"Did Taehyung just kiss his cheek?!" Hoseok screeched, Jin immediately becomes alert his eyes squinting as his eyes follow a tall red-faced boy walk away from another mint haired male.

"Ah, they do look like high school lovers, which one is Taehyung?" Jin smiles slightly, but he noticed as he focused on the brunette that was walking he seemed to be gritting his teeth together as if holding back, no. Was that a regretful action?

"The one with the long fingers, that's our boy."

The said boy shovels his hands into his pockets, head lowered, shoulders slumped-

"Fuck. I should seriously be a psychologist."

Hoseok grimaces.

"Good lord, why?"

Jin clicks his tongue, flicking the side of Hoseok's head.

"He's clearly not happy with what he just did, where you even looking at him?" The male ruffles his hair, smiling in a sheepish manner.

"I was just in awe, I've never seen Yoongi smile." Hoseok points to him, his mouth still agape in shock.

Jin stares at the mentioned male who stood grinning like a madman, clapping his hands like a child. It was amusing, how someone could look so happy and in love.

He was once like that, love brings pain but doesn't it hinder happiness too?

"I see why."

Hoseok hums, he blinks a couple of times to try and wake himself up. It was 5 am on a Sunday morning, they had walked far to get here, skipping breakfast to do some grade A stalking, trying to play cupid's game.

"Fucking hell." Hoseok shudders at the fearful tone of Jin, it didn't help that they were in such an enclosed location; behind a tree, and the area itself was rather isolated.

"You don't think..."

Jin laughs nervously, nudging the other male's arm. Hoseok scrunches
his nose, grimacing.

"You better not be busting out another dad joke I-" Jin rolls his eyes as he cups his palm over Hoseok's mouth, eyes deadlocked onto his.

"Yoongi's in love with him, isn't he?"

Hoseok's eyes widened once again, he gulps.

"I think we're going to have a problem, Yoongi never gives up on something he has his eye on."

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"Jungkook?"

The boy rolled his eyes as he glared at his stepmother as he looked down at her from the staircase she wasn't his mother why the fuck should she care?

"You've hurt your hand!" Jungkook smiled, he held up his bleeding hand to look at it himself. A few shards of glass hand sunken into his skin. Yikes.

He had learnt something new about himself after Taehyung had left him, he'd become an angry drunk. A day drinker. Then again it wouldn't be logical to say that he was left, they weren't together right?

Just halfway. Fuck he said it himself.

"Micah, it's nothing for you to worry about." She nods, worries still etched onto her prettily botched face.

"Did you-"

"I did something legal, nothing for my father or you to worry about, if it's legal it's alright isn't that what this family stands for?"

Jungkook snaps harshly cutting her off, the woman bows her head her frail frame slightly shaking as he walks away.

He walks up the spiral of stairs before him, barging into his room, it's happening again, he's craving the taste of tobacco. He couldn't resort to anything else, Taehyung wasn't willing to be the source of his desire anymore.

"Who could blame him?" The dark haired boy chuckled at his pathetic self.

Jungkook fishes through his bedside drawers, he finds an almost spent box of cigarettes, luckily for him, there had been one left.

The boy opens the door to his balcony, stepping outside into the cool air, the sky was a pale pink. It stunned him at times he was usually unaware of what pretty landscapes he could see, but this seemed especially stunning to him. As the pastel sky reminded him of the faint hue on Taehyung's cheeks the sparkle in his eyes when he-

"Stop it Jungkook." He told himself, pulling out a lighter he flicks it sharply he lit the end of his cigarette placing it between his parted lips.

It didn't feel like it used to though, it didn't feel as good as the heavenly sensation of Taehyung's lips brushing against his, the pleasing little moans that would slip out of him, him just him as a whole, how could this mere stick of tobacco be compared to him?

As Jungkook pulls out the cigarette he inhales the smoke, only to scrunch his nose up in distaste because he was so used to the soft floral fragrance of Taehyung. It was so subtle so sweet, so very... him.

He chucks the thing to the floor, crushing it with his foot as Taehyung once did, fuck why did everything just have a lead to him. Why couldn't he engulf in that bitter taste he used to enjoy so much.

"Why do I crave for you, Kim Taehyung?"