this one is gonna be sad folks :(

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Taehyung's POV

Fuck my life.

Fuck everything.

And fuck love.

Why is the universe always against me? I've done nothing wrong to people in my entire life. Yes, I have sinned but so does everyone else. So why the fuck am I the only feeling so much pain? I'm swallowed up in anguish and my own suffering. On top of that snuggled up in my fiancé's clothing.

Fiancé.

I paid almost twelve grand for an engagement ring for the person I o'so dearly care about. A ring that could easily be removed and replaced by someone else. Vows are useless if you break them. They have no meaning if you don't put any pride behind them either.

So why state your vows in the first place?

A lone tear falls down my face and into Yoongi's favorite shirt. The scent of him only breaking me down more. A sudden weight is next to me and I can already tell who it was. Yeontan jumps over my leg and to the other side of my body.

My heart jolts when he starts liking my tears away. I can feel the corner of my lips go upwards. The slight smile on my face as his tail wags immensely. I pull the small pup close to me and practically cuddle him.

"Good dog." My voice is hoarse and groggy. It's from all the crying that I've done in past forty eight hours. And for the past forty eight my phone has been going off. Has my body moved to go answer? Not one bit.

People are going to think: "Where's his fiancé? What kind of spouse would do such a thing?" Well to my understanding more divorce parties are planned than weddings. More divorce papers are being signed than adoptions papers to save a child's life.

But who cares right?

Everyone wants their own happy ending but when I strive to get mine...

It falls apart.

"Taehyung?"

My body doesn't shift the slightest when I hear Jungkook's voice. The only male friend I ever really had in my life. He was there for me even after I kissed Y/N. In my defense I didn't know they were a thing. Jungkook was one to keep secrets from me but that relationship shouldn't be a secret to me. But we're grown now and we learn from our mistakes. I remember the day Yoongi came home so happy telling me Y/N was pregnant.

He was telling me how much he's gonna spoil the baby and give every last penny he had to the child.

And here comes the tears.

My nose settles into the fur of Yeontan and my chest tightens. More tears roll down my cheek and my cries are muffled by the clothes.

"Crying looks bad on you." I don't spare Jungkook the glance when I feel him sit on the edge of the bed. "It really ruins the whole Gucci god model type." I try my hardest not grin at his remark. Jungkook has always known how to put a smile on my face regardless.

"You're dog looks cuter than you right now. I would date him instead of you."

I raise a brow at him and brig my head up slightly.

"Yea fuck that sounded wrong but you get my point." He sighs and suddenly pulls me up. I carefully place Yeontan to the side as my head is rested on Jungkook's shoulder. His cologne is front and I can feel his damn biceps.

"Listen, if I'm being honest here, I didn't want to come over here in the first place. My baby mama forced me out the house to come talk to you while she had a girls day."

Well fuck you too—

"But, I'm glad I did knowing that you weren't at the police station for them to interview you. They will come regardless and may even take you by force but if you want Yoongi back you have to—"

"Y/N was the my first ever kiss." My words come out, shushing Jungkook completely. I can see the shocked look in his eyes as I slowly look up. Meanwhile my face is blank as a brand new book.

"We were in the moment and I could feel her eyes drawing me in. Then when I heard you two kinds had a thing, I was fine; nonchalant."

Jungkook was tense the more I continue on. "But when I even have the smallest fight with Yoongi, I feel like hell; my heart no longer able to seeing the sight of him upset with me."

Jungkook stays silent while I feel myself ready to break down again. I try to stay strong by regardless my vision is blurred by my tears.

"I really wanted to be there for him but I—"

I choke up on my words. The pain of even speaking about it being too much. I've always been the one hurt is most of my relationships but now I'm the one hurting myself. Jungkook's arms wrap around me and pull me close. I don't pull away though, I embrace it and curl up.

Kim Taehyung was a confident bisexual male ready to take on the world but Taehyung is a cry baby, puppy-loving boy.

The duality between the two still confuses me and it's the same fucking person?

"Taehyung..."

It's not Jungkook's voice this time trying to comfort me.

"TaeTae, where are you sweetie?"

It's my mother.

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"What do you mean they let her go?!"

Hoseok watches as Namjoon curses under his breath. He's sitting in his office; pictures of Jin and his loving family displayed in different parts of the room. Namjoon loosens the time around his neck and places the phone down.

"I just got a phone call saying they let Park Soo-young out of lock up. Due to lack of evidence and fucking sense these dumb assholes let her go." Namjoon groans and sits down.

Hoseok's jaw locks and he let out a heavy sigh. He looks over at the board; strings and pictures attached. Yoongi's picture on their along with Joy's. Then he sees the question marks on the board as well.

"Well that only gives us more of a right to investigate her." Hoseok stands to his feet and walks over to the board. He starts to think of every possible scenario that could have went down in the store that day. Memories flash in his mind about that moment that he quickly flashes away.

"Did you do a perimeter check of every store that was close to the store?"

Namjoon stands up from his seat and over to the file cabinet. "Yes and these are these are the people we interviewed." Namjoon passes the file to Hoseok; opening it immediately.

"Pass me Chelsea's file again." Hoseok stretches out his hand and he hands it to him. He places Chealsea's file next to the people that were interviewed. He's looking for anything and anyone that could be a lead.

"Well, Taehyung is a disaster."

Jungkook walks into the room with three ice lattes and a dozen donuts. Namjoon looks over and him and his eyes widened.

"What's with the hair, cherry boy?" Namjoon teases.

Jungkook chuckles and places the food down carefully. "I just wanted a new look that's all. Plus fourth of July is coming up and I wanted to get festive." Jungkook smiles widely; feeling giddy and excited as he gets to spend another fourth of July with you.

You two always spent it together. Even if you two were having issues you wouldn't pass up the opportunity to watch the fireworks and light the sparklers.

"Sometimes I wonder if you're really Korean." Namjoon scoffs and reaches over for a donut. Jungkook does the same until his face lands on a page Hoseok was scanning.

"Is that..."

Hoseok looks up as Jungkook tries to get a closer look at the picture. He could identify those green orbs from anywhere.

"I know this girl. She's Chelsea's twin sister."

Namjoon and Hoseok both look at each other with a worried look. "She said she had no relation towards her; telling us it could be coincidence that there last names matched."

Jungkook shakes his head and points to the picture. "When I told her that Chelsea died she had a full blown break down. She texted me how she cried for days. Plus you can obviously see that they're related somehow."

Jungkook looks directly into Namjoon's eyes.

"Trust me on this one."

Namjoon crosses his arms. He thinks for a while before grabbing his jacket. "Well are you two just gonna stand there?"

Hoseok stands up straight while Jungkook fixes his leather jacket. Hoseok grabs the pistol from Namjoon's draw. "Hey, hey, we don't need this."

"Yes the fuck we do." Hoseok grits out. Namjoon can see the fiery burn in his eyes. He can see that Hoseok was dead set on getting Yoongi back and nobody or anything was going to stop him.

"If I find out this bitch has Yoongi, she's dead."

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