feel about involving other people in all of this. It's too risky," the bodyguard admitted, sighing heavily. "I can't afford another liability."

Another liability because the first liability was him. Jungkook. But it wasn't a surprise to hear Taehyung thought of him this way. It was quite apparent from the get-go.

No matter where he was in life, he was always someone else's problem. First his parents, then Namjoon. And now it was Taehyung's lucky job to keep him alive.

But Jungkook honestly thought he could help them in this scenario. For once, maybe he could be useful.

"I trust this person completely, Taehyung. I've known him since I was seven. He . . . He helped me through a lot of hard times. Hoseok isn't the type of person to turn on me."

At least he didn't think Hoseok was the type of person to turn on him. But if Jungkook learned anything these past several hours alone, it was that he knew nothing. And as much as he hated to even think it, he didn't know if he could trust his own brother-in-law anymore.

Taehyung tapped his fingers against the steering wheel, creating a repetitive rhythm as he debated his next move. Unlike Jungkook, the elder seemed to actually think through his course of action before jumping head first into something. Especially in a situation like this, it was an advantageous quality to have.

A regretful sigh pushed through Taehyung's mouth and he stopped tapping against the wheel. "Fine. We can give it a shot. But I hope you understand the position you're putting both me and your friend in. If I suspect any foul play, I will not hesitate to protect myself. Or you. And on the off chance our attackers find us . . . It's not just you and me anymore."

"I understand."

"Alright," the bodyguard said, pulling out of the gas station at last. "Where are we headed?"

Jungkook gnawed at his lip again, hoping that bringing Taehyung to his hometown wasn't a big mistake. It was a dangerous move, and not only because the assailants might trace them there. If Jungkook wasn't careful, Taehyung might inadvertently learn something he wasn't supposed to know.

But there was nowhere else to go. This was the only option.

"Busan," he responded, clutching his hands in his lap. "We're heading to Busan."

They began driving south from Seoul, with Taehyung avoiding highways and main roads. He explained how they'd take a hard to follow trail, extending a four hour drive into a two day trip. That way, they could be overly cautious and keep a close eye on their surroundings. They would need to find another motel to stay in for the night, but since neither really knew where they were, they opted to take the first place they saw.

During the trip, the two boys didn't really talk to each other. Jungkook's thoughts overpowered him, making him question all he knew and trusted. But the biggest burden of the moment was his concern over Jin. His brother-in-law was the last person Jungkook had; he couldn't be involved in any of this.

And besides, it wouldn't make any sense. Jin knew there was nothing to gain by holding Jungkook hostage. The one person he was of any value to was dead and gone.

Hours later, after navigating winding roads and poorly traveled routes, they ended up in a small city a couple of hours out from Busan. Neither Taehyung nor Jungkook were familiar with the area, so they drove around until they found a place to hunker down. Ideally, they were looking for a nondescript lodging away from crowds and brightly lit areas. But what they came across was the complete opposite.

"I still don't think it's a good idea to stay here," Taehyung murmured to himself, stepping out of an elevator and into a hallway lined with doors. "This goes against everything I've been taught."

"It's a hotel, Taehyung. Not the Vegas strip," Jungkook intoned, leading the way to their room. "And staying in a bigger place could be a good thing. In a hotel with this many rooms, it'd be more difficult to find us."

The lodging they ended up at was a large hotel chain, one nestled right on a busy main street. All around them were shops and restaurants, with people milling around everywhere. Taehyung feared their attackers could blend into the crowds more easily and have more places to hide, but Jungkook retorted that that worked in their favor as well.

Jungkook was thrilled to be staying in a nicer place and decided not to let Taehyung's anxiety damper his mood. So he ran ahead, unlocked their door, and excitedly flitted about their nicely appointed room.

"This place is awesome," Jungkook reflected, collapsing onto the fluffy bed and propping his head up on a tower of pillows. "Did you see the place next door? It had live music and -"

"We're not on vacation, Jungkook," the elder cut him off, setting his backpack on top of a desk. "We're here to do one thing. Hide. Not mosey around and partake in the nightlife."

"You're no fun," he huffed in response, watching as the bodyguard ran a hand through that thick head of hair. "Why don't you live a little?"

Taehyung snapped his eyes up to meet Jungkook's, that fire from before slowly coming back full force. "That's what I'm trying to do. Live. Stay alive. Why is that concept so difficult for you to grasp?"

"Whatever."

Honestly, all Jungkook wanted was a distraction. Being cooped up in a room would only turn his thoughts inward, which would one way or another tear him apart. He couldn't be alone with his misery right now.

"That's all you say whenever you don't get your way," the elder commented stiffly after a moment. "I don't need you to thank me or even to like me for that matter, but I'd like you to understand that I am trying to help you, Jungkook."

"Yeah, you never fail to remind me of just how much you're helping me. But let me remind you . . . That's your job. To help keep me safe. So, congrats. You're doing it. And unless you want to lose your job, I'd suggest you keep protecting me whether you like it or not."

Jungkook was just spitting out whatever he thought would annoy Taehyung the most, even if he knew he was in the wrong. Anger and arguments were both great distractions to the pain, so he'd push the elder as far as possible so that he didn't have to drown under the waves of grief.

But what Jungkook didn't expect was for Taehyung to push him to his breaking point first.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Taehyung said, his voice losing its volume in exchange for a softer, more deadly tone. "I am at my wit's end with you, Jungkook. I thought we were coming to a common understanding. I thought we were going to work together. So why are you so difficult?"

Jungkook sat up, planting his feet on the ground as he stared up at the bodyguard. "Maybe the reason I'm so difficult is because I'm working with an incompetent asshole who can't even shoot a gun! Maybe if you knew how to protect me, we wouldn't need to be so careful in the first place."

Taehyung's hands clenched by his sides, the only sign of how furious he was at the moment. "You're so eager to put your life at risk, aren't you? Do you have no respect for yourself? For me, the person who will have to save your ass when you inevitably fuck things up?"

And even though Jungkook welcomed the anger before, the constant ridicule from Taehyung was beginning to wear on his nerves. And sure, he knew he invited this attack on his character. It was what he wanted. It was a great distraction. But he didn't realize that this open hatred - and blatant honesty - would hurt so much.

He needed some space.

So Jungkook stood up and headed towards the door, knowing full well how stupid he was acting. But he just needed some fresh air. He needed to not look at Taehyung's face for a while.

A hand wrapped around his elbow, tugging him backward sharply. Jungkook stumbled into Taehyung, who immediately spun him around so they were in each other's personal space.

"Don't," the elder ordered, the command fierce and powerful, but it was nothing compared to the look in his eyes.

"Fuck off, Taehyung," Jungkook said, wanting to shove the bodyguard far away from him but somehow finding the will to resist that urge. "I don't want your protection any longer. God knows you barely kept me alive anyway. It's no wonder why you were never a bodyguard before. Your uselessness would have killed someone."

Those words hit their mark. Taehyung took a slight step back, his eyes losing all of their fire. And without the embers and the flames, all that was left was a cold darkness.

"How did Namjoon do it?" Taehyung muttered, his tone yearning for an answer. "How did he survive for so long? How did you not get him killed sooner?"

Pain flashed throughout all of Jungkook's body. This time, all the arguing went too far and now he was hurting again. Hurting because everything Taehyung said was right.

Without sparing a second glance to the bodyguard, he strode from the room, almost running down the hallway to get far away as possible. He repeatedly pressed the button for the elevator, almost frantic as he waited for the doors to open.

Two minutes later and he was outside, gasping as he breathed in the evening air. People milled all around, barely paying any attention to him as he stood still in the middle of the sidewalk. It was almost like he wasn't there at all.

Fuck. He didn't know what to do anymore.

His ears picked up a lively tune, and upon further inspection, the music came from the building right next to the hotel. It was the bar with live music, the one Jungkook mentioned earlier.

Without hesitation, he walked into the bar and let his senses become overwhelmed by everything around him. The loud music radiated through his body, the thumping bass vibrating down his spine. He smelled spilt beer and felt the stickiness of it on the bottom of his shoes. But he welcomed it all.

It was just another distraction.

But then he had a new distraction to add to the list. A hand tapped his shoulder, a gentle gesture that caused him to flinch. For a split second, he thought it was Taehyung, about to drag him back to their room. But then the next moment his heart dropped as he considered another possibility - what if his attackers found him?

He was wrong on both counts. A petite, brown-haired woman smiled up at him, wearing a look of complete confidence. Her hand remained on his shoulder as she batted her eyelashes prettily.

"Hi! Can I buy you a drink?"

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T H E O R I E S ↴

Poor JK, obviously he's really hurting and doesn't know how to cope well. I also promise it won't be this hostile between Taekook for forever haha.

And I really hate to do it, but I think I need to move to an every other day update schedule. Obviously, if I can update sooner I will (check my bio for official update times)! But this will be a safe bet - work has been crazier than normal for me and it's been so draining this past week.

Thanks for understanding and I love you all so much 💜