Looking at himself in the mirror, Taehyung eyes every single inch of his face, from the mole under his eye, to his lower, slightly plumper lip. He places his hands on the sink in front of him, lowering his head with a groan as he flutters his eyes close, the exhaustion from the night before clear in his muscles.

With a jolt, Taehyung steps away from his sink, stepping out of his bathroom to walk into his kitchen before he decides that he needs not to stay in his home: he needs to get out. Get out before the walls of his home cave him and trap him before he can run.

He strides over to his desk, grabbing his keys, the keys making a chingling noise as he fists them in his hands, holding them securely. He pulls his long coat from his coat rack and slides out of his home, the door slamming shut behind him.

Taehyung sighs a sigh of relief as soon as the door clicks shut behind him.

He is running on no sleep, constantly awakened the night before with thoughts of Jungkook running crazy in his mind without consent, harassing him for hours on end – and he's growing sick of it.

The near kiss the night before was stupid. And Taehyung's not ready to ruin Jungkook's life just because he couldn't control himself. No, it isn't going to happen. At least not now. That's the best Taehyung could do, the best he could try to reason with himself.

Eyes dark and tired, Taehyung stands up straight, pulling on his coat properly, straightening the labels of his formal coat, craning his neck to the left, to the right, hearing his bones crack a little. A groan of satisfaction escapes his lips as this happens, but the feeling feels so good afterwards.

Taehyung then stalks forward, his mood dampened from his tiredness. No, he's not ready for the day before him, and he hopes that it won't come to the point where he'll have to scream at someone's stupidity. Taehyung is no one to mess with, especially if he hadn't got his precious beauty sleep.

He sighs, rubbing his forehead before he pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes closing, feeling the familiar burn of sleep lusting him to walk back into his apartment and crawl back into his bed. But Taehyung would be anywhere, anywhere apart from the solace of his own home.

Where his thoughts got the best of him.

Being alone could make you think and do crazy things. And Taehyung, by God, is he known to be crazy. And craziness, is something that Taehyung is not ready to show, not yet. He's awaiting to perfect moment to show the world how crazy he can get.

Some would describe him as the devil. Well, the tabloids already did. So why not be something people keep saying that he is? He found no fault in being a bastard to the public, actually, the Young CEO found it to be quite amusing.

He feels in control.

Control is something Taehyung drools over, and would happily get on his knees to sign a contract with the evil empire just to have. Because having control means to have things in your favour. But to have control, money and power must be also within the grasps of his nimble fingers – and Taehyung is fortunate enough to have it all.

He lives a lavish lifestyle, with all the things that people can only dream of. And still, he craves something more than all of that. He craves the extra mile, and Taehyung's willing to do anything to just be able to touch it. Touch him.

But yesterday was too far, Taehyung let his feelings and emotions get the best of himself, and for that one moment. That moment of utter destruction, Taehyung lost control for the first time. For the first time in a very long while. And he didn't like that. He didn't like the fact he was distracted, because it then put himself and Jungkook in even more danger.

The person involved with Jimin's case was near to them both. And Taehyung just let it slide. He let the man slip through his fingers just because he was distracted by making sure Jungkook was safe.

No, he didn't regret prioritising Jungkook, and his safety. He regret losing control over his emotions so much to the point that he also lost the person that could potentially lead them to Jimin.

Taehyung sighs once more, before he decides it's time to walk over to the elevators. He has to get to work, and he couldn't be late, otherwise Eunha would be coming for his throat. Taehyung walks in slow, but long strides, the distance from his apartment to the elevators shortening because of his lengthy steps.

He presses the elevator button, waiting for it to come up, tapping his feet as the seconds pass. Taehyung feels around for his phone in his pocket, realising that he doesn't even have it. And he groans out loud, quickly rushing back to his apartment to grab his phone, the elevator would take a while anyways since he lived pretty high up in the complex.

Upon return to the elevators, the doors slide open just in time, and out steps Jennie, his neighbour that he finally got to know the name of the night before. She doesn't see him at first, too distracted by fixing the bags in her hands, which seem to be full with different groceries.

It's only when she steps out, and looks up that she sees Taehyung.

"Hi Taehyung," she starts, placing her bags down to have a conversation with Taehyung.

Once more, Taehyung is not bothered to engage in a back and forth conversation with the girl, but seeing as she probably needed a break from holding those heavy bags, Taehyung decided to go along with her conversation, replying with a dull, "hello Jennie."

"You look so tired," she blurts out, before she can stop herself. Her cheeks tint red as she slaps her hands over her mouth, eyes wide as Taehyung tilts his head at her inquisitively. "I'm so sorry," she starts, she shame clear in her voice. Taehyung can't help himself, and the corners of his lips raise in a small and short smile, "is it that obvious that I haven't got a wink of sleep?" He asks.

Jennie blushes even more at Taehyung's playful tone, and answers, "you look like you've been dragged through the mud." Taehyung chuckles loudly, "well then, there goes my chances of trying to look good today," and he says sadly, eyes flickering with a little bit of mirth.

She pauses for a second, wondering if she should utter the next few words, and decides that she should, especially if she wanted to get to know Taehyung better, "well, is there any reason why you couldn't get a good night's sleep," she asks, looking up at him with hopeful eyes, hoping that he answers her, and doesn't just brush her off.

Kim Taehyung is seemingly, well, with what the newspapers, tabloids and online articles say about him, is a highly private person, with only a few close friends, those being Jung Hoseok and Eunha, his assistant and right hand man. But Jennie knows, she knows that there's more to Kim Taehyung then what everyone else has to say about him. And that's because she's seen many people in her life, those who had stayed with her, and left after getting to know her.

Taehyung opens his mouth, pondering on the question he's been asked, and truly, he doesn't know what takes over him, but before he can speak, the words tumble out of his lips like word vomit, his tongue rolling in mouth, his expression a mere grimace after the words had been uttered, "recently a friend of mine went missing, you probably heard about it online and my ex-husband and I, we've been forced to see each other often, and that isn't an issue, honestly but the problem is that we ended badly: I cheated on him. And the guy that's missing, Jimin, is the man that I cheated on him with. And now everything's a mess."

Jennie's eyes a wide in shock at the information (that, in her opinion, is more than enough) that Taehyung has just told her.

Before she can speak a word, Taehyung apologizes, his eyes sincere, "sorry for ranting, it's just that no one really asks the big CEO money guy how he's doing, so...I took my chance," he laughs slightly at the end, trying to get Jennie comfortable with him again. And it works, because Jennie smiles reassuringly, "it's okay Taehyung. I'm glad that I can be of help to you. If it's not too much to ask, can you come into my apartment? I can make you a cup of tea, and we can talk about this further."

The offer stands in the air, wafting around Taehyung's mind. In all aspects, he should be driving to work. But the mere thought of sitting down with someone who is truly genuine (that's what Taehyung thought about Jennie so far) and just talking looks so much more better than sitting in a silent, lonely office with his thoughts killing him on the inside.

He looks at his watch, before smiling, "I've got some time to kill." Jennie chuckles, picking up her bags, Taehyung noticing the effort she takes in picking up her groceries, takes the bags off of her hands, but not without protest, "no, no, it's fine Taehyung, give them to me."

Taehyung dodges her small but strong hands grasping at the bag handles, and says, "it's the least I can do, especially since you're going to be making me a cup of tea, let me help."

She soon starts to stop fighting Taehyung for the bag and smiles gratefully, turning on her heel to walk to her apartment, which was a few doors down, across from Taehyung's. He watches her intently as she digs into her purse, pulling out her keys, the decorative key chains jangling back and forth as she sticks the metal into the lock, twisting it.

Pushing open the door, she allows Taehyung to walk in, "it's not much, since I haven't had time to make it more homely, but it's good enough," she announces with a chuckle, shutting the door.

Taehyung looks around, her apartment was an exact replica to his, dull and boring and without life, but with a few changes and more feminine aspects here and there, like a picture frame, a hairbrush on one of the shelves and a flower pot near the large window.

"It's okay, my apartment is just a grey space with a load of things in it."

She directs Taehyung into her kitchen area, watching as he places the bags down on the kitchen island. She thanks him, diving into the bags, starting to put away her shopping, "so tell me, Mr Kim, how did you get yourself in such a predicament?" He notices the playfulness in her tone, and knows she's not being too serious, and so he shrugs with a grin, "what can I say? I was a young twat back then."

"See," she starts, "I never met a cheating man that can admit that," she glorifies with a laugh, opening her pantry to slide a can of chickpeas onto one of the shelves.

Taehyung hands her a tin can of tomatoes and pasta, which she takes into her hand, her fingers skim his skin, he doesn't take notice of this, and instead replies to her comment. But Jennie does, and a blush dusts across the apples of her cheeks. She couldn't help herself, Taehyung is a very attractive man, and now he was standing in her kitchen, helping her put away her freaking groceries for god's sake. What are the odds of that happening to anyone?

"I never meant to cheat on him," Taehyung mumbles, to which Jennie tilts her head, "what? Did you just fall and accidentally slip into Jimin's bed?"

The mere harshness of Jennie's words fly straight to Taehyung's mind like arrows with burning fire on the ends of them, and he sighs, "there's no excuse for doing something like that to someone, especially if you love them so, so much," he drifts off, and Jennie notices how Taehyung goes into a deep thought, eyes sparkling, before he snaps out of it, "but, you know I was...a bad person, I've changed. It took so much work and pain to get to where I am right now...but I can't shake the feeling that something is missing, and that something is what I had all those years ago, but don't have now."

Jennie feels for Taehyung, noticing his sadness. They say the richest men of the earth walk this land with everything that the poor cannot have, and yet they have the insatiable desire to grasp the only thing that the poor have between their fingers. And that's genuine feelings, whether that be happiness or love.

She looks at him, and slowly shuts her pantry door, walking over to his side, leaning over to switch the kettle to boil some water, "I think it's finally time for that cup of tea? No?" She says, and he smiles with a nod, appreciating the fact that Jennie had noticed that he no longer wanted to talk about his own past.

They stand in silence, and Jennie waits a moment before saying, "I understand what you mean." She speaks softly, almost a little too soft, so soft that Taehyung barely hears it in the first place. He waits for her to elaborate on her words, and she does when she sees that Taehyung makes no move to reply to her.

"I don't want to get too much into it, it's a long and complicated story. But sometimes, knowing what kind of past I've had, it feels so surreal to sleep and to live in this apartment. Every time I unlock this door, and walk in, I feel like it's not mine. I feel like this house is someone's that's not me, I feel like I'm trespassing. And then when I sleep in a bed that's not a makeshift one on the floor with a few pillows and a thin blanket it makes me feel like all of this is a dream."

Taehyung scans her face, noticing how she looks almost distraught.

So the two were more similar than they thought.

He doesn't know what to say in her presence, but he knows that the silence of his words are much better than anything he can say in that moment, because no matter how much he did understand, at the same time, Taehyung also didn't.

Because everyone has a different story, and no one needs to comment on a story that isn't theirs, no matter how much they want too. And that's why, Taehyung remains silent until the loud beeping of the kettle goes off.

Jennie snaps back into reality, taking a deep breath, "Jimin was a beautiful soul, really nice. It's unfortunate that he lived like that," she suddenly says, switching the conversation back to Taehyung's current situation.

At first, the comment breezes past Taehyung, and he only nods, "he was–" but then he pauses, eyes narrowing as he watches Jennie drop two teabags into two mugs, she turns to him while pouring the water in, "is there a problem?" She asks when she notices how Taehyung was looking at her, tan face turning dark but pale with an expression she couldn't read.

"Why are you talking as if you know Jimin? Do you know him? Or anything that happened to him? Tell me what you know?"

Jennie's eyes widen as Taehyung starts to wildly question her. She nervously places the kettle down, "I'm just assuming that he lived you know, and that he has a beautiful soul."

Taehyung gulps, his tongue wetting his suddenly dry lips, before he takes his bottom lip in between his teeth, biting down softly, he doesn't say anything. His eyes dark, and slowly beginning to intimidate Jennie. And just like that, his walls came skyrocketing up, his suspicions clouding around her.

He didn't buy it. At all. How could one assume that someone lived like that if they didn't even know them? It didn't make sense.

What is the context to like that?

As much as Taehyung wanted to dig deeper and ask, he knows that he'll get nothing out of Jennie if he continues to intimidate her, and he'd rather have her trust him, and feel safe around him. She knew something, and Taehyung knows she does. No matter how long it takes, he'll get it out of her, for sure. For Jimin.

He smiles, "he did. His personality was amazing. And his laugh was so addicting. He is such a good friend."

Jennie feels a breath of relief wash over her like a cool, refreshing wind, and her tense shoulders drop, and she says, "I'm sure of it Taehyung. Especially if he was in your life, I can tell he was a good person. Even your ex-husband. I know he's a gem."

Taehyung smiles fondly, Jungkook.

"Good people are always addicted to bad things," Taehyung mumbles, thinking about all the bad things he's done to Jungkook nearing the end of their marriage.

"But bad people can always change," Jennie says, swirling the metal spoon in the tea, watching the water change to a deep red.

Before Taehyung can reply, his phone me starts buzzing, he digs it out of his pocket, picking it up, "hello," he sighs, already knowing that Eunha is on the other line, ready to grill Taehyung for being extremely late, even though he prided himself for his punctuality.

"You are crazy if you think that I am happy with you Taehyung! Where are you? You missed the meeting with the executive committee! And Jungkook is here! He's been waiting for two hours you imbecile," Eunha hisses down the line.

Taehyung's heart thuds at the mention of Jungkook sitting in his office, waiting for him, and he curses himself for having such stupid thoughts like that in broad daylight.

"Alright, I'll be there."

He puts his phone back into his pocket, looking at Jennie apologetically. "It's fine Taehyung, we can have tea another time, go," she says, upon noticing his expression. He smiles and leaves. Jennie watches him, and watches the door slam behind him. She frowns.

That was close.

***

Jungkook awakens early the next day...it's not like he slept a wink anyways. Sighing, he turns his head slightly, looking at the body lying beside him. He stares at Mark's face, and all of a sudden, it's like, he doesn't even recognize the man he's in a relationship with. His lips, his nose, his eyes and his cheekbones, they're all the same of course, but to Jungkook, it doesn't feel familiar enough, like it does with T–

He stops himself. No. He must not succumb to those thoughts. Jungkook is happy with Mark. Very.

Sliding his legs away from the duvet covers, Jungkook steps onto the cold, wooden floors, shivering a little as his body grows accustom to the morning air. He wastes no time in grabbing his towel and under garments, heading into the bathroom for a long and well deserved steaming hot shower.

As soon as the water touches his muscles, he groans a groan of relaxation.

Jungkook heads out of the shower after a while, and avoids looking at Mark as he gets ready for the day. Pulling on his clothes, grabbing a pair of shoes and dropping his phone into his coat pocket.

Sighing, Jungkook cleans up his house a little bit, opening up the blinds, and windows.

He writes on a post it note:

Had to head out early, I'll buy you breakfast on the way back. See you soon my love x

And sticks it onto the fridge, that is adorned with many fridge magnets and pictures of the two. The two were just so so in love.

Jungkook stares at one of the photos longer than usual, and sees himself, Mark at his side. The two had gone out to eat with friends, god the way Jungkook had drank more soju than he should have. He had gotten so drunk that he awoke the next day sleeping on the breakfast counter with his t-shirt for pants and trousers for a makeshift top.

A little smile curves its way onto Jungkook's lip.

Yes, he truly is happy with Mark. And he wouldn't change it for the world. Not even if the world was a man named Kim Taehyung, not even if the world was those alluring dark eyes with the asymmetry and plumper than plump lips. Yes, Jungkook is happy. And nothing could change that, well, that's what he's trying to convince himself.

With a sigh, Jungkook heads out.

He doesn't want to see Taehyung, but he knows he must, especially if the two wanted to figure things out like they wanted too.

The drive to Taehyung's office doesn't take long, Jungkook's mind already having memorised the route to his workplace. He parks his car in the underground garage, and when he steps out he can't help but notice how his car seems almost like it's... underdressed? Compared to all the other cars in the parking lot. He sighs when he remembers that most of the employees that work under Taehyung have the chance to buy new addition cars, unlike other simple workers like Jungkook, for example.

He heads up, thankful that he doesn't bump into anyone at the lobby. But he reaches the main receptionist desk, standing at the front of it, staring down at the girl clicking away on her computer. He clears his throat.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

On the third time, the girl lifts her head, "yes?" She asks, pushing her glasses up her nose bridge with her index finger. She couldn't have looked older than thirty, but with the wrinkles underneath her eyes, her quirky dress sense and the myriad of white strands in her hair, she had the power to look in her fifties.

"I'm here to see Mr Kim. Kim Taehyung."

It felt odd addressing Taehyung like that, knowing him for so long and yet suddenly he was calling him "Mr Kim" to strangers, but it had to be done.

The receptionist sighs, "do you have an appointment?"

Jungkook shakes his head, to which she replies, "I'm so sorry, I'm afraid I can't let you go up there. You must have an appointment with Mr Kim. Would you like me to set an appointment?"

Now its Jungkook's turn to sigh, "go ahead," he says, tapping his fingers impatiently on the large desk. She clicks away on her computer, the only sound in the hallway. Jungkook takes this time to observe the hallway, from the ceilings to the floor, everything looks lavish as could be, as if this wasn't a workplace but a hotel. A grand hotel.

"I have one two weeks from now," she speaks up after a while. "What?" Jungkook says in disbelief. She nods, almost as if not being able to read the emotion on Jungkook's face, "two weeks from now, Mr Kim is free for a short period of time and I can book you in for that time."

Jungkook shakes his head, "I'm better off going to his house to see him, I'd rather just sit in the lobby chairs and wait for him or Eunha, is Eunha in?"

"One moment sir," the receptionist  types once more, "she's in sir, but currently in a meeting filling in for Taehyung. You can sit here, I'll email her and she can come down when she's free," Jungkook nods, taking a seat in one of the armchairs, relaxing his body.

After a while of waiting, Jungkook checks the time, it's almost been two hours. He sighs, and tips his head back, eyes closing.

The ringing from his phone jolts him awake, he quickly answers it when he sees that it's Mark, "baby? I thought you'd be back with breakfast?"

Realization dawns upon Jungkook, as if it had just hit him across the head with a brick, "oh Mark," he mumbles softly, "I thought I'd be back right now but..." Jungkook struggles, should he? "But work is just chaotic right now, and I'm afraid I won't be able to come home...not until my shift ends that is."

It's just a little white lie.

It won't hurt anybody.

Well, it always starts with a little white lie. Careful Jungkook, before you spin yourself into a web and become the innocent fly trapped in a bigger spider's web.

"Oh..well that's alright then, I'm going to head out to work, love you," Mark finishes off, and hangs up before Jungkook has the chance to reply. Jungkook stares at his phone, and with a sigh, places it back into his coat pocket. He'll sort that out when he gets home.

"Jungkook?"

He looks up to Eunha, who is walking out of the elevator, a stack of files in her hand, he stands up, straightening out his coat, offering her a small smile, "Hey Eunha," she smiles back, walking over to the receptionist and handing her the files, speaking to her a little while before heading over to Jungkook.

"I got Sarah's email but I didn't think you'd actually wait, what are you doing here?" Eunha asks, getting straight to the point. Jungkook shuffles on his feet at Eunha's sudden straightforwardness. But, "I came to see Taehyung," leaves his lips after a while. "oh, I don't know why I questioned it," she laughs a little, "come on up with me, you can wait in Taehyung's office."

The two of them head into the elevator, Eunha swiftly pressing a button with her perfectly manicured finger, and the doors slowly shut. It's always been a little awkward between the two of them since they met, probably because of the fact that Eunha was Taehyung's best friend, and knew most of their history – from Taehyung's part, of course.

"He's never usually late, his punctuality is actually perfect, I'll give him a ring once we're up there," Eunha's words break Jungkook out out of his thoughts, and their awkward silence. "It's fine, I have nowhere to be anyways."

Lie.

I called in sick for work today anyways.

That's what Jungkook should have added to the end of his sentence, but he bit his tongue. Skipping work to see Taehyung? Lying to his fiancé? Jungkook is entering a dark road without any street lamps, but doesn't know how to stop himself.

They enter the top floor, where Taehyung's large office is, and Jungkook enters it without Eunha. Suddenly, without Taehyung here, he feels out of place, like he shouldn't be wandering places he was unfamiliar with. He sits down, one leg crossing over the other, his stature slightly straight, posture perfect. He felt...small. Like a child waiting to be scolded by their headmaster.

Jungkook swears he can hear the clock on the side of Taehyung's wall ticking louder and louder with every little movements it's hand makes. It's the simplicity of Jungkook simply being in Taehyung's office, a place where Taehyung is daily, and yet, he can't help but feel that it's all so complicated.

He closes his eyes, he can imagine Taehyung sitting at the front of the desk, working away, typing on his laptop, before picking up his pen and taking it in between his lips, squinting his eyes at the screen before click, he presses the pen down and begins to write on a piece of paper. He imagines it's a note, reminding himself to do something later.

Before he can stop himself, Jungkook drifts off, sleep drugging him, and taking over his senses.

"Darling," Jungkook smiles, entering Taehyung's office, a container full of milk cake in his hands. Taehyung looks up from his notes, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his index finger, smiling when he sees his husband, Jungkook.

"Hi doll, what are you doing here?"

His deep voice sounds like music to Jungkook's ears, the genuine smile dancing on his lips and the twinkle in his eyes, Taehyung was truly happy to see his husband. "Well," Jungkook starts, shrugging off his coat and placing the container down on the desk, "I finished work earlier, and decided to make some of your favourite milk cake to surprise you at work," he says, walking around to kiss Taehyung swiftly on the lips.

"Mmh, more," Taehyung groans, fingers reaching up, grabbing the back of Jungkook's head to keep him in place. Jungkook responds just as easily, helping Taehyung to stand up, the two manouvering slowly, lips locked.

Jungkook was now pressed against Taehyung's desk, the edge of the desk, cutting into his back, Taehyung, pulling away takes a hold of Jungkook's bottom lip, biting down on the plump flesh, drawing blood. Jungkook hisses, but makes no move to push Taehyung away, and instead slides himself up, to now be seated on the desk.

Taehyung's fingers slide up and down Jungkook's inner thigh in a teasing manner as he begins to kiss Jungkook's sweet spot which only has the younger begging for more. He chuckles darkly at the younger's desperate tactics, before using his hand to wrap around his slim neck, pressing down harshly, "tell me how you want it," he whispers against Jungkook's skin, teeth grazing his supple flesh.

He moans, "I want it bad," hands rubbing up and down Taehyung's back, feeling his muscles underneath his blazer.

"Well," he starts, "wake up."

"Huh?" Jungkook draws back in confusion.

A hand shaking his shoulder wakes him up, and his eyes flutter open to the sight of Eunha, "sorry to wake you, but Taehyung's here, he's just in the elevator right now." Jungkook shakes his head, "no it's fine Eunha, thank you." She smiles and leaves the room.

God, what was Jungkook dreaming about. Jungkook gasps at the slight bulge in his trousers, pressing his legs together painfully, and pulling down his coat to cover the bulge.

"Jungkook, sorry to keep you here," Taehyung's smooth voice enters the room, and Jungkook's body stiffens, a blush on his cheek as he turns to take a look at Taehyung. He clears his throat, "n-no need to apologize," he says, almost in a whisper.

Taehyung shrugs off his long coat, throwing it to the side carelessly and Jungkook expects Taehyung to take a seat in front of him, at his desk, but instead, takes the very close seat next to him, which, after the dream that Jungkook had, made his blush turn scarlet.

"What's up?" Taehyung asks Jungkook, hoping for a response. Jungkook doesn't know how to respond, fingers bunched up into a fist on his thighs. "Jungkook?" Taehyung questions, reaching out to place his hand over Jungkook's hand. A gasp falls out of Jungkook's lips, his fingers burning with the sudden contact from Taehyung's soft and delicate fingers.

"..I, um, well I figured that we should talk...about the note that the person left yesterday," Jungkook says, clenching his eyes tightly, trying to ignore the strong unfamiliar feeling that was bubbling in his stomach. Taehyung sighs, nodding, and stands up, finally giving Jungkook some space, "you're right," he starts, pacing back and forth a bit, "I've been thinking about it for a while and I think that whoever was out to get Jimin is going to be keeping an eye on us for a while."

At the sound of being watched, Jungkook's breath hitches, "so...we need to be put in a situation where the person messes up?" Jungkook asks, reading Taehyung's facial expression. Taehyung nods slightly, "I don't know their next move," he sighs, sitting back down, slightly crouched, eyes closed from tiredness, "but when they do, and they make a mistake or mess up their plan, that's when we need to take advantage of the situation."

"That's stupid Taehyung, we can't simply wait around for them to make the first move. That way, we'll never get out of this game. We need to be one step ahead of them, I'm saying we should report this to the detective."

Taehyung remains silent for a moment, "it's difficult. So, so difficult to know what to do. Jungkook it's not safe for you to be in that house alone." Jungkook scoffs, "so what do I do? Suddenly up and move, where would I even go?"

Live with me.

"Where would Mark go?" Jungkook finishes off, and at that, the thought in Taehyung's mind vanishes as quick as it came.

"We'll tell the detective, I'll ask Eunha to fill in the others and to call up a meeting, you're right, it's the best thing to do," Taehyung says, in a tone that almost sounds like defeat. He stands up, circling around his desk to sit in his chair, opposite Jungkook's.

Jungkook is left wide eyed, "that's it?"

"What do you mean that's it?"

Jungkook slowly stands up, "well...I don't know," he starts off, taking a step towards Taehyung, "I thought maybe you'd have more to say," he finishes, now standing next to Taehyung's chair. Taehyung slightly turns, and looks up at his ex husband. "What would you like me to say?" Taehyung asks slowly, playing the words from his tongue delicately like a pianist, playing a song of a fairy. Jungkook scans Taehyung's eyes, looking for something, just a tiny bit of reassurance that they'll get through this together.

Instead, Jungkook reaches downwards with his hand, running his fingers through Taehyung's fluffy locks, "you always looked better with your hair down Taehyung, not to the side," he whispers, before turning on his heel and walking out.

And Taehyung can only watch Jungkook leave, every bone in his body screaming at him to stop his ex husband, and yet, he remains still. So still.

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It's been like three months since my last update...I'm sorry.
I might as well give all of you an explanation, it started off with a two week break because of exams, and then my boyfriend at the time cheated on me so we broke up and then ✨depression✨. So I stopped updating but recently I just got the urge to write so here's to updating again YAY.

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