Feeling Taehyung wrapped around his form as soon as his senses crawled back to him from his most peaceful sleep in weeks was truly heavenly.

After they arrived safely at the hostel, Jungkook and Taehyung went to their room and snuggled up in the top right bunk bed. They wanted to do so many things; talk for hours, kiss, just feel one another, fuck all night long. But their exhaustion from the long day they had vanquished their desires, and they were unable to fight it.

It was okay, though, because they knew they had this whole day to themselves to spend it however they liked.

Jungkook withdrew just a notch to marvel at the epitome of beauty and cuteness that was Taehyung. The side of his face was squashed against the pillow and his lips lay open in muted breaths, tangled with just a tiny snore. He could wake up to this image and feeling every day for the rest of his life so damn easily.

He couldn’t ignore the purplish bruise on his left cheek, and fractions of his bliss perished as yesterday’s events flitted all over his head. His father hit him, and Jungkook couldn’t get to him sooner — he couldn’t protect him. The thought that he wouldn’t let anyone touch him again from now on eased his sudden fury and dimmed the blustering images.

Their naked chests were sticky with sweat as the room felt like an oven, but he didn’t care one bit. Even with forty-five degrees outside, Jungkook wouldn’t stop holding him in no event.

Beads of perspiration pooled on his forehead until they dripped down, and that was the push he needed to detach his body from him to reach for the controller for the air conditioner. But the moment he shifted to roll over, the limbs around his form clutched him tighter.

A fond smile exploded on his face as he watched Taehyung’s adorable grimace and how he latched onto him again to glue their chests together. “Baby,” he said, voice hoarse and quiet, and planted a cherubic kiss on his forehead. “I need to turn on the air conditioner.”

Taehyung just whined softly, refusing to give up on his grip on him. A few moments of stillness later, he felt the firm hand on his back glide to his ass and squeeze it so hard it made him squirm, with a yelp flying out of his mouth.

His eyes popped open at the unexpected action, only to encounter Jungkook’s smirking face and heavy-lidded eyes that bore a whirl of promising innuendos. He had missed his roughness as much as he had missed his gentleness, and the single squeeze on his ass was enough to make his length bloat. “If you do that again, you’ll have to fuck me.”

Jungkook’s smirk deepened as he linked their foreheads. He squeezed his juicy asscheek without a second thought, also rolling his hips against him.

Taehyung gasped as another quiver of stimulation ripped through every inch of him. “You’re such a tease,” he breathed out. “But as I said, you have to fuck me now.”

A chuckle slipped through Jungkook’s lips at the eagerness he detected in his bleary eyes. His hand swam across his back and came to cradle his nape. “I’ll fuck you, angel. As many times as you want.” He pressed a reassuring kiss on his lips. “Let’s go freshen up for now.”

Taehyung smiled at the sweet action and stole another peck before he nodded. He slid towards the ladder and descended it, but then halted. “I have nothing with me.”

Jungkook turned on the air conditioner and climbed down from the bed as well. “We have extra toothbrushes, and you can wear my clothes.” He reached for their shirts from the chair and passed Taehyung’s to him.

“But you always wore long-sleeved clothes.”

“I only wore them when I had to leave the room when I was alone. And usually in here I was just with my boxers in the summer.” Jungkook also put on his mask and his sweatpants and turned to Taehyung, but the sight of his twinkling eyes as he bit his lower lip froze him to his spot. “What are you thinking about, you horny baby?”

Taehyung giggled. “Just you walking around in here naked. Was I too obvious?”

“Yes, very,” Jungkook chuckled as he tugged his mask to his chin. He snatched his smiley face, careful not to apply pressure on his left cheek, and punched a kiss on his lips. “Let’s go.”

And they did. They traipsed towards the private bathroom and silently recalled all the unholy memories they lived in there as they freshened up.

Taehyung finished wiping his face, and his eyes zoned in on the prominent bulge in the other’s pants. “Why are you hard?”

Jungkook glanced down on instinct, only to see a similar bulge in Taehyung’s shorts. “Why are you?”

They burst into little chuckles after a moment’s silence, and Taehyung hung the towel on the hook. “I keep thinking about how good you fucked me in that shower.”

Jungkook, all ready as well, caged him into his arms. “And I keep thinking about how good I fucked you in that shower.” He peppered slow-paced kisses along his jawline and suckled his bottom lip. “Do you miss it?”

Taehyung clawed at his hips, rubbing just barely against him. “So much, baby.”

“Hmm, we have this whole day to do anything you want, angel.”

A sudden realization thundered down on Taehyung at his words that widened his eyes and ceased his bawdy thoughts. “Shit, I have to call Seo Hyang.”

Jungkook’s forehead puckered in a frown. “Who’s that?”

“My employee and friend. I have to tell him to open the store an hour earlier since I’m not there.”

“I didn’t know you had more friends.”

Taehyung’s vision narrowed on him at the indecipherable look waltzing on the other’s face, but he brushed it aside for now. “Well, I do. Anyway, let’s go to our room.”

Jungkook strove to secrete his displeasure behind a smile. He didn’t know why the sudden revelation of Taehyung having another friend he hadn’t heard of bothered him. But it snarled his stomach with a vile emotion he hadn’t experienced before, and he hated it.

They returned to their room, and Taehyung swept his phone off the table to call his friend, as Jungkook sat on the chair facing him.

“Hi, Taehyung-ssi.”

“Hey. How are you?”

“Good, you?”

“I’m fine. I had to leave Seoul for the weekend, but I want you to work your shift normally today. Can you go an hour earlier? A client will drop by around four to take the drawing he ordered.”

“Sure, don’t worry.”

“You’re an angel, thanks. I’ll pay you the extra hour, of course.”

That vile emotion in Jungkook’s gut flared and twisted more violently as his brows sank low over his now darkened eyes.

Seo Hyang chuckled. “You don’t have to. I know you don’t have the money.”

“Sorry, Seo Hyang-ah. I promise I’ll do better.” Taehyung sighed as he gripped the back of the chair in front of him, head hanging low.

“You’re already trying your best. I earn money from my drawings on the side, so don’t stress about my paycheck. And you always paid me more when the store did well even if I objected.”

“We’ll get through this. I promise.”

“I know you’ll find a way, like always. How come you left Seoul so suddenly, though? Did something happen?”

“No.” A smile shone on his sullen traits. “Everything is perfect, actually.” He lifted his head to glance at the reason of his content state, but the grimness he spotted in Jungkook’s face hardened his smile with confusion.

“I haven’t heard you say that for so long. I’m glad. See you on Monday then, Taehyung-ssi.”

“Thanks again. Bye.” Taehyung hung up the phone and set it on the table. He examined the bizarre look on his face more thoroughly, but he couldn’t unscramble its meaning. “What?”

“You called him angel?”

Taehyung’s head recoiled in surprise. “Yes?”

“Do you call all of your friends angel?”

“Yes, if they’re so understanding and sweet like Seo Hyang.”

Jungkook huffed and folded his arms over his chest, whisking his eyes away from him.

Taehyung bent over, propping his forearms on the table, to peek at his face. The muscles along his jaw were taut, his lips squashed into a thin line, and his brows knitted together in what seemed like annoyance. A smile pulled at the corner of his lips with a flicker of amusement. “Are you jealous?”

“Yes, I am.”

Taehyung choked on a giggle at the overly lovable pout that spread over the harshness in his face. “You’re so cute.” He wormed his way into his embrace and straddled him. He forcefully unsnarled Jungkook’s arms from his chest and anchored them on his waist. Of course, he was only able to do that because Jungkook didn’t use any resistance. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to move his muscular arms even an inch.

Taehyung draped his arms over his nape and dipped to peck his cheek. “Seo Hyang is like a dongsaeng to me, Kookie. And you really don’t have to worry about any man stealing me from you.”

Any tightness from Jungkook’s features drained away until only a glimmer of gloomy uncertainty remained. He clasped his svelte waist and dragged his eyes up to merge them with his. “Why?”

“Because I’m in love with you, baby,” he whispered and drew a series of delicate kisses on his lips. “Only you. I’m crazy about you. How can I think about another man when I have you?”

While his dreamy words were supposed to obliterate the gloom from his face, they only amplified it and compelled his eyes to swing down again. “Maybe you would be better off with another man, though.”

Taehyung’s expression now matched his sullenness, which even tugged at his eyes, saddening them. He trailed a hand to his cheek and lifted his head. “Don’t say that, Kookie. I know you think I deserve something better, but what you don’t know is how amazing you are. You are worthy of being in love and happy, no matter what your job is. And my heart is already so full of you. I can’t... I can’t let you go. And I don’t want to.”

An unconscious breath tumbled out of Jungkook as he leaned their foreheads together, closing his eyes. He allotted a few moments in simply feeling him — his presence, his warmth, the safety he exuded.

“This is new to me,” he confessed in a hesitant murmur. “For many years, I thought being the best and richest in the business was what mattered the most. Was what brought happiness because I was really happy when I had everything. When I thought I had everything.” He pulled back enough to lay his eyes on him. “I didn’t know I was missing this,” he said pointedly with a gentle nod towards him, “because I hadn’t experienced it before. It makes me so happy, what we have. That’s why I don’t feel like I’m worthy of having such happiness in my life.”

Taehyung cupped his face, brushing his thumbs over his cheeks in caring strokes. “It’s new to me too, Kookie. It’s the first time I feel like I can’t breathe without someone in my life. Without you. You are worthy of feeling such happiness. And I’ll make sure you’ll feel it every day.”

Jungkook erased the space between them, claiming his lips desperately. One hand meshed into his caramel hair and the other pressed him flat against his chest with the same neediness to feel him. He appreciated the strong slide of their mouths and the swirling of their tongues as his senses got intoxicated by his spellbinding sounds.

Taehyung immersed himself in the way he kissed him, reciprocating his fierceness mixed with softness. His heart pounded with the extreme emotions he experienced, and its explosions only grew bigger with every roll of their bodies.

They were alight with passion and seconds away from letting it consume them body and soul. But the distant noise of sirens slowed their movements, and the recognition that they were police sirens coerced them to break apart in shared dread.

“The police?” Taehyung spluttered and hastened to get off him, scurrying to the French doors. He wrenched the curtain aside and stepped out onto the small balcony to peek down the road. The vague sight of two police cars slammed into his vision, and he hurried back inside. “They’re coming here, Jungkook, fuck.”

Jungkook had already taken his two phones and wallet and thrust them into his pockets. He dashed to his closet and dug out a black bag, then turned to Taehyung. “Go back to Seoul. And take this.”

Taehyung accepted the bag that was shoved into his hug with quivery hands. “What’s this? Where will you go?”

Jungkook impounded his anxiousness as he descried the alarm jumping around Taehyung’s harried eyes and his speedy, erratic breathing. He held his gorgeous face reassuringly. “This is cash. It’s all for you, okay? And don’t worry about me, I have an escape route. I’ll call you. Stay safe for me, hmm?”

The consternation hammering Taehyung’s existence pushed a flood of tears out of him before he could even process what was happening. He clung to him, his whole body trembling. “You s-stay safe.” He joined their lips in a powerful, long kiss. “I love you, Jungkook.”

A surprised, blissful breath spewed from Jungkook’s mouth as his vision blurred. “Fuck, I don’t have time to process this now, Tae,” he said, rushed and shaky. “But I think I love you too.” He crushed another kiss on his mouth. “I’ll come to you again. I promise.” His hand lingered on his nape as he retreated, eyes drenched in restive sorrow gazing deep into Taehyung’s crying face.

The moment his hand slipped off his form, he sprinted out of the room and all the way to the stairs. He couldn’t get caught. Not because he cared about ending up in jail, but because he couldn’t lose Taehyung again. He wouldn’t survive it.

Jungkook ascended the stairs two at a time and rammed the door to the rooftop open. He continued running until he reached the edge on the other side and skidded to a stop next to the self-installed, medium-sized locker.

He unlocked it with the key he kept in his phone’s case and pulled out his rappelling gear. He threw the harness over him and secured the two straps around his thighs and the other two around his shoulders.

Rappelling was so fucking complicated, he had thought the first time he tried it years ago, and it took him many attempts to grasp the way it worked and remember all the steps correctly.

He prepared his gear in haste, mumbling the steps to himself as it had been a while since the last time he did this. He double-checked all knots, hitches, locking carabiners, and glanced down the alley to make sure both ends of the rope he tossed were on the ground.

He tugged on his gear, checking the hook on the anchor point attached to the rooftop. He wrapped his hand on the rope, adjusted a few things, and began lowering himself. He fed the rope through his rappel device steadily as he trudged backwards down the wall.

The building thankfully wasn’t that high, and with controlled, normal-speed moves, his feet soon touched the ground. He unbuckled his harness and dropped it, then dashed to the black SUV that was at the end of the alley, blocking the entrance.

He yanked the back door open and dove inside. The car raced away before he even managed to shut the door, and he lay on his back once he did, his breath erupting harshly from him.

“Why the fuck are the police here?” Seokjin, who was currently driving as fast as legally possible, asked.

“I don’t fucking know,” Jungkook breathed out. The scattered fragments of his composure gradually fused with the realization that he was out of danger now, and he straightened his posture.

Namjoon, sitting in the passenger seat, typed away on his laptop and soon accessed the police’s radio.

“Room thirteen clear.”

“Room fourteen clear.”

They silently listened until all twenty rooms were declared clear.

“We see rappelling gear on the alley, sir. He already escaped from the rooftop.”

“Search the whole damn island!”

“Okay, we thought about how you’ll escape, but where the hell will we hide now?” Namjoon asked.

“We have to get out of here.”

“How, Jungkook?” Seokjin veered right into the narrow road to avoid CCTV.

“Can we find a helicopter?”

“We can, but it’s too dangerous to leave now,” Namjoon said. “We can only leave at night.”

“Then we have to find a safe place to hide until then.”

“What if I just park somewhere?” Seokjin suggested. “The windows are tinted. They don’t know our car, and we’ll change the plate in a bit.”

“Yeah, let’s blend in,” Namjoon agreed. “It’s better than trying to hide.”

“Okay. How will Yoongi come to us? What if they monitor the hostel?”

“He’ll find a way to make them lose him,” Namjoon said. “He’s the best in these things.”

“You’re right.”

“What about Taehyung?” Seokjin questioned.

“He was so scared... I gave him my bag with money and told him to return to Seoul.”

Namjoon twisted around to aim an appalled look at him. “You gave him the whole bag? It has over two million won in there.”

“We make more than a hundred million a day, Joon,” Jungkook scoffed. “That money was nothing. I just didn’t have more with me.”

“Poor boy will be shocked when he counts them,” Seokjin said with a chuckle, shaking his head. He found a quiet place with no CCTV and pulled over. “Joon, the plate.”

Namjoon stepped out of the car with the new fake plate already in hand. He slid out the current plate and secured the new one, then returned to his seat.

“I’ll drive for about an hour to get as far away as we can. Just to be safe. And then I’ll look for a place to park.”

“Here.” Namjoon put his phone in the holder with the maps on display. “You can avoid CCTV if you follow this route.” He turned on the volume of the police’s radio when he heard Yoongi’s name.

“He said he hasn’t seen Jeon Jungkook and knows nothing about the rappelling gear. All the employees said the same.”

“What about the CCTV?”

“We got a copy. Min Yoongi said there are cameras only at the reception.”

Namjoon huffed. “Do they really think we’re that dumb? I’ve already deleted all the footage with Jungkook, assholes,” he sneered, making a moue of pure mockery at the screen of his laptop.

Seokjin giggled at his unexpected cuteness. That man always amazed him in ways that had him melting.

“What do we do with them, sir?”

“Nothing. We can do nothing. If you took their statements, return to the station to examine the footage and keep me posted.”

Namjoon lowered the volume, a satisfied smirk dancing prettily on his lips. “We’re good, guys.”

“Thank fuck,” Jungkook sighed. “Should I call Taehyung? He must be worried.”

“No. Wait until we’re completely out of danger,” Namjoon said. “But call your father. If someone can arrange a helicopter to come here, it’s him.”

Jungkook fished his big button type phone from his pocket and called his father.

“Son? How are you?”

“Not good. The police raided the hostel. I escaped for now, but I can’t stay here any longer. We have to come back.”

Hyun Joon groaned at the fucked-up situation. “Shit, why so suddenly?”

“I don’t know, but... some things happened. Anyway, we’ll talk about that in person. Can you arrange to bring a helicopter here? And find us a place to hide in Seoul?”

“Yes, don’t worry. You’ll wait until night, right?”

“Yes. It’s too dangerous to leave now. We’ll just park somewhere and wait.”

“Good call. Don’t get caught, Jungkook.”

“I won’t. We’ll talk again.”

“Bye.”

Jungkook stuffed his phone back into his pocket. His mind sank into overdrive, analyzing the events that took place yesterday and the sudden raid of the police. “This can’t be a coincidence. Someone ratted on me. Kang Soo? Or Mi Sung?”

“Kang Soo knows where you’re hiding for a while now,” Namjoon reflected. “Why would he rat on you so suddenly?”

“So it must be Mi Sung,” Seokjin concluded, throwing a glance at Jungkook through the rear-view mirror.

“Yes. Probably,” Jungkook muttered, sighing in detestation. “That piece of shit. He warned Taehyung to stay away from me. Of course he wants me in jail.”

“And he’s best friends with Kang Soo, apparently,” Namjoon taunted. “He wants to protect him.”

“Fuck, I hate him so much.” Jungkook drove his fist into the back of Namjoon’s seat, startling him. “I can’t believe Taehyung is his son. He’s nothing like him.”

“Well, it happens sometimes,” Seokjin said. “Taehyung is truly an angel. He always chatted with me at the reception when he returned at night with his friends.”

At his words, a question rose in Jungkook’s mind and his need to vocalize it reigned over him effortlessly. “Guys. Is it normal for people to call their friends angel?”

The two locked eyes in bewilderment, and Namjoon turned his head back again, taking note of the hesitation in his expression. “Why?”

“It’s just that... Taehyung called a guy. He said it was his employee and friend. He told him he’s an angel. And I think... I got jealous. No, I was so fucking jealous. For the first time in my life.”

Seokjin smiled, gazing at him through the mirror briefly. “It’s normal, Kook. And you have nothing to worry about, anyway. Taehyung is madly in love with you.”

Jungkook resigned into a long silence — so long indeed that Seokjin found a safe place to park among other cars. Throughout the endless hours they spent there, Jungkook delved into his feelings for Taehyung and strove to comprehend if what he felt was truly love. All he managed to recognize at the end, though, was that it was a newfound emotion that daunted him.

Namjoon went to buy street food for them and three bottles of soju at some point. Thankfully, they had a public restroom nearby, and equipped with a mask and a hat, Jungkook was able to sneak out as well to use it when needed.

His picture was all over plenty of places in South Korea with the words ‘WANTED’ written above it. Now that he encountered one of them after five months affixed at the window of an ice cream shop he had to walk by, he couldn’t help but get depressed again.

He was wanted for a murder he hadn’t committed — for the murder of a poor thirteen-year-old girl. Sure, he had pictured himself killing some of the filthy scumbags he had to associate with because of his job, especially when they incensed him, but that image seemed too atrocious when his nerves calmed.

He just didn’t have it in him, killing people.

He was set on killing Kang Soo, though. Or, actually, he was set on doing that until he met Taehyung. The thought of killing even the man who framed him, afflicted his businesses for a short while, and forced him to live in hiding, didn’t sit well with him anymore. That was a topic he chose not to penetrate further for the time being.

Yoongi’s call around ten at night stirred them from their lying stance, and Namjoon snatched his phone from the dashboard, accepted the call, and put it on speaker. “Where are you?”

“I’m on my way to the location you sent me. Cops were following me, that’s why I took so long.”

“Are you safe now?”

“Yes, don’t worry. I’m twenty minutes away. What about the helicopter?”

“Hyun Joon sent us the location. It’s a building one of his friends owns, so it’s safe. It’s about fifty minutes away if we avoid CCTV. And twenty-five minutes if we don’t.”

“There’s no need avoiding CCTV,” Jungkook said. “We’ll get the fuck out of here, anyway.”

“I agree.” Seokjin nodded.

“Okay. See you in a bit.”

. . .

The four men hurried up the stairs of the private clinic, that was six flights tall, and arrived at the rooftop breathless. They could already hear the distinctive sound of the helicopter approach them, and soon enough it slid into their vision.

The blustering wind it created as it was about to land caused them to duck their heads and position a protective hand over their faces. As soon as they registered the door opened for them, they hastened to get inside. There were four seats lined up, and they secured their belts before they grabbed their headsets.

The pilot’s voice rang in their ears, asking if they were ready. They all replied ‘yes’, and the helicopter slowly left the ground. “We’ll be at our destination in about two hours,” he informed.

And the four friends remained silent throughout the short trip back home, just gazing out the narrow windows.

It would be pitch dark as they approached their destination without the helicopter’s lights that shone over a seemingly endless forest as it hovered close to the enormous trees. The pilot told them they would be landing soon, and they curiously stared at the sea of green beneath them to see where the hell he would land.

Their curiosity mitigated as they detected an opening of space with an isolated house nearby, and they floated downwards until the helicopter stopped with a slight thud. They shed their gear and stepped outside one by one, with the pilot following them after he turned off the engine.

Jungkook located his father sauntering closer with open arms, and he cracked a smile as he met him halfway to get cocooned in his embrace.

“Finally,” Hyun Joon uttered, patting his back. “I missed you, son.”

“Me too.” Jungkook squeezed him once and withdrew.

Hyun Joon greeted everyone with brief hugs and set his eyes on the pilot. “Thank you, Dong Woo-yah. Wait in the car.”

“Yes, boss.”

“He’ll come take the helicopter tomorrow,” Hyun Joon explained, “since it’s late now. Let’s go inside to catch up a bit.”

The four men trailed behind him, nodding to Hyun Joon’s driver, who bowed at their presence, and they soon entered the cozy house.

“This place is safe, so you have nothing to worry about,” Hyun Joon said as they walked into the enormous, plain living room and then settled down on the couches; Jungkook and his father sat on the smaller one and the other three across from them. “The house is heavily packed with food and all the necessary supplies. There are also two cars outside for you.” He took out the keys from his pocket and left them on the coffee table. “Will all of you stay here? Or only Jungkook? What about the hostel? And what happened, guys?”

“Dad. Slow down,” Jungkook sighed. “If my hyungs want to stay, it’s their cho—”

“We’ll stay,” Yoongi cut in, determined.

Jungkook’s eyes slewed to meet his. “Think about it first—”

“We’ll stay,” Namjoon parroted him, and Seokjin nodded vehemently.

Jungkook’s chest bloated with a breath and deflated with another sigh. “Fine. The men we had with us will operate the hostel until all customers leave. And about what happened...”

Jungkook then recounted everything that took place; about Taehyung and his friends, omitting to reveal their actual relationship, about Taehyung’s father who was hiding Kang Soo at his cottage, and about Ji Hoo, who lied to them.

A fog of nonplussed storminess carpeted Hyun Joon’s traits as he worked through everything he just heard. “You... You found Kang Soo and let him leave? Are you fucking insane? You should have taken him to the police to clear your name and then kill him!”

“I can’t just kill him,” Jungkook snarled. “Because I’m not that sure anymore that he did this to me.”

“Son, what are you saying? He did this. I caught a few of his men and they said he set this up.”

Jungkook’s eyes bristled with agitation at the new information. “When did this happen?”

“Two weeks ago. I wanted them to tell me where he’s hiding, but they didn’t know. But they admitted he did this to you.”

“So he lied...”

“Of course he did. What did you expect? You have to take him to the cops so they can convict him, and then you can kill him when they transfer him to the prison.”

Jungkook’s gaze rolled down to the floor. “He won’t admit it, though.”

“Don’t worry about that. There were fingerprints on the body, but the police can’t identify them because Kang Soo’s fingerprints aren’t registered.”

Jungkook braced his elbows on his thighs and gripped his locks. Nothing made sense in his chaotic mind. Ji Hoo and Kang Soo insisted he was innocent, but the more he mulled over it, something finally became coherent. Of course they wouldn’t tell him the truth. Ji Hoo even lied about his father’s location. “Fuck, I can’t believe I let him leave.”

“Yeah, that was a big mistake, son,” Hyun Joon muttered, the grim line of his lips highlighting his discontent. “I’ll deal with Ji Hoo. I’m sure you want him to pay for lying.”

“Yes,” Yoongi said. “Beat him. Maybe he’ll reveal his father’s new location.”

“Okay. Rest well. I have to get back.”

Jungkook gave a small hug to his father before he trudged out of the house. Taehyung wandered in his mind nonstop during their talk with his father, and now that they were finally alone, his eyes tinged with desperation flung to Yoongi. “Give me your phone. I need to text Taehyung.”

Yoongi, knowing how much he despised using his big button type phone and especially when he had to send a text, passed him his phone right away.

Jungkook swiftly typed, ‘Are you sleeping?’ and just a second later, Taehyung was calling. A fond smile cut across his face as he answered. “Baby.”

Taehyung slumped over the desk in his living room with the surge of relief whooshing throughout his body at the heavenly sound of his voice. “Fuck, are you okay?”

“Yes, angel. Don’t worry. Why aren’t you sleeping? It’s late.”

“I couldn’t... You said you’ll call.”

“Sorry for taking so long. I wanted to be completely out of danger first.”

With a steadying exhalation, Taehyung straightened his posture. “It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re safe.”

“How was your trip? You’re home now, right?”

“Yes, I’m home. It was okay. I couldn’t stop thinking about you...”

“Me neither. How much do you want to see me now?”

“You have no idea, baby,” Taehyung released shakily. “I already miss you.”

“Me too,” Jungkook whispered, and for a few moments, he maintained his silence, listening to Taehyung’s slightly ramped-up breathing. “How about you come meet me?”

Taehyung’s eyes flitted wildly as his muscles tensed with confusion and eagerness. “Are you—Are you serious? Where are you?”

“I’m in Seoul, baby. I couldn’t stay on Jeju Island anymore.”

Taehyung lunged into a jerky pacing, flailing his left hand in ultimate exhilaration. “Fuck, is this a dream?”

“No, it’s not,” Jungkook chuckled at his endearing high-pitched tone. “Get ready. Yoongi will come pick you up.”

“Yah!” Yoongi raised his hands at his sides in disbelief as he shot him a what-the-fuck look.

But Jungkook only shushed him. “And also, bring Jimin with you.”

“Oh my God, he’ll be so happy,” Taehyung said in a shrieking whisper. “I’ll text Yoongi my address and call Jimin.”

“Okay. I can’t wait to see you, angel.”

“Me neither.”

Jungkook ended the call, and his eyes stayed glued to the phone with the spacey smile hovering over his lips at the thought of being with Taehyung again.

“Yah, why do I have to go?”

His dreamy bubble snapped at the cruel tone of Yoongi’s voice, reeling in his gaze. “Because if someone follows Taehyung around after what happened with his father, only you can bring him here safely.”

Yoongi found a solid reasoning in his words and sighed. “You’re right.” He grabbed his phone from the table when it beeped. “He sent me his address.” He typed his address into the maps to check the distance. “I’ll be back in about two hours.”

Jungkook felt hyper ecstatic as he watched Yoongi leave. In a couple of hours, he would have Taehyung in his arms again. He would kiss him, feel him, talk to him, even sleep together, if Taehyung wanted it too.

And he would never part from him again.

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I have no idea about rappelling; everything I wrote was with Google's help and I didn't include much details because it would get boring for all of us😅

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