The night bores on for Jungkook, as he takes little sips of the warm mug of tea that he had made earlier on. He sits cuddled up on the sofa, waiting for Mark to come home, seeking comfort from his boyfriend - or rather, anyone that he can find available to him.

He truly regrets his actions earlier on with Taehyung, the heat rising to his cheeks at the single thought of it from his mind. Why did I do that? Jungkook continues to ask himself that question, over and over again, feeling sick at the fact that he couldn't find an answer.

Jungkook watches the Netflix show that he's put on, not really focusing on it entirely, other thoughts occupying his mind, stuck like a parasite. Jungkook can't deny, the last few hours rendered him stressed. The constant thought of Jimin, along with the many, many train of thoughts about Taehyung.

Taehyung and those deep, alluring eyes of his. Obsidian black, you'll rarely ever get to see the twinkle in those orbs. Gloomy nights, often. Jungkook used to tease Taehyung about his eyes. They are asymmetrical, a mole under just the one of them. "Oh you have such emotionless eyes Taehyung! How would I never know if you truly love me or not?" Jungkook would always used to dramatically ask Taehyung that. That stupid question.

Jungkook snorts to himself, feeling his eyes burning.

Stupid Taehyung.

Jungkook should've known the answer all of those years ago: Taehyung never truly loved Jungkook, did he?

Abruptly, Jungkook stands up, the blanket wrapped around himself pooling to his knees. Pajamas disheveled as he places his mug down harshly on the table in front of him, little droplets spilling outwards from the velocity of the action.

He runs on upstairs, and into his shared bedroom with Mark, heading into his closet, the thought of something irking his mind like the worst lyric of a song replaying over and over again. "I know it's here somewhere," Jungkook mumbles to himself, looking all over the place, pushing aside clothes on hangers, getting down on his knees to search the ground.

Jungkook's closet isn't that big, a mediocre one at that, but nonetheless, when searching for something particular, it feels like his closet was the same size as the Buckingham palace.

Jungkook screams out in fustration, "I know it's here!" He screams to himself, pulling at his hair, black locks burning after many harsh seconds of merciless tugging. Sitting on his knees, Jungkook thinks for a second.

What is he looking for?

Nothing much. Nothing but a small little box. An old, battered, cardboard shoe box.

Jungkook sighs, the anger of not being able to find what he is looking for getting to him, tears springing to his eyes as he looks around himself on the floor. All of his belongings in a mess on the ground, shoes scattered everywhere, the little dim light of his closet flicking annoyingly. Running a hand through his scalp, Jungkook uses his fingers to massage it, pretty sure that it is burning red.

And then Jungkook's eyes flicker upwards, to towards the light bulb, that is dying out. His eyes shift, catching onto the only part of his closet that he's kept neat and tidy, the part that he normally never looks through because he simply can't reach. Eyes wide, Jungkook rushes out of his closet, quickly grabbing a stool and placing it down.

Jungkook reaches up, still barely able to reach the shelf, hands stretching. Sounds of struggle can be heard from Jungkook as he continues trying to reach the shelf, and with a groan of victory, Jungkook's fingers clasp onto a box.

Slowly, he slides it out, using both of his hands to lift it, bringing it down to his eye level. A thick layer of dust coated the top, the brown colour of the shoebox having turned green with old age. Jungkook steps off of the stool, hands shaking as he steps out of his closet and into his room, where there is better, more brighter light.

He sits down on the ground, back on his knees as he lets out a ragged breath. Five years it's been since he opened this box. Five years.

Jungkook wipes the dust off, fingers skimming the edges, before feeling opening, where the lid fits on to the rest of the box, concealing the insides. And even though Jungkook wants to keep it that way, something in his mind bugging him to open the box and empty out the insides, gutting it.

Pushing open the lid, Jungkook gasps, the small box filled with so many memories, memories that he had forced to shut out, right to the back of his mind, and to the back of his, until now. He had to relive them all.

With shaky fingers, Jungkook picks up a stack of photos, eyes immediately tearing up as he sees a younger version of himself and Taehyung, arms wrapped around each other, lips locked in a kiss at a makeshift alter with tacky Vegas decorations: their wedding.

He moves on to the next picture, examining this one, it's a blurry picture, but Jungkook can still make out his face, his smile broad as he stands at a random food shop in new York, a drink in his hand. Smiling to himself, Jungkook picks up the next picture, and almost immediately his smile drops.

Jimin.

Oh Jimin. His eyes burn as he recognises the familiar round face, fluffy cheeks, lips stretched out in a smile. His teeth a little crooked. And next to him stood Taehyung.

Heart panging, Jungkook avoids looking at that particular picture for too long, throwing it elsewhere.

Placing the stack of photos down, Jungkook then fishes through the box, seeing random souvenirs from days out with Taehyung. And then, after a while of looking at the random but not so random objects in the box, Jungkook sees a silver glint of something at the bottom.

His wedding band.

Jungkook picks up the ring with nimble fingers, bringing it to eye level, breath heavy. It's still shiny, and it's simple, nothing too out there and big, no diamonds, nothing, just a thin stripe of silver - Taehyung had a matching one, that's all that they could afford at the time, two small wedding rings..

He can't help himself, and slowly, he slides the ring on his finger. Hands outstretched, a single tear rolls down his cheek, and Jungkook turns his hand, rolling into a fist as he brings it to his chest, hugging himself as he feels the familiar pain he's felt all of those years ago.

"Fuck!" Jungkook yells out when the house phone begins to ring out, it's tone shrill, frightening Jungkook. Jungkook rushes to go and picks it up and when he does, the blood in his system runs cold.

And he doesn't know why.

Because all he can hear is heavy breathing down the line.

Jungkook doesn't dare speak, fearing that once he speaks, it will be all over for himself.

With a crack, the lines cut out, and once more, Jungkook is left in the silence.

Heart pounding, Jungkook rushes back to his room, heavily aware of the fact that he's all alone in his house.

Throat dry, Jungkook pushes all of his clothes back into his closet, and switches off the light.

He doesn't dare step around his own room.

What the fuck was that? Was it a prank call? But then again, who'd be calling so late in the night for amusement? Who was at the end of the line? With that heavy breathing, Jungkook notices that the breathing didn't sound forced, like a young buck forcing it out, but rather an old, aging man, struggling to breath.

Goosebumps run down his arms, the hairs on his neck standing up alert.

Reaching for his cellphone, Jungkook does it without even thinking. In a quick second, his phone is next to his ear, hearing the dialing tone. Jungkook pants, chest rising up and down with fear. He doesn't even know why he's scared. The phone call can be nothing. Nothing at all.

After what feels like eternity, Taehyung picks up, "hello? Jungkook?" His voice is groggy and raspy, signalling that he's just woken up from a nap. Jungkook pages around his room, trying to calm his beating heart, "Taehyung. I need you to come over," he says frantic and quick.

Now, Taehyung sounds more alert and awake, "Jungkook? What's happened?"

Rubbing his throat, Jungkook says meekly, "I, well I found something that could give us a lead...and I was originally going to tell you about this tomorrow but.." Jungkook trails off, not knowing whether or not he should mention it to Taehyung.

"But?" Taehyung softly urges, and Jungkook finally feels his fast heartbeat slowly start to calm down. "But something happened and I just...god, I need you to come over," Jungkook begs.

Without another question, Taehyung says, "Jungkook, sit tight, I'll be right there."

Taehyung slams his phone down, standing up from his desk. Rushing, he quickly grabs his car keys and a jacket, not a care in the world that he is still in his home slippers. Sliding on the jacket, and slipping his phone into the pocket of his sweatpants, Taehyung hurried out of his apartment, and down to the elevators.

He taps his feet impatiently, and considers running down the many flights of stairs, but he sighs in relief when he hears a ding, and sees the doors of the elevators push open. He steps in, worry written all over his expression.

At that same moment, a neighbour of his rushes through, just about making it into the elevator. She casts a smile in Taehyung's direction, and Taehyung reciprocates it, although he doesn't really want an interaction with her.

"How are you doing?" She asks, voice soft, as she types away on her phone. Taehyung, obviously wanting to avoid contact with her, sighs mentally, and answers, "I'm doing okay, how about yourself?"

He at least had the common courtesy to have manners.

She nods, putting her phone away, "I'm okay. Is there any reason as to why you're doing out this late?"

Taehyung glances at her, and then back to looking straightforward. He has no idea why she's talking to him, probably trying to be nice, but that's the least of his concern. He just wants to make sure that Jungkook is okay. Jungkook needs to be okay. Taehyung sighs, fingers brushing his black locks, this elevator ride seems like it's going on for days.

"I'm just meeting up with a friend," he says, giving her a small smile. The girl, with her modernly dyed hair (two strands at the front dyed blonde, with the remainder of her hair brown) does the same, tucking a piece behind her ears.

"Well then, it was nice talking to you, I'm Jennie," she reaches her hands outwards, and it's only then that Taehyung dawns upon the realisation that all of these years staying in this complex, and he hadn't asked her name.

Jennie chuckles lightly at Taehyung's wide eyes, and awaits for him to take her hand that is stretched out. Taehyung eyes it for a moment, and then takes her hand, feeling her soft fingers tighten around his large hand, "I'm Kim Taehyung," he replies, looking into her slanted eyes.

The elevator door dings, and opens before Taehyung can get a proper read of her. Jennie turns her attention to the doors that are sliding open.

"I know who you are Kim Taehyung," she says, walking with him to the reception of their complex. Taehyung raises his eyebrows in question, a slight smirk dancing on his lips - suffice to say, he's interested in her now, "oh yeah?"

"Of course! You don't just appear on every magazine and not get recognized, do you?" She says playfully. Jennie walks to the front doors rather than to the car park, and before she leaves, she turns once more, "I'll see you around Kim Taehyung," she says, with a wink and a grin.

Taehyung watches her leave, in a peaked interest, before he realises the main task to be getting too. Jungkook.

The seriousness back in his body, Taehyung finds his car, and gets in, driving mindlessly to Jungkook's place in the night.

His grip on the steering wheel is tight, and he's focused, eyes trained on the road, not in the mood to turn on the radio to "calm his nerves", something that Taehyung often found himself thinking when he was in his car, although the cringe pop music that would play never ever calmed his nerves.

Taehyung likes the olden day songs, the soft, or classical ballads; not the western ones though. Not the rock ones, not the English ones. No, none of that sort. Taehyung enjoyed listening to the songs of his hometown, South Korea - and he thought that his taste in music is implicit.

He smiles to himself, remembering a memory of himself and Jungkook, arguing about who's music taste is better. And Taehyung thought, clearly his, because Jungkook liked to listen to the worst pop songs ever to exist, and yet, Jungkook has the brain (and voice) of a lyrical mastermind.

Stepping on the speed, Taehyung hurries to get to Jungkook's home, hoping that nothing out of the extreme had happened. It was only a few hours ago that Taehyung had dropped Jungkook off home, and watched him enter his house, and now he is driving back with worry, his every bone on alert.

Jungkook has to be safe.

Taehyung swerves through the empty lanes of the roads, seeing the odd car here and there. His reckless driving causing the odd cars to beep at him, some often giving him the finger, or cursing at him, he witnesses these through the rear view mirror.

"Why does his home have to be so far away?" Taehyung curses, his grip on the steering wheel becoming momentarily tighter, as his knuckles turn white. In reality, Jungkook doesn't live that far away from Taehyung, he just feels like Jungkook does because out of all times, this time it feels like it's taking hours to get there.

Finally, Taehyung turns upon Jungkook's street, the lamppost-less dark street, the only light is Taehyung's headlights. He struggles to see, but nonetheless, parks in front of Jungkook's home.

Turning his car off, Taehyung rushes to get out, grabbing his necessities in a haste, before he runs to Jungkook's front door, knocking.

When Jungkook doesn't answer, he knocks once more, his foot tapping on the ground impatiently, the worry rising more and more in his mind. "Come on Jungkook, open the door," Taehyung mumbles to himself as he knocks on the door once more, this time a little louder.

Again, no answer. So Taehyung pulls out his phone, dialing Jungkook's cellphone, bringing his own to his ear, waiting for Jungkook to pick up. He waits and waits, until the phone goes to voicemail.

Taehyung's eyebrows furrow as he looks at his phone. Now, his worry hit the ceiling, and he knocks on the door, but this time, it's almost banging, "Jungkook!" He shouts, "Jungkook, open up! It's me Taehyung!"

His voice echoes our into the empty street, and like before, there's not reply from Jungkook.

Taehyung steps backwards, to look up at Jungkook's windows, and notices that no lights were switched on at all. Is Jungkook even home at all? Taehyung finds himself asking as he walks up to the door and knocks again. Sighing in fustration, Taehyung runs his hands through his hair, thinking about his next step.

And then his eyes catch onto a strategically placed plant pot. Taehyung grins a little, and crouches down, huffing a little as he moves the slightly heavy plant pot to the side. And in the dark of the night, he sees a silver glint of a small house key laying on the ground. Taehyung picks it up with his nimble fingers, sighing in relief as he unlocks Jungkook's door, thankful for the younger's stupidity.

Seriously, who leaves a spare house key underneath a plant pot, especially in this day and age where the risks of dangers were too high.

Taehyung steps inside, and unlike before, the first time he had stepped inside of Jungkook's home, it isn't warm, but rather it is cold, and Taehyung is hit with a wave of it, like someone has poured a bucket full of ice water over his head and now he's drenched in it. Taehyung shuts the door softly, and calls out Jungkook's name, but he ears no respond.

Searching for the light switch, Taehyung finally finds it, and turns on the hallway light, his tense muscles relaxing as he's not in the dark no more. He looks at the stairs, and steps on one, "Jungkook? It's me, Taehyung!"

His voice echoes up the stairs, into the seemingly empty house. And yet again, there's no reply. So Taehyung pulls out his phone, and dials Jungkook once more, but this time, now that he's inside the house, he hears a ringing coming from upstairs. Taehyung impulsively heads upstairs, finding the room where the sound was coming from the loudest.

Taehyung stands in front of the door, and considers knocking, but he chooses not too, and instead, with his palm, pushes open the door.

His eyes are met with the sight of Jungkook, sitting on the floor with his knees pulled up to his chest, rocking back and forth as he hugs himself, crying, in the dark. Taehyung runs to Jungkook, falling onto his knees in the process, but he ignores the searing pain in his knees, and embraces Jungkook, whispering sweet nothings into his ears.

Jungkook immediately is wrapped up in the embrace of Taehyung's, already feeling his muscles relax and the tense feeling of his nerves undo themselves slowly as Taehyung strokes Jungkook's hair, trying his best to calm the younger down - this proves to be successful because with a sniff, Jungkook pulls away from Taehyung.

Taehyung has other ideas, and instead, cups Jungkook's face, pulling the younger in close to inspect Jungkook. Jungkook whimpers, feeling nervous under the dark, darker than night, gaze of Taehyung's. When Taehyung sees that Jungkook is not hurt, he lets the younger go.

"Are you okay Jungkook?"

Jungkook nods, shivering in the dark, "yes. Thank you for coming over Taehyung, I really appreciate it," Jungkook says, fiddling with the loose threads of his pajamas, feeling extremely weak and vulnerable. The shame of Taehyung catching him in such a state is evident on his cheeks, because of the rosy blush that occupies them, and Jungkook thanks the gods that it's too dark for Taehyung to see.

"Why did you call me over?" Taehyung asks Jungkook, now rubbing his knees as he processes the pain slightly, wincing. Jungkook's mouth falls open, "oh! I'm so sorry," he apologises in embarrassment, head bowed in shame. "Why are you sorry?" Taehyung chuckles as he continues to rub his knee.

Jungkook motions towards Taehyung's knees, "well, you fell over trying to get to me, and now you're in pain," he says, voice in tiny as he mumbles. Taehyung laughs, ruffling Jungkook's hair with his hand, "it's okay Jungkook, that's not your fault, I was just in a haste to get to you since I was worried."

Jungkook nods, cheeks burning as Taehyung moves away. Why was Taehyung treating him like they were still kids in college? Ruffling my hair like we're kids, Jungkook huffs, crossing his arms with an angry pout playing on his lips.

"It's a bit dark in here," Taehyung mutters, and Jungkook realises that he's been sitting in the dark. "Oh, sorry, my bad," Jungkook says, standing up to switch on the lights.

Taehyung's eyes burn as the sudden light invades his pupils, and the dilate in pain. He closes his eyes tightly, waiting for the hot second of tingling to leave, before opening them again. Jungkook chuckles at Taehyung's act, already feeling at ease with the older.

Taehyung notices the few pictures strewn across the room, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out who was in the pictures. Jungkook clears his throat, noticing what Taehyung is looking at. His cheeks are no longer tinted red, and he motions towards one of the pictures, "that picture, over there, is why I called you over."

Picking it up, Taehyung's eyes scan it. It's a picture of four people. He looks at himself, or well, the younger version of himself and smiles.

Jungkook doesn't get to the point, allowing Taehyung to at least have a moment to remember before he explains.

Taehyung sees how happy he looks and feels envious of his past self, looking at how it wasn't the camera flash to cause the twinkle in his eyes. In the picture, Taehyung his facing slightly towards Jungkook. Taehyung's heart flips as he looks at Jungkook's younger self. God, he's beautiful, still is, Taehyung thinks to himself as his thumb traces over Jungkook's face.

Jungkook is facing Taehyung, lips in a pout, clearly wanting to kiss the older, and Taehyung chuckles as he remembers the day clearly now. He and Jungkook went on a date, and met with Jimin.

Jimin is also in the picture, as well as one other person that Taehyung recognises but can't remember the name of.

Taehyung stares more closely at Jimin, and sees that Jimin is not smiling properly, he just has the corners of his lips raised, but his eyes are also twinkling. Taehyung doesn't know why, but at the sight of the boy, his own lips raise.

Jungkook watches, and then when he sees the confusion on Taehyung's face, he says, "don't you remember who the fourth boy is?" Taehyung looks up to Jungkook, shaking his head no. Sighing, Jungkook walks over to Taehyung's side, he takes the picture and says, "that day we met up with Jimin and his boyfriend, at the time, Min Yoongi."

Hearing the name roll from Jungkook's tongue, snaps a lot of memories into Taehyung's mind, "ah yes! I remember Yoongi!" He shouts, clearly proud of himself for remembering. Jungkook rolls his eyes, "and it's not just that, they were still dating if I remember, the two were dating when you and Jimin had sex," Jungkook brings up the topic without a care, and doesn't realise that Taehyung's smile has fallen, a guilty look in his eyes.

Jungkook continues to explain his theory, "I think, if we track Yoongi down, we'll be able to find at least someone from Jimin's past that we didn't know of. Surely Yoongi would be able to give us some information that could help us, I mean for god's sake-"

"I'm sorry," Taehyung blurts out, cutting Jungkook off.

Jungkook looks at Taehyung with confusion, "for what? You didn't even say anything," Jungkook says, placing the picture down. Taehyung nods, "I'm sorry for cheating on you, with Jimin."

The younger's mouth falls open in shock, the sudden words of Taehyung confusing him momentarily, before he collects himself and mumbles, "oh no it's fine, what's done is done, we can't go back now can we, anyways-"

Jungkook tries his very best to brush the subject off, but Taehyung takes no notice in what the younger is trying to do, and instead takes his hand on his, rubbing his index finger, the one without the ring on it, "no Jungkook, it's not fine. I need you to know how sorry I am.. you didn't deserve any of the pain I brought to you, and now you're with Mark and-"

Pulling away from Taehyung, Jungkook snaps, "yes, yes I am with Mark, and that should prove to you enough that I am done dwelling on what you and Jimin did to me in the past. Apologies can only come if something has changed, and you can't change anything that's happened Taehyung. So don't apologize. Just don't."

The but I've changed remains on the tip of Taehyung's tongue, but he doesn't say it, and instead nods, speaking a sombre, "I know."

After a while of silence, Taehyung sighs, "so what happened that left you in a crying mess?" He brings up, to which Jungkook stealthily avoids Taehyung's eyes.

Now, thinking back on it, Jungkook is beginning to think that he simply overreacted. The call could have been from anyone, and Jungkook just blew it out of proportion just because he felt alone in his home, and felt on edge. Jungkook rubs his arm up and down, looking at his pajama clad thighs, "um...it's nothing don't worry about it."

Taehyung, narrowing his eyes says, "it's not nothing if it left you shaking like Bambi on ice, and don't even try avoiding this. Even if you think it's stupid, tell me," Taehyung orders, forcing Jungkook to look at him by placing two fingers underneath his chin, lifting Jungkook's face up.

Jungkook sighs, knowing that he can no longer avoid talking about it. And he fears that saying it out loud will only force him to look more stupid than he already does, what with the way Taehyung had found him, and now his stupid theory that someone involved with Jimin had called him.

"I-uh, I got a phone call," Jungkook starts anxiously. "Yes? By who, tell me," Taehyung urges Jungkook to continue, dark eyes scanning the younger's nerve wracked face. "And all I could hear down the line was heavy breathing, so I got scared. And before you laugh in my face," Jungkook rushes out, looking at Taehyung's blank expression, "I thought it was someone to do with Jimin's case and that's why I got scared okay. I know it's stupid. But I'm still a little bit tipsy and I'm all alone so it's justified," Jungkook finishes off. 

Taehyung smiles a little, "I understand."

"I–, wait you do?"

Taehyung nods, "it's only natural that you'd be scared if anything out of the ordinary was to happen. Especially when stuff like a person going missing, and all that bullshit is happening, I understand Jungkook," Jungkook doesn't reply, he only nods, and to this Taehyung adds, "you're not stupid. And don't ever think that anything you say, or do is. Because it's not. And so help me God, Jungkook, anytime you need me, I'll be there."

Jungkook looks up into Taehyung's eyes, and the words are stuck in his throat as he's trapped into those two tornados. Jungkook can see the storm swirling in Taehyung's dark eyes, and he feels like he is stuck in a trance. The energy reaching out from his eyes so powerful, and so dominating that Jungkook can't help but submit.

"Thank you," Jungkook whispers gratefully, turning away before Taehyung could get any closer.

Clearing his throat, Jungkook stands up, dusting himself up as he clears up some of the pictures, leaving out the one with Yoongi in it, so that Taehyung can inspect it further.

Taehyung averts his gaze from Jungkook.

He can't stop staring at the boy.

Everything about Jungkook had changed, and yet, whenever Taehyung stared into those doe eyes, he could still see the thin, short younger Jungkook, who didn't even know the world was actually a big bad wolf, instead of a cute innocent grandma.

Picking up the picture, Taehyung also stands up, stretching his legs a little bit, feeling a cramp form on his calf, "so this Yoongi can be a lead?" Jungkook nods, cleaning his room a little bit before Taehyung can truly notice the mess that it is in, "yeah, and it would be amazing if Yoongi had stayed in Jimin's life after the incident, it would tell us so much. We just have to hope for the best," Jungkook speaks, handing Taehyung his car keys that slipped out of his fingers on his way to embrace Jungkook.

Taehyung takes them thankfully, "thanks, but before we can even think about asking Yoongi questions about Jimin, we need to find him," Taehyung begins, "do you know where he works or lives?" At that, Jungkook stands straight, trying his best to think of an answer, but just like before, he hits a dead end, "no. But I'm sure we'll find something. I'll ask old college friends, try to find his social media and track him down," he says, to which Taehyung nods.

"Yeah, that's a good idea. We can ask questions like how long Yoongi has known Jimin for, and anything he knows about Jimin," Taehyung adds simply watching Jungkook move about, in and out of his closet, cleaning up.

"That's the whole idea of it Tae," Jungkook's muffled voice comes out of the closet.

Taehyung freezes when he hears Jungkook call him by his nickname. Clearly, Jungkook hasn't realised either, because he's still talking about the possible lead on figuring out the context to Jimin's life, but Taehyung pays no attention to that, and instead goes over the moment of hearing his nickname flow from Jungkook's mouth.

His soft voice, Tae, he called out. Not Taehyung.

The simple nickname brought Taehyung back to a time where he and Jungkook were happier, and young, and careless. And everything good in life. He... Jungkook called Taehyung by his nickname. He couldn't process it, his mind still in shock as he doesn't know what to say or do.

Jungkook continues to speak, not realising the sudden silence from Taehyung, "yeah and that's why I believe Rosé can help us. She works as marketing too, but in a different branch to me, she works mostly on social media, so even if we can't find Yoongi's, Rosé can most likely help us, don't you think Tae?"

Again.

He called me Tae again, Taehyung's stomach flips as he hears the nickname again. Cheeks heating up a bit, but not enough for a visible blush.

Jungkook frowns, and walks out of the closet, he walks up to Taehyung, who is staring into space. "Taehyung? Hello? Anybody in there?" He waves his hand in front of Taehyung's face.

And that's when Taehyung notices the silver band on Jungkook's slim, pale, slightly red at the knuckles, finger. Their wedding ring. Specifically, Jungkook's one.

"You totally just spaced out on me there, did you even hear what I said before? Aaaaand you're doing it again," Jungkook says with a sigh as he notices that Taehyung's attention is not on himself but on his hand. "Seriously Taehyung! What is that interesting on me hand that– oh," Jungkook pauses when he lifts his hand for them both to see, and realises that he's still wearing the ring.

"You're wearing it," Taehyung whispers, stepping slightly closer to Jungkook.

Jungkook immediately feels the room's temperature rise as Taehyung enters his personal space. And suddenly, he's aware of everything going on around him, and in front of him. The twitch of Taehyung's lips, like he's itching to say something. The way his eyes are zoned in on the ring on Jungkook's now shaking hand. The way his hair falls perfectly into his obsidian eyes.

He doesn't reply to Taehyung, throat dry and no words to speak.

Taehyung takes another step forward, bringing Jungkook's lifted hand closer, and closing it into a fist so that Taehyung could inspect the ring further. Jungkook's eyes flutter close at Taehyung's touch, feeling the unwanted tingles rise from his core.

Bringing Jungkook's hand to his lips, Taehyung presses a soft kiss on the ring, the cool metal on his lips. Jungkook sighs in a little bliss, not knowing what or when the situation turned into one where he and his ex husband were this close.

"Taehyung," Jungkook whispers, eyes still closed in fear that when he'd open them, he'd see a sight that wouldn't allow him to have control of the feelings inside.

"Open your eyes Jungkook," Taehyung whispers, holding Jungkook's hand close to his lips. Jungkook can feel the soft, warm breath of Taehyung's on his fingers, and it starts to drive him crazy. Jungkook shakes his head, "Taehyung I'm scared," Jungkook admits, voice low, almost in a whisper too.

Taehyung pulls Jungkook in closer, earning a small whimper from Jungkook as he hits Taehyung's body flush with his own.

Reaching up to feel Jungkook's silky black hair, Taehyung looks down at Jungkook, there wasn't that much of a height difference, but to Taehyung, he still liked to tease Jungkook about being short.

"You have no reason to be scared," Taehyung reassures, his nimble fingers feeling Jungkook's ear, the boy in front of him panting quietly, body shaking – not from fear, but from something else.

No, Jungkook isn't scared of Taehyung. Taehyung's never given Jungkook a reason to be scared of him. But rather, Jungkook is scared of himself, and what he'd do with Taehyung.

"Open your eyes Jungkook," this time, Taehyung is more assertive, voice deep, demanding, but still quiet. But it's enough to bring out the submission in Jungkook, and slowly, Jungkook's eyes flutter open to look at Taehyung in front of him.

Taehyung tilts his head, loving the way the familiar feeling of Jungkook's body felt against his. He almost groans in satisfaction at the familiarity of it all. He moves his fingers from Jungkook's hand to feel the scar on Jungkook's cheek, eyes hooded, lashes that pointed downwards resting on his upper cheekbones.

"You're so beautiful," Taehyung whispers, leaning downwards.

The sound of Taehyung's smooth like silk voice flows into Jungkook's ears, causing the younger to shudder uncontrollably as he meets Taehyung's eyes once more.

"How could anyone not love you Jungkook," he continues to praise and compliment Jungkook, causing Jungkook to blush deeply.

Sparks rushing to his lips, fingers shaking, breaths ragged and broken, almost as if he's struggling to control the beast inside of himself, Jungkook's missed this. Missed this feeling of pure passion. Missed Taehyung. It only took being in Taehyung's presence for a couple of hours for Jungkook to realise how mundane his life has been without the older.

Jungkook breaths out deeply, shaky fingers reaching up to trace Taehyung's soft and plump lips, feeling the pillowy pinky inner before grazing the slightly tougher outer parts of his mouth.

Taehyung groans, the heat seeping to the pit of his stomach as his hand makes its way to Jungkook's curved waist, gripping his toned stomach tightly as Jungkook continues to feel the face he's longed for so deeply.

And Jungkook knows how wrong this is. Wearing the ring that labeled his former marriage with Taehyung, standing in the room that he shared with his new lover, yet so close to his old flame – oh god, Jungkook knows how wrong he's supposed to feel, and yet, that prying feeling of guilt isn't there.

How is he supposed to feel guilty when being with Taehyung just felt so right?

"Taehyung," he starts, voice a soft whisper, "we can't do this," he says, as Taehyung cups his face, bringing less space between the two. Taehyung shakes his head, "I don't care," he replies, voice raspy, deep, quiet and simply beauty to Jungkook's ears.

Jungkook holds Taehyung's wrists, somehow tugging Taehyung even closer than before in the process, "Taehyung," he calls out once more, "I'm still a bit–"

Taehyung strokes Jungkook's cheek with his thumb, lips parting as he stares at Jungkook's ones. His lips that were also parted, and glistening, practically inviting Jungkook in, "I don't care Jungkook," Taehyung says once more, and he begins to lean in even more.

Surprisingly, Jungkook does nothing to stop it, and instead, watches and scans Taehyung's face as it comes closer to his own, and before he knows it, Jungkook's fluttering his eyes close, awaiting for the feel of Taehyung's lips on his own.

Taehyung licks his lips once more, the pressure, the suspense of it all. Five years. Five years and now he's going to experience the thing he's been dreaming to do.

The temperature of the room sky rockets once more as Jungkook feels Taehyung's breath fan against his lips, only a millimeter of space between the two. Not even a tiny dust particle could fit between the space the two created for each other.

Holding Jungkook tightly, like if he was to loosen his hold, Jungkook would simply slip through his fingers like liquid gold, Taehyung leans his forehead against Jungkook's, "I fucking missed you so much," he groans out, earning a quiet whimper from Jungkook.

Jungkook cannot comprehend the crazy thoughts running through his mind, all in a frenzy apart from one. One single thing that seemed to keep him sane: Taehyung.

"I-," Jungkook begins, trying to figure out the best thing to say but he can't. Taehyung's presence becoming too much for him to handle. His comforting scent, his large hards, his dark eyes, Jungkook couldn't handle it. He couldn't handle the way his heart is beating rapidly against his ribcages, beating to get out of the restraints they kept him in.

Who knew, after five years, the two would still be able to affect each other like this?

"You don't have to say anything Jungkook," Taehyung says, and he leans down, ready to capture Jungkook in the first heart shattering kiss they've shared in a while.

But it doesn't come.

The smashing sound of glass erupts from outside, and a car alone starts to go off, causing Jungkook and Taehyung to jump away from each other in a fright.

Taehyung knows who's car it is, his. And he rushes towards the window, to peek outside of the blinds to make sure. As he's doing that, Jungkook places a hand on his beating heart, to try and calm himself down, his cheeks red and body burning up – and no, it isn't from the temperature of the room. Come to think of it, Jungkook's room is stone cold, freezing, and yet here he is, fanning himself behind Taehyung.

Frowning, Taehyung's eyebrows furrow, "it can't be," he mumbles to himself. Jungkook, regaining his composure asks, "what is it?"

Taehyung turns around, "I think someone just smashed one of my windows," the way Taehyung speaks is too calm for Jungkook, who's no staring at the older wide eyes, like the last few moments hadn't occured. "What?" He shrieks, rushing to the window to check, and sure enough, Taehyung's car is the car that is beeping, headlights flashing. Jungkook can barely see from the top floor, but the sight of a broken window is still visible.

"I'm going to go check it out," Taehyung says, walking out of Jungkook's room. In a rush, Jungkook follows, pulling on his robe as he runs after Taehyung, "wait!" Jungkook says, gripping on Taehyung's hand just as he reaches the stairs. Taehyung turns around, pulling his hand out of Jungkook's hold, "yes Jungkook?" He asks with a sigh.

"The person who did it could still be there! It's dangerous Taehyung!" Jungkook says, eyes wide with desperation.

First the phone call, and now Taehyung's car window being smashed? Something just isn't making sense, and slowly it is starting to freak Jungkook out.

"Jungkook, trust me, I'm just outside your house, I'll be fine," Taehyung replies to Jungkook's worry, and then turns to walk. He reaches the bottom of the stairs, and opens Jungkook's door, leaving.

With a groan, Jungkook follows after Taehyung, grabbing his keys, and shutting the door behind him. As he rushes to Taehyung's side, careful to not step on any of the glass shards, Jungkook gasps, noticing a brick on the drivers seat.

"I don't even live in a bad neighborhood, who could have done this?" Jungkook asks, more to himself than to Taehyung. But Taehyung still hears this and replies with, "yes but there are bad people everywhere Jungkook, I thought I told you that."

Jungkook sighs, feeling sorry for Taehyung. Taehyung's car is a beaut, and as his own car is his baby, Jungkook can only imagine how Taehyung might be feeling. Jungkook steps forward a little bit, peering into Taehyung's car to take a better look.

There were a few glass pieces on the seat surrounding the brick, and Jungkook sighs, crossing his arms on his chest as he looks back to Taehyung, who's still frowning.

Taehyung notices something in his car. A white piece of paper sticking out from under the large, slightly chipped at the sides brick. He steps forward, eyebrows furrowed, the glass crackling under his feet. "Taehyung what are you–"

Jungkook is cut off when Taehyung reaches into the car, sticking his hand through the broken window carefully, trying his best to not snag clothing or skin of the sharp glass as he is pushing the brick up gently with one hand. His suspicions are clear as he sees the white sheet, and then he takes his hand out of the window, and decides to open his car door instead.

He moves the brick once more, placing it perfectly back to its spot on the seat. Taehyung wouldn't have to do this if it wasn't for the insurance company and the proof of a brick being thrown through his car window.

Picking up the folded piece of paper, Taehyung shuts his car door, moving back to Jungkook, showing the folded paper to Jungkook. Jungkook's frown deepens as he hears Taehyung say, "whoever did this to my car left a note," and he hands it to Jungkook.

Jungkook takes a hold of the paper, noticing how it's slightly yellow and lined, with a specific notebook brand stamp on the corner. "Well, what does it say?" Jungkook says. Taehyung shrugs, "you tell me Jungkook."

Taehyung watches as Jungkook slowly begins to unfold the paper. He notices how Jungkook's expression falls, body freezing as the paper slips out of his fingers and on to the floor. Frowning, Taehyung picks it up, and just like Jungkook, his blood runs cold at the sight of the words written neatly on the lined paper:

"Aren't you scared Jeon Jungkook? Aren't you scared you'll end up like Jimin?"

Immediately falling into action, Taehyung grips Jungkook's wrist, pulling the boy, or more like dragging the boy to his home. He takes the keys from Jungkook's hand, unlocking the door, and pushing Jungkook in. Before he shuts the door, he looks around at the street, before slamming the door shut, locking it after.

Turning around to Jungkook Taehyung pulls the still shocked boy in a hug, hands crumpling the note by accident, "don't leave me," Jungkook whispers shakily against Taehyung's chest. Taehyung's chest rumbles, "I'm not leaving you Jungkook..I'm never going to leave you again."

After a while, Jungkook pulls away, stepping into his kitchen, in desperate need for a cold glass of water. Taehyung simple follows, not speaking, for he's scared any words spoken, and Jungkook will just break, shattering into a million pieces.

Gulping down the water quickly, Jungkook takes in a deep breath, "the person was speaking directly to me," he says, making Taehyung look up. Taehyung nods, handing the paper to Jungkook, which Jungkook accepts. He looks at the paper, thoroughly inspecting it, "he told me I'd end up like Jimin," Jungkook adds, to which Taehyung also nods, but this time he steps forward, "you're not going to end up like Jimin."

"How do you know that?" Jungkook asks, voice loud, but still weak. Taehyung walks around the kitchen countertop, taking Jungkook's hands in his, "because I'll protect you with my life Jungkook. I'll make sure of it," Taehyung says, adamant on the fact.

Shaking his head, Jungkook sighs, "we have to find this person. This is proof that Jimin was taken."

Taehyung agrees, "we have to tell Detective Lee, I'll call him tomorrow."

Shaking his head once more, Jungkook says, "no. We have to show the group first and tell them what happened, so they know what the note looks like, it could help us in the future. We'll take pictures of it, and make sure their fingerprints don't contaminate it, and then we'll call detective Lee."

Taehyung only nods, agreeing with whatever Jungkook sees fit.

After a while, Jungkook rubs his temple, "I don't know Taehyung," he starts with a large and heavy sigh, causing Taehyung to turn to him and take his hands in his own, pulling him closer, "if this is only the start, I don't know him going to deal with the later," Jungkook voices out, the stress clear in his tone.

Taehyung traces the tattoos on Jungkook's fingers, before he reaches up, tucking a piece of Jungkook's long, ear-length black hair behind his ear, to get a better look at those doe eyes, "we'll deal with it, together."

Jungkook stares up at Taehyung, only nodding in response to the older's words. He doesn't know what to say, still, very obviously, shaken up at what's happened moments before. The whole night's been too long for Jungkook, every little thing causing him distress.

The sound of the door unlocking causes Jungkook and Taehyung to jump away from each other like they've both been burned with a fire, and a very confused Mark walks in too his kitchen, which is Taehyung's cue to leave.

"I'll take my leave now, it's nice to see you Mark," Taehyung smiles before he walks out, the front door slamming shut.

"Hey baby, what was he doing here," Mark asks, pulling Jungkook in for a hug. Jungkook's arms slowly reach up to wrap around his boyfriend as he shakes his head, head immediately thinking about the moment he and his ex-husband shared in their bedroom.

Jungkook couldn't help but wonder, what if the brick hadn't been thrown through the window? What would that have meant for Taehyung and Jungkook?

"Nothing," Jungkook mumbles, "nothing at all."

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