Chapter 1: Rebuilding
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Taehyung lowered his head,
“How many times did I tell you- we have to figure out how we are going to approach these new cases Taehyung!?” He lowered his head to his father, “When was this new case filed?”
“I-I don’t know…”
“You don’t know?” His father shook his head, “I knew it. You are such an-”
“Dad.” Taehyung stopped him, “There was a new case.”
“A new one?” He sighed, sitting back in his seat, “First your older brother- and now you?!” He shook his head, “Both of you are failures.” He stood up,
“My brother?” His father stared at him,
“Seokjin isn’t working out the way I wanted overseas.” His father sighed, “He’s coming back home.” Taehyung’s eyes grew,
“He’s coming home?!” His smile spread from cheek to cheek.
“Yes.” His father looked down, “His fiance is going to be here later today…” Taehyung’s glee quickly dwindled, “Go pick him up.”
“Can’t we hire someone to pick up that homewrecker?” His father’s eyes ran down his son,
“I hate him just as much as you do.” He grew closer to his son, placing a hand on his shoulder. “If that man hadn’t come into our lives- I am sure Seokjin would still be with Yoongi.”
“He’s dead now.” Taehyung’s father’s eyes moved up to his son,
“I know.” He swallowed hard, “But your brother is in love- or so your mother tells me?” He closed his eyes, “She wants you to pick him up-”
“Send the driver or-or I’ll pay for something-”
“It’s not about paying for a car- it’s about showing him… We are still a family- who stands behind their decisions.”
“How was this our decision?” Taehyung asks,
“When you divorced Jimin- who was there for you?” Taehyung swallowed hard,
“He’s still alive-”
“It doesn’t change a thing. Seokjin doesn’t know… and he should never know-”
“That the father to his child is dead?”
“His child is dead as well… there is no use hurting him further.” Mr. Kim sighed, “Your mother already said we won’t bring it up. Not a word.” Taehyung took a step back,
“Are we going to just lie to him-”
“Your brother is weak, like you- like your mother- like me.” He spoke slowly, “Understand, that this is for the best.” Mr. Kim spoke meekly. “I don’t want to see him the way he got when he lost Seo-yun. He-he should at least learn to love what he has now.” Taehyung stared at his father,
“That’s what we will do now?” Taehyung leered, “Lie to him? Until we die?”
“Yes.” Mr. Kim nods, “It’s for the best son,” He moved his hand, holding Taehyung’s face. “Now, go.” Taehyung stared at him,
“Where do I take him?” Mr. Kim turned back facing the wall.
“Where else?” He spoke loosely, “Here. He’s going to be family-”
“Are you going to approve of their wedding-” Mr. Kim turned back,
“What else am I supposed to do Taehyung? You’re brother want to-”
“He’s like- 10 years younger than him-”
“And?”
“Isn’t our image important to you? Doesn’t it mean the world to you-”
“His husband is dead. He’s a widow now.”
“Not in his mind- in his mind, he made out with a hot young-”
“He’s a widow.” His father said more stern. “That’s the only reason I am allowing for this. The only reason Taehyung.” Taehyung stood back,
“Fine.” He finished, “I’ll go-I will go pick him up.”
“Good.” His father relented, “Go.”
Hoseok rustled over in bed peering over at the man.
“Wake up-” He paused seeing the man staring back at him. “Oh?”
“I was up way before you,” Hoseok fell back on the bed,
“Were you?” Hoseok smiled, “Or are you just getting to bed?” He gave him a slight smile, “Oh? The latter huh?”
“I don’t appreciate the attitude.” Hoseok waved him off, “Let’s go back to sleep Hobi…” He moved up, wrapping his arms around Hoseok. Hoseok only grumbled,
“I’m hungry.” Hoseok sputtered, “Let’s go get something?” He smiled up at Hoseok,
“Fine.”
Taehyung hated the idea. Letting his brother marry again. What kind of mess was this? With this asshole nonetheless, he caught him as he walked into the airport. That small kid had grown. Much larger than before, in fact, he bulked up. Taehyung moved his hand up to him, the boy caught sight of him, giving Taehyung a slight smile. Taehyung returned it.
“Slut.” He muttered. The boy rolled his suitcase to him, smiling brightly.
“Hello, hyung.”
“That’s Taehyung-hyung to you.” Taehyung spoke up, “Come on, my mom planned something for you.” Taehyung turned around, swinging his keys on his finger. Jungkook stared at his back, before quickly following. They made their way to Taehyung car, him opening the back with a remote. “Put your stuff in the back.” Taehyung didn’t bother to help, instead getting into the vehicle. He turned the car on, waiting. The passenger door opened. Jungkook taking the seat beside him.
“Where are we headed to?” Taehyung turned on his Bluetooth, his phone connecting. The music blared loud. Thank god. He wouldn’t be able to stand the sound of his voice if it wasn’t. His car sputtered on, quickly he raced down.
“Mom?” Jimin peered into the room, his brow moving up. His son Taehyun was pouting down into a bowl of oatmeal. His other son, Yeonjun was staring up at him.
“Papa, Taehyun won’t shut up.” His son was twelve now. A real sour mouth, much like Jimin.
“Can you please not speak like that about your brother?”
“Paaaa!” Jimin looked back at his small son, he was seven now. A real handful. “Tell Taehyun hyung to stop using such bad words!”
“Both of you stop your yapping.” Ms. Min entered the dining room looking at both the small children. “Jimin, serve me some yogurt will you?” Jimin smiled back at her,
“I will.” He lifted his hand to her, “Kids, listen to grandma.” Jimin went into the kitchen, pulling the fridge open. He took out her yogurt, going to grab a small bowl. Just as he reached for the bowl he heard her muffled voice.
“Yeonjun, you are his big brother. Big brothers are understanding.” Jimin smiled at her voice, “Be a good boy and apologize to Taehyun,” It was silent,
“I am sorry Taehyun.” Jimin smiled lowly,
“About?”
“I am sorry I told you to shut up.” He could hear the older woman chuckle lowly.
“You two be good boys,” Jimin bit his lower lip, “Alright?” Small yeses came out. Jimin went back to the dining room, smiling brightly at her.
“I got it for you Mom.” He placed it in front of her. She looked off to the side,
“Jiminie, is today his day?” Jimin sat down at the table, looking over to her. “Yes, he gets them for the weekend.” Ms. Min looked down at her yogurt.
“But today-”
“You and I will still visit his grave,” Jimin smiled up at her, “Just us. We can clean up- and make offerings.” He nodded, “The children… they just-”
“It’s not the best for them?” She looked up at Jimin, “Or does their father not approve of them visiting their Uncle?”
“Taehyung-” Both the two children looked up at the mention of their father’s name. Jimin tensed up, “Kids- both of you go get ready?”
“For-”
“Weekend at your father’s.” Jimin took in a deep breath, “Run along,” Taehyun slid his bowl, kicking out of his seat, looking over at his older brother.
“I don’t want to go.” Jimin turned his head to his oldest son,
“What?”
“I want to visit Uncle Yoongi. Not spend the weekend with him.” Jimin bit his upper lip, looking over to Ms. Min. She had a dull look on her face,
“Yeonjun… Your father will not be pleased with your choice-”
“So?” Yeonjun spoke up, “I don’t care.”
“Yeonjun, watch your tone with your Grandma.” Jimin barked at him, “Now, this is non-negotiable.” Jimin’s brow moved up, “Go.” Yeonjun pushed back his seat, getting out and leaving the dining room. Jimin sighed,
“Why are you so insistent now? Before you would always just let him stay-”
“Mom,” Jimin stared up at her, “He’s coming back this weekend.” Ms. Min froze at his words,
“What?”
“They want to have a big ol’ family reunion.” Jimin pushed back his food, “Taehyung called me. Told me to pack nice clothing.” He looked at her, “He’s coming back on Sunday- and they want it to be a big family reunion.” He smiled, “The boys are both- expected to be there.”
“Was-was there a clause in the divorce-”
“No...He begged me,” Jimin pressed his lips together, “ ‘It’s going to be big. Father will want them there- so will my mother. Please, please, please- let me have them just for this weekend?’ Was it?”
“No tears? Weak beg for him then,” She smiled, “You see- Yoongi’s father always begged to have them during Christmas. Fun fact- Yoongi was-”
“An atheist?” Jimin nodded, “Yeah, I know.” Ms. Min smiled,
“No use in getting angry over trash, he always told me… Always refused to go to see that man. Even when I told him it was necessary.” She looked fond of her words, “That brat always had to talk back though,”
“Yoongi hyung was quite the handful,” She nodded,
“Yes, he was.” She looked back at the door, “Yeonjun is acting just like him,”
“Does that mean I raised a genius?” She snickered,
“Means you raised a smartass.” She shrugged, “Same quarter, just wrong side.” She sighed, “Are you going to drop them off?”
“Yup,” He nodded, “Then- it’ll just be you and me- and we can go visit Yoongi hyung,” Jimin smiled, “Then we will go get hella wasted.”
“I never liked your youth slang,” Ms. Min looked up at Jimin, “But yeah- let’s get hella wasted.” Jimin stood up,
“See you when I get back Mom,”
“See you Jimin.” She heard more rusting from behind her, “Oh? Jimin, Sweetheart? Tell the kids I’ll give them a raise in their allowance if they act up,”
“Already did Mom.”
Jimin didn’t care too much for the Kim’s- no. He was divorced from those assholes, so what was the point in bothering with them? Well, he had two sons. That belonged to their asshole of a cheating son. Which one? The youngest. Jimin sat outside of his car, tapping his foot- a cigarette in his mouth. He had called that asshole- two-three- seven- he lost count how many times. If you worry- no, he never badmouthed his son’s father to them. Never. Neither did Ms. Min. She was quite particular actually, waited for them to be out of earshot- she was good. Jimin wondered if she knew because of Yoongi hyung? Still, Jimin was annoyed. Here he was- did a favor and brought his two children- who did not want to spend the weekend with two stick in the muds old folks, their two cheating son’s- and apparently a skank fiance. Yup. Seokjin- Seokjin was getting married again. He pulled back his cigarette, finally seeing a familiar red Ferrari.
“Fucking asshole…” The car sped up, pulling up to the front of the home. The car turned off. Jimin waved slightly, looking back to his own car. His two sons had fallen asleep. He would have to wake them up now, because- this deplorable man was never on time. Jimin saw Taehyung get out of the car, speedingly walked over to him. He was right up to Jimin smiling up at him,
“What are you doing here- you are so early-”
“I have things to do,” Jimin tossed his cigarette to the ground- stepping on it. “And you don’t know how to answer your phone,” Jimin sneered at him. He looked back to his car, “Is that your new-”
“That’s my brother’s slut,” Taehyung stated. Jimin nodded,
“I am going to go wake up our children,” Jimin turned back, moving to the car. He pulled open the back, one kid turning up at him.
“Papa?”
“Your father is here,” Jimin smiled, “Put on your nice face, he hasn’t seen you in a while.” Yeonjun made a sour face at him,
“This is my nice face.” Jimin was raising a smartass.
“Get on up and greet him,” Yeonjun unbuckled his seatbelt, getting out the car. Jimin in turned had to stir his younger son. Who, was in the helps of a deep nap. “Baby? Get up baby?” Taehyun’s eyes opened, mumbling something. “We are at Dad’s babe, now get up so we can go say hello.” Taehyun was not in the mood. This was his nap time, Jimin pulled him up holding his side. He slammed closed the door behind him, seeing Yeonjun staring up at his father. Jimin walked to his ex-husband leering at him lightly. He had his hands in Yeonjun’s hair, smiling down to him.
“How have you been bud?”
“Fine.” Yeonjun spat out, “When can I go to my room? I want to go finish my homework.” Taehyung looked back at Jimin,
“He has a project he has to have done by Monday,” Jimin looked down to Yeonjun, “Taehyun had an ear infection- so- make sure he takes his medicine…” He rocked the child in his arms, “Say hello to Daddy babe?” Taehyun stirred, looking over at his father.
“Ughh…” He was throwing a fit. Shit.
“Yeah-yeah I can get all that done,” Taehyung smiled back at Jimin, “Thanks-” Another car door closed, Jimin looking over to it. His eyes grew large, looking back at Taehyung. “Is that the-” Jungkook came up to Taehyung side, smiling at Jimin. His hand moved to Yeonjun, trying to ruffle his son’s hair-
“Don’t touch him,” Jimin spoke up, Taehyung looked back at him. “H-he had a cold, you might catch it.” Jungkook nodded, moving his hand away.
“I see.” Jimin lowered his son, setting him down on the ground. Yeonjun seemed to know what to do, holding his brother’s hand.
“Dad?” Yeonjun looked at Taehyung, “I’m gonna take Taehyun inside- to go see Grandma?” Taehyung nodded,
“Run along.” Jimin folded his arms over his chest, staring back at the two men. “Hello, I am Jimin. His- ex-husband.” Jimin looked over at the young man.
“Yes-” The boy spoke up, “Our mother-in-law told me so much about-”
“Ex-mother-in-law.” Jimin smiled, “Everything from this family is my ex- except my children.” Jimin sighed, “No custody trial for that I’m afraid.” Jimin nodded, “Funny huh? My babies are here- celebrating such a fucked up event.” Jimin looked at Jungkook, “Celebrating that their cheating uncle is getting married to a whore he found and made up.” Jimin smiled, “This entire family might have paid for your education- might have paid to make you look proper but get this into your thick skull,” Jimin drew closer to him, “Seokjin was a married man- and you came into their marriage- opened your legs to him- and are at the fault for an innocents man taking his life.” Jimin took a step back, “Have fun celebrating you whore, Taehyung,” He waved back at them. “Bye.”
Jungkook never expects anything from these people, no, he knew he was coming into a place already taken. Taehyung’s ex-husband didn’t deter him at all.
“Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!” He moved into the living room. The small child that was In Taehyung’s ex was the source of all the cries. He was seated on Mrs. Kim’s lap, crying for dear life. His older brother noticed Jungkook. He looked back at him,
“May I go upstairs?” He asked,
“Why sweetheart?”
“Hello,” Jungkook’s voice rang, “Mom?” Her head drew to him.
“Oh? You’re here already?” She stood up, holding the shrieking child in her arms. “How are you?” She moved to him trying to give him a hug- Taehyung’s child had other plans. He pushed Jungkook away. The child then pulled on her shirt, “What’s gotten into you Taehyun?”
“He’s tired.” Yeonjun told her, “Get someone to put him to bed- or else he’ll keep crying.” Mrs. Kim smiled,
“How about Uncle Jungkook put him to bed Yeonjun?” Yeonjun’s brow moved up at that.
“Who’s that? I don’t have an uncle named Jungkook.” She made a face,
“Yeonjun,” Her voice was low, “The man behind you is your Uncle Jungkook.” Yeonjun turned back,
“What makes him my uncle?” He was snarky. Jungkook lowered himself, smiling at him.
“I’m engaged to your Uncle Seokjin,” His mouth opened slightly.
“Uncle Seokjin’s engaged?” He stared at Jungkook, “With you? You look young.”
“Yeonjun,” Yeonjun smiled as he heard his father call for him. “Why are you being rude?” Yeonjun turned back,
“Am I? I’m just saying what I’m observing.” The young boy shrugged, “Dad, can you put Taehyun to sleep-“
“Your Uncle Jungkook is going to do that-“
“Taehyun hates strangers,” Yeonjun claimed to Mrs. Kim, Taehyung stares at his son.
“I’ll do it kiddo-“
“Don’t forget his ear drops. Papa will be upset if the infection gets worse.” Taehyung nods,
“Will do-“
“The drops are in the front pocket in his backpack. Papa got us lunch so don’t bother trying to make him eat,” He looked over at the adults, “May I head to my room?”
“Go on Yeonjun,” Taehyung gives him a faint smile. Yeonjun left the room, going up the stairs. Mrs. Kim sighed,
“He sounds more like her every time he visits,” Taehyung looked back at his mother, “Crude and so much like-“ She stopped staring at Taehyung. His face told her to keep quiet while Taehyun was still there.
“Grandma Min said he’s growing up to be like Uncle Yoongi,” Taehyun’s lips were in a pout. “Papa said it was good.” Even these children didn’t want Jungkook. That was fine. He wasn’t here for them. Taehyung bounced his son on his side,
“Take him to his room Taehyung, I’ll take Jungkook up to his room.” Taehyung nodded,
“Yeah, I’ll do that.” Mrs. Kim leads Jungkook up the stairs and down the hall. She smiled back at him, opening the door.
“This was Seokjin’s room- before he moved out.” She opened the door. “I’ll leave you here?” Jungkook nodded,
“Yeah, I’ll just test for a bit?”
“Dinner will be in a bit so, dress nicely for that,” She nodded leaving Jungkook.
Jungkook sat down at the table. Yeonjun was seated across from him, Taehyung at his side. His other son seated on his lap. Mr. Kim came into the room, looking around at all of them.
“Taehyun, Yeonjun- how are the two of you?” Yeonjun smiled at the man.
“Fine.”
“Good,” Taehyun replied. He nodded at their replies,
“Good. I bought you both new toys. Did you like them?” Yeonjun lowered his head to him,
“Yes.” Yeonjun nodded, “Thank you for the gifts, Grandpa.” The man grew a somber smile,
“Taehyun?”
“I love them, Grandpa.”
“Good. Tomorrow we will go to the park, is that alright?”
“I have a project that I have to finish,” Yeonjun spoke up, “I won’t be able to attend.” Mr. Kim smiled,
“Good. Work comes first, your father should take a lesson from you.” Mr. Kim moved his brow to his son, “Isn’t that right Taehyung?”
“My son is so serious.” Taehyung smiled back at Yeonjun,
“Or their father is too careless?” Yeonjun smiled. Mr. Kim bowed his head to the young boy, “Now, did your father explain what we will not speak of tomorrow when Uncle Seokjin comes back home?”
“I have yet to tell them.” Jungkook was meek, “I’ll tell them tonight before bed,” Mr. Kim nodded,
“Good.”
“Father-in-law?” Jungkook’s voice was loud.
“Mr. Kim.” He corrected, “I am Mr. Kim to you.” He looked over to the young man, “What do you want?” Jungkook pressed his lips together,
“I-I wanted to thank you for having me here.” Jungkook smiled at them, “‘I look forward to being in your family.” Mr. Kim stared at him,
“We will see.”
Hoseok heard the music playing already. He always played so nicely in the morning. He leaned against the wall,
“Hey--” The man turned his head up, stopping his tune.
“What?” Hoseok smiled at him,
“You look cute- when you play.” He smiled, “I was thinking- after you get out of work tomorrow…” Hoseok crept closer to him, wrapping his arms around his body. “Me and you- we could go get dinner and then…” Hoseok whispered into his ear. “How about it?” He turned his head back to him,
“Fine with me.” Hoseok smiled,
“I love you Yoongi.” He smiled,
“Love you too Hoseok,”
Seokjin’s eyes were dark as he came out. He wanted to get some rest. To just sleep.
“SEOKJIN HYUNG?!” Seokjin’s head swerved up, seeing him. Jungkook. He was waving up at him. Seokjin gave him a faint smile. Jungkook came at him full speed, jumping into his arms. Seokjin held him up, holding him tightly as he spun. They both gushed laughs, Seokjin stared back at him. “I’ve missed you,” Jungkook whispered. Seokjin smiled up at him, Jungkook’s hands wrapped around Seokjin’s face- lowering himself to his face. He kissed Seokjin.
Seokjin was hand-in-hand with Jungkook both entering his family home.
“How are you feeling?” Jungkook asked Seokjin.
“Tired.” Jungkook turned up to him,
“Really?” Seokjin nodded,
“Yeah- I just wanna head to bed-“
“Surprise!” Seokjin stared back at the crowd of people in the home. A moment of silence rang, where Seokjin stood there. His eyes scanning the room. He smiled brightly, people quickly going to him. His mother first, taking him into a deep hug- next came the sight of his brother, who took him in a quick hug. Seokjin smiled at him, and then at his children. Taehyun was in his arms, and Yeonjun at his side. Seokjin opened his arms, taking the youngest. The boy giggled in his ear, as he lowered himself to Yeonjun. He was the same age as his own daughter.
“Hey bud, how are you?” Yeonjun gave him a dull look,
“Fine.” The boy answered, “Welcome home.” Yeonjun smiled, “We’ve missed you dearly.” He tilted his head,
“Dearly? My, you sound so old…”
“I’m twelve.” Seokjin nodded, moving his head up. He was twelve already?
Seokjin tucked Yeonjun in bed,
“You’re all grown up.”
“I am.” Yeonjun stared at him, “Can I ask a question?” Seokjin smiles,
”Yeah-anything bud?”
“You’re getting remarried?” Seokjin stared at the boy, “With that young guy?”
“Uncle Jungkook?” Yeonjun bit his upper lip.
“That’s what everyone wants me to call him,” Seokjin tilted his head,
“Do you not want to call him that?”
“No.” Yeonjun stared at him, “I don’t want to.” Seokjin nodded,
“Then how about Hyung? Would that be better?” Yeonjun paused, staring back at the door. Jungkook was standing there.
“Yes.” Seokjin smiled, looking back.
“I am sure he won’t mind then?” Seokjin placed a hand over his head, “Go to bed kid,” Seokjin sat up from the bed, moving to the door. He turned off the light, leaving the room. Jungkook stared back at him,
“He doesn’t like me much,”
“Yeonjun is like that. He’s serious.” He smiles, “My father’s favorite.” Jungkook nods,
“I got that.” Jungkook and Seokjin slowly made it to Seokjin’s room. “Your mother gave us the same room… I would leave if you are uncomfortable-”
“No,” Seokjin shook his head, “I’ll go sleep in the guest room.” He looked down, “I have to be up early… I have to visit someone before I go to work,” Jungkook tilted his head,
“Who?” Seokjin pressed his lips together.
“Seo-yun. My daughter.” Jungkook stared at him, “She would be twelve now.” Seokjin lowered his head, “And I haven’t gone to see her in such a long time. I fear no one else has…” Seokjin pressed his lips together, “That is who I am going to visit.” Seokjin turned back,
“C-can I go with you?” Seokjin hesitated but nodded.
“Yes.”
Yoongi entered the shop, holding up a bag.
“I bought us dinner.” Hoseok drew his head up, staring back at him.
“Welcome home,” Yoongi nodded, “I missed you.” Yoongi opened his mouth lightly, scoffing at him.
“Really?” Hoseok nodded, his hand running through his hair. “Or do you just miss me playing?” Hoseok tilted his head to him,
“If I say both would you be upset?”
“Yes.”
“Then no, I am only happy to see you.” Yoongi nodded, placing down the bag of food on the counter. Hoseok pulled himself over the counter, giving Yoongi a peck on his lips. “I missed you.”
“Eat.” Yoongi mocked him, “Then we can head upstairs… and I can show you how much I missed you.” Hoseok looked down to the food, then back at Yoongi.
“Hey-- Babe, I don’t think I’m all that hungry anymore-”
“You’re gonna be,” Yoongi smiled, “Eat up.” He pulled off his scarf, making way to the stairs. Hoseok’s sighed, opening the bag of food. With a threat like that, Hoseok had to eat now.
Chapter 2: Moonlight
Notes:
I am sure you all didn't expect to see me this soon huh??
I am obsessed with this story. I like writing it. I don't know- it's fun right now- and I like writing what's fun at the time. So, this isn't too long but- hey let's get ittttttttttt. I don't know what else to talk about. I want chips and juice so after I publish this that's what I am getting.
My Other Work: Every Cell, Butery Love, Persona, Monster, and Wings it's follow up, Answer
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Chapter Text
He needed to be silent. He was sleeping. He scrambled, grabbing hold of his keys-
“Ughhh…” He didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. He needed to stay still and- “Yoongi?” He turned his head back to the bed, eyes large as the man behind him sat up. Sleep was all over his face, as he rubbed his neck, “Yoongi are you up?” Yoongi gritted his teeth,
“Shit…” He straightened up, swallowing hard.
“Why are you up? Come back to bed already-”
“I have to go to work babe.” Yoongi gushed,
“It’s early.” Yoongi let out a deep breath,
“I like waking up early.” He smiled, “I need to get to work- you know-”
“You’re a workaholic.” Hoseok’s voice was husky, “All you want to do is go to work- work doesn’t need you for another three hours.”
“Babe…” Yoongi started,
“Fine.” Hoseok sighed sitting up from the bed, “At least let me make you breakfast first alright?” Yoongi bit his bottom lip,
“I already made it.” Hoseok stared back at him,
“How early do you wake up?” Yoongi ran a hand through his hair,
“I like waking up early.”
Jimin chopped the onion’s finely, hearing a rustling behind him. He turned back seeing Ms. Min wave at him,
“This place is quiet without the loud hustle of getting Taehyun up from bed.” Jimin nodded,
“They’ll be back for supper. To shout through the house.”
“I like the commotion. Yoongi and I never had much to talk about- besides pass the coffee and what not?”
“Well, Yoongi-hyung always made delicious food, not much to talk about when your mouth is full huh?”
“You make delicious food.”
“He taught me… That’s how I got good on that families side.” She stared over at the pot,
“They made you cook?”
“No.” Jimin shook his head, “But it was implied- that to be a good partner- you should cook. Yoongi-hyung went over a lot…”
“It is an old thing I told him about… families with tradition tend to like it.”
“You taught him?” She nodded, looking over at Jimin preparation, “No wonder he was amazing.”
“An idiot in love my child was,” She smiled, “It smells delicious Jimin, I will go get started on my work, call me when it is finished.”
“Will do.”
Seokjin covered his mouth outside, white clouds escaped as he sighed,
“Seokjin hyung!” He turned back, Jungkook waving down at him. He was wearing dark clothing, smiling brightly at him. Seokjin waved back at him,
“Hey.” Seokjin greeted him with a small hug, moving back to stare at the home. “Let’s head out before the rest of the wake-up- alright?” Jungkook paused, staring at Seokjin.
“Yeah.” Jungkook’s hand moved down to Seokjin’s intertwining. Seokjin’s head followed to their hands, staring at it for a moment.
“What do we get first?” Seokjin rocked lightly in place,
“Flowers. We need to get that-” He looked up for a moment, “And cake. We need a cake,” Seokjin nodded lightly before pausing, “J-Jungkook you know… You don’t have to come with me-”
“I want to.” He pulled him closer, “I want to meet her- please… let me meet her?” Seokjin stared at him,
“Okay.” Seokjin nodded, “I am sure she’ll want to meet you as well.”
Taehyung looked around the kitchen, his two children staring at him from the breakfast bar,
“Can we just have cereal… we’re going to be late Dad-”
“Morning,” Taehyung turned back to stare at his mother,
“Morning.” She looked over at where he as at,
“What are you doing?” Taehyung sighed,
“I’m trying to get these kids breakfast- but… Taehyun wants something sugary- and Yeonjun wants-”
“Isn’t breakfast already done?” Both of them turned back to the doorway, Mr. Kim holding an angry look over his face.
“Oh? Dear- what are you doing up so early-”
“I am always up early.” He looked over at the two of them, “Where’s Seokjin’s new fiance- why has he not prepared breakfast yet?” Taehyung set down the box of cereal, rocking lightly on his heels.
“I-”
“I can make you breakfast dear,” Mrs. Kim smiled at her husband, “Besides- we are old- we are too used to our older traditions-”
“That’s the way I hold my family.” He stared at his wife, “Is he just going to live here and not once show his gratitude to us?” Taehyung pressed his lips together,
“You know something- kids grab your bags… I’ll just buy something on the way to school-”
“Are you going to be late again Taehyung?” Taehyung looked back at his father,
“He shouldn’t be late,” Yeonjun spoke up, “Our school is very close to his work Grandpa.” Mr. Kim looked back at the young child,
“Good.” Yeonjun nodded, “Does your other father prepare your breakfast, my children?” Yeonjun nodded,
“Every morning, yes.” Mr. Kim looked back at his wife,
“How come all the good ones leave and we are left with the rotten batch?” Mr. Kim turned back, leaving the kitchen. Taehyung looked back at his mother,
“You should sort that out. Before- he hires someone to put an end to that kid.”
“Taehyung?!” She calls out,
“Don’t get on me. I gotta drive my kids to school-” He looked back at the two children. “Taehyun, Yeonjun- let’s go guys.” The two of them climbed off their chairs, going to grab their backpacks.
Seokjin leads Jungkook with him into the cemetery.
“How old was she?”
“Five.” Seokjin spoke lowly, “She was a little baby,” He shuddered lightly, “She was a big daddies girl. Always wanted me to be with her. Always loved being held-” He smiled, “Had a huge sweet tooth- like me.” Seokjin bounced up the cake in his other hand. “Chocolate to be exact.” Jungkook nodded,
“She must have been a beauty?”
“Oh?” Seokjin nodded, “So much- my mom said she would rival her own beauty- could have been the next Miss. Korea.”
“Would you have put her in it?” Seokjin turned his head to Jungkook,
“No.” He spoke up, “She wasn’t competitive- hated going to family dinners.” Jungkook’s brow moved up,
“She did? Was she friends with Yeonjun?” Seokjin nodded,
“They were inseparable.” Seokjin explained, “Yeonjun was about… a month younger than her. She took it upon herself to be the big sister.” Seokjin nodded, “She was very serious about it. Always bossed him around.”
“Oh dear,” Jungkook laughed,
“No. He listened. To everything she said.” He looked over at Jungkook, “She once decided that she needed to get into my father’s drawer.” He lifted his brow, “All he had in there were important documents.” Jungkook tilted his head at what he was saying,
“No-”
“Yup. They managed to get their chubby hands into it. Ruined half of the papers in there.”
“Did your father lose it?” He shook his head,
“Actually, the one soft spot for my father- is his grandchildren.”
“Really?” Seokjin nodded,
“He took them out to eat instead.” Jungkook stared at him,
“Did you or Taehyung have to stay back to clean it up?” Seokjin paused for a moment, before shaking his head.
“No. We both went out with them,” Jungkook’s brow was lifted,
“Then who had to clean it all up?” He waved Jungkook off,
“It was a mess. That’s all I remember,” Jungkook nodded,
“Well...I have one sibling but... He behaved more like a parent than a sibling.” Jungkook sighed, “So it just felt like me- with two working parents… so I was always lonely.”
“Trust me. Siblings suck.”
“Taehyung seems like-”
“A mess.” Seokjin smiled, “And that’s at his best.” He shrugged, “My brother is a good man though- he tries his best for his kids.” Jungkook squeezed his freehand,
“Do you think your family will like me?” Seokjin turned back to Jungkook,
“No.” He smiles, “My father won’t at least.”
“Really?”
“Yeah- but don’t take it to heart. He hates most things that have a pulse.” Jungkook nodded,
“Noted.” Seokjin pulled his hand up, kissing the back of his palm. They walked down a small stone path leading up to a large tree. They came to a halt, seeing dirt piled up over where the tombstone should have been. Seokjin stared at it. “Ummm…” Seokjin set down the cake on the ground, moving down to the ground. He used his hands, rubbing away the dirt. His eyes grew large at the sight. Nothing. Seokjin got up from the spot, staring up at Jungkook. “A-are you sure this is the sp-”
“Yes.” Seokjin dusted his knees, moving away, “I-I have to find a groundskeeper.” Seokjin looked dazed, as he looked around quickly finding an old man working on a bush a little bit away. Seokjin waved over to the man, “Hello?!” He called, quickly jogging up to him. Jungkook followed him, yellow lilies in his hand.
“What seems to be the problem sirs?”
“Yeah-” Seokjin pointed back to where he was at only moments ago, “Where is the tombstone to that grave?” The man looked at where he was pointing.
“It’s not where it’s supposed to be?” The man frowned, “Are you sure-”
“I’m sure.” Seokjin stared at him, “Where is she- my daughter Kim Seo- Yun?” The man paused, looking up for a moment.
“Oh?” He looked back at Seokjin and gritted his teeth, “I am afraid you are late.”
“Late- what do you mean late-”
“She was moved.” The man spoke up, “About… three years ago?” He nodded, “Yup- the Min family took her.” Seokjin’s eyes grew large,
“Who-”
“The Min family took her remains.” The man sounded a bit gleeful, “Said she needs to be with her real family.” Seokjin’s mouth opened at his words,
“Who is she?!” Seokjin was shouting, Jungkook looking up at him.
“A big ol’ lawyer. Said she needed to be with her real family- won it in a court battle if I remember correctly-”
“Fucking shit-” Seokjin eyes grew large at that, taking a step closer to the man, “Then where did they take her?” The man paused,
“Are you perhaps Kim Seokjin? The girl's other father?” Seokjin nodded,
“Y-yeah that’s me-”
“I have direct orders to tell you-” He paused, correcting his voice. “Fuck off.” He nodded, “If you do not have someone that you are visiting here, I am going to have to ask you both to leave-”
“My daughter was buried here- how-how dare-” Jungkook grabbed Seokjin’s jacket, pulling him back.
“Seokjin hyung-Seokjin hyung it isn’t worth it.” Seokjin brushed his arm away, quickly walking to the gate. Jungkook stayed there for a moment, turning to the man. “Pardon us.” Jungkook rushed after Seokjin, who was in the midst of a cruising storm.
“How fucking dare he- take our child- away from me-?!” Jungkook stared at him as he kicked the side of his car,
“Seokjin- I-I am sure that it-” Seokjin turned back to Jungkook.
“It was him!? I am sure of it- It’-It’s because I left him that he wants to ruin my life?!” He was shrieking, “IT WAS MIN YOONGI!” Jungkook swallowed hard,
“Seokjin-” Seokjin lifted his hand to him,
“I-I don’t want to speak anymore…” His breathing was harsh. “I-I have to head to work…” He searched his pocket, handing Jungkook the keys. “Here- take my car.” Jungkook looked over his palm at the keys.
“H-how will you get-”
“I’ll walk.” Seokjin turned away, making for the road.
Yoongi loved where he worked. He worked at a bookstore. He sold books- and read. A lot. When he was done, he’d work with Hoseok at his music store, taught kids for extra cash. It always worked out. He stuffed his hands into his pocket. It was cold but it was only a five-minute walk- so no use actually having to drive. Yoongi had to set up a new setup for books. Then- he’d be free to read his favorite book. Legal studies. He enjoyed them, He did. Hoseok teased him about it. Said he should study law- or something. Yoongi didn’t care too much about it. Yoongi was silent as he walked, his mind trying to think about what he was going to be doing later. He could get something delicious for dinner- something Hoseok really liked- Yoongi was pulled by his arm, staring into a man’s eyes.
“How dare you!?” Yoongi stared at the man’s face, scared at his tone. W-who the hell was he?
Notes:
No one is evil. People have different sides to them, I've said this before. Sometimes we see one side, and are devoted to only that- but I show all parts of them. Or at least I try. Anyways this- this is getting steamy.
Chapter 3: Pomegranate
Notes:
SIX YEARS. YEEEET. BTS is my life y'all. Alright, since tomorrow is also debut day- tell me what fic I should update. Nothing is off limits. I'm being serious. I will do it. Yeet. Yeet. Yaah.
I'm that bitch that watches shows, and hates cliffhangers but I write them all the time, also like almost meetings. So, get used to hating me y'all.
My Other Work: Every Cell, Butery Love, Persona, Monster, and Wings it's follow up, Answer
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Chapter Text
Yoongi tilted his head,
“D-do I know you?” The man nodded,
“You teach my son piano on Wednesdays?” Yoongi nodded,
“Beomgyu’s dad?” The man nodded,
“Yeah- it’s been a while since I’ve seen you.” Yoongi smiled,
“Yeah… It has been a while- umm…” Yoongi looked down to his arm, “Mind letting me go?” The man chuckled, letting go of him,
“Sorry- I just- I remember faces well- and you just walked past me.” Yoongi nodded,
“I get it.” Yoongi drew his hand up, “But I have to head to work- so…” The man nodded,
“See you around,” Yoongi nodded,
“Tell Beomgyu I said hello,” He nods leaving.
Seokjin drew his head up,
“Yes, father?”
“You're not doing your work,” Seokjin stared at him,
“I am- I’ve sent about six forms to you.”
“Six is enough for you?” His father shook his head,
“I’m sorry… I’ll quicken my pace.” Mr. Kim’s brow moved up,
“You better,” His father sighed turning away,
“Father?” He didn’t turn back to face Seokjin,
“What is it Seokjin?” Seokjin took in a deep breath, staring a hole into his father’s back,
“I went to go see my daughter this morning,”
“Really?” His father didn’t meet his gaze. Seokjin readjusted in his seat,
“Yeah…” Seokjin’s voice was low, “Do you want to tell me where she is?” Mr. Kim was silent. “Father?”
“When you left you lost the option to comment-”
“I left because you told me to- because I had to work for you-”
“You wanted a divorce. I let you get it. Is that not enough anymore?” His Father turned his head back to look at Seokjin, “You wanted that didn’t you-”
“My daughter’s grave was moved-”
“Yes. It was.”
“Why- did you not fight-”
“You know we are talking about the Min’s right? The lawyers?” His father eyes narrowed on his son, “You picked a fight with lawyers-”
“We’re fucking rich- couldn’t you get one of our own lawyers-”
“We lost our best lawyer the moment you wanted a divorce.” Mr. Kim stared at his son, “All I was left with was your little brother.” Mr. Kim sighed, “Your brother isn’t a marvel, is he? Of course, we were going to lose such a case-”
“You lost your grandchild.” Seokjin stared at him,
“Don’t you think that family at least deserves to have her?”
“I was her father as well,” Seokjin voice was low, “Why does he deserve to have our child- why does he get her? Because he’s your favorite? Because Yoongi was always your favorite wasn’t he?”
“Shut up,” Mr. Kim rolled his eyes, “You’re still just a child with no mind.”
“I have a mind Father,” Seokjin retorted, “And you just know it, that you only care for him.”
“That family deserves to at least have her,”
“Why?” Mr. Kim stared at him, “Why does Yoongi- who never cared for anyone other than himself deserve to have our child-”
“I’m not going to speak with you anymore.” Mr. Kim spoke lowly, “You’re engaged. Focus on that- and your work.”
“Are you going to at least tell me where she is at-”
“You act as if I know,” Mr. Kim shook his head, “I want nine reports on my desk by the end of today.” Seokjin pressed his lips together, this always happened.
Yoongi looked up from his book, staring up at the book display. He did well on it. Yoongi smiled fondly at it, he loved how it looked. He lowered his head, reading over the text in front of him. His mind, however, seemed to waver. He was scared this morning. Seeing someone like that- who would just grab him- as if they knew him. He was horrified. W-what if had been someone he knew? It had been three years since Hoseok took him in. No question, nothing. Yoongi could be murder for all he knows- yet Hoseok kept him in his home. It took six months- six entire months before he remembered his own name. Not his entire name, just his first name. Was it his first name? Who knows? He tried to do research on himself, but nothing ever came up. Nothing to connect to who Yoongi was. Nobody reported a Yoongi missing. So, no one was missing him. God knows what kind of person he was. All he knew was that he was Yoongi, Hoseok took him in- and now they were together. That was all, Yoongi knew.
“Yoongi?” He drew his head up,
“Yeah?” His manager smiled,
“That book you wanted just got sent in,”
“The book?” She nodded,
“Legal disputes through the centuries?” Yoongi smiled, “Gosh…” She gushed, “You should just study to be a lawyer already- with all the legal reading you do?” Her eyes were large as she spoke up. “You’d ace that bar exam on your first try!” Yoongi waved her off,
“I doubt I’d be good enough for that,” He gave her a faint smile, “I’m going to go get that book- mind waiting at the cash register?” She nodded.
Jungkook closed his room door behind him,
“Jungkook?” He jumped in fright at the voice. He turned his head back looking over at Mrs. Kim,
“Mrs. Kim?” She gave him a faint smile,
“Hi- where were you this morning?” Jungkook paused,
“I was out- with Seokjin hyung.” She nodded, “I went to go visit Seo-yun’s grave.” Her lips pressed together,
“Did you?” Jungkook nodded, “Her grave wasn’t there right?” Jungkook stared at her,
“Yes actually,” She crossed her arms over her chest,
“Ms. Min had it moved two years ago.”
“Where to?” She sighed,
“I wanted to see her as well… but it is somewhere no one in this house can go to. It’s next to where Min Yoongi is buried.” Jungkook’s mouth opened,
“So-”
“Seokjin will never see his daughter again,” She nodded, “It’s fine. He was too attached to visiting her,” Mrs. Kim spoke lowly, “The Min’s would never allow us to see her.”
“Be-because of me?” Mrs. Kim pressed her eyes closed,
“Because of a lot of things.” She gave Jungkook a slight smile, “Don’t keep that over your head. You’ll only live in guilt if you do.” Jungkook swallowed hard, “Besides that,” She gave a large grin, “Where are you off to?” Jungkook’s mouth opened,
“Out.”
“Out?” She giggled, "Where to?” Mrs. Kim asked,
“I don’t know- I was going to… to go to an interview.” Mrs. Kim shook her head,
“Why?” Jungkook tilted his head,
“There’s a small clinic that needs a new doctor- I-I wanted to go apply.” Mrs. Kim rolled her eyes teasingly,
“What’s the need?”
“I want to have a job-”
“Jungkook?” Mrs. Kim spoke up, “No use in getting a job, you’re marrying into this family. You don’t need to worry yourself with little things like a job?” Her tongue clicked, “Now, how about me and you- head out and get a facial? Get some lunch- and go grocery shopping for dinner?”
“Dinner?” Jungkook leered at her, “I-I was just going to go out and eat with Seokjin hyung after his work.” Mrs. Kim nodded,
“Oh?” She sighed, “Alright? I guess…”
“Why?” She gave Jungkook a faint smile,
“No reason… just-just thought you’d like to help me cook.” Jungkook tilted his head, “Mr. Kim likes home cooked meals.” Jungkook paused,
“Does he?” Mrs. Kim nodded, “I-I can try to cook him something- then... Dinner tonight?” She nodded,
“Are you sure? Will Seokjin mind?” Jungkook shook his head,
“I’m sure he won’t.” Mrs. Kim seemed to gleam at that,
“That sounds great then.” She held a large smile, “We can go shopping and I can show you everything my husband and Seokjin enjoy eating.” Jungkook nodded,
“Yes.” He lowered his head slightly,
“Now- let’s go get facials! It’s great to keep you looking perfect for your husband.”
Jimin entered the bookstore, hand in his bag. He had to pick up a book for Yeonjun, one his class asked for. His young son was holding his hand, smiling largely.
“I want a crown!” Jimin smiled down at him, “I want a crown…”
“Yes, yes-” Jimin turned up to the cashier, “Hello, I’m here to pick up a book? Umm… something over Beowulf?” The lady smiled at him,
“Yes- it’s in the back…” She pulled up her finger, “I’ll run and get it.” Jimin nodded, he waited for a moment. Looking at the back door, he saw someone coming up to the door-
“Papa!” Jimin looked to Taehyun, “Papa!” Jimin smiled down to him,
“What is it?” Taehyun gleamed,
“Can I go look at the books in the back?” Jimin thought for a moment,
“Really quick, alright?” Taehyun nodded, Jimin letting go of him. He turned his head up to the counter, expecting for the woman to be there. She wasn’t. Jimin tilted his head, who-who left the back of the store? Jimin sighed, well- they sure did want to make him wait. After some time, the women left the back- a book wrapped in plastic in her hand. She lifted it to him.
“It was really buried in the back,” She smiled, “Thank god we have a male staffer- I would have dropped the entire book pile on myself.” She offered a bit of banter, Jimin chuckling along with her.
“I do suppose.” She scanned his book, handing it to Jimin, “Have a nice evening,” Jimin nodded,
“Thanks, you too.” He took the book, turning back. “Taehyun?” He called for his son, “Taehyun?” Jimin started making his way to the children's section, “Ah-” His son slammed into his stomach, “Owww…” Taehyun gritted his teeth,
“Sorry Papa-” Jimin waved him off,
“Forget it- let’s go… Yeonjun is in the car.” Jimin took hold of his son’s hand leading him away. They left the store, Jimin helping Taehyun into his car seat.
“Papa?”
“Yeah?”
“There was a nice Uncle in the back of the store.” Was that the person who left the back of the store?
“Was there?” He smiled, “Come on guys- I gotta be back home and start on dinner. Grandma is waiting up on us.” Taehyun frowned,
“Okay.” Jimin handed his son the book,
“Let’s go home, guys.”
It was late. Super late- but Yoongi enjoyed working. The front door opened, his eyes moving up to meet the person,
“Hoseok?” He tilted his head at him, “Why are you here?” Hoseok smiled,
“Well… I came to look for a book-”
“A book?” Yoongi asked, smiling up at him. “What on?”
“Oh? Umm…”
“Can’t think of a good book for a pun?” Hoseok gave him a pout,
“You see- I come here- with good intentions on how to seduce my man… only to get roasted.” Yoongi stared at him. “So, can we go get dinner?” Hoseok leaned forward, pressing a quick smooch on Yoongi’s mouth. “Then we can head home- get a beer and watch the bachelorette?” Yoongi giggled lightly,
“Yeah?” Yoongi nodded, “That sounds amazing, babe.” Yoongi drew up his phone, looking at the time. “Umm… can you head to the restaurant first? I gotta close up?” Hoseok nodded,
“I don’t know… I could just wait for you- then we can walk hand-in-hand-”
“Hobi,” Yoongi placed a hand on his hip, “I don’t want to keep you here. It’s boring for you to just watch me check over books. Just head out. I’ll meet you there?” Hoseok paused,
“Alright.” He placed his hand over Yoongi’s, “Don’t take too long. I’ll miss you.” Yoongi felt his mouth move into a smile,
“I’ll be quick about this. I swear.” Hoseok lifted his hand, Yoongi took hold of his sleeve pulling him close to the counter. Their faces were so close, Yoongi pressing his lips over Hoseok’s. Yoongi ran his hand through Hoseok’s hair, before pulling back. “Love you, babe.” Hoseok nodded, turning back and heading for the door.
“Love you.”
Yoongi closed the door behind him, locking it. Hoseok was so patient with him. Always understood, and never rushed Yoongi. Thank god. If it wasn’t Hoseok who found him- god only knows where Yoongi would be right now? His phone ringed in his pocket, he lifted it. Reading over the text. Hoseok found a decent Chinese restaurant. Thank god, he was starving. Yoongi was typing away a reply-
“Yeah-yeah- where are you at? Oh, at home? You made-” Both Yoongi and the other person were pushed back. Both of them staring at each other. Yoongi’s phone was flung onto the ground- the other person’s landing right next to it.
“Ohh.. sorry,” Yoongi muttered back, reaching down to get both phones. He looked up to the person, handing him back his phone. “Here you go,” The man blinked, staring hard at Yoongi. “Sir? Are you alright?” The man’s eyes moved down to his hand, staring at it.
“What are you doing here?” Yoongi tilted his head at his voice,
“What do you mean?” He looked up, his eyes meeting Yoongi’s. It was dark, the only light coming from the lamp post above him.
“A-are you following me?! Why won’t you stay out of my life already!?” Yoongi looked around,
“W-who are you talking to-” Yoongi took a step back. He moved up, grabbing Yoongi’s arm.
“Where is our daughter?!” Yoongi blinked.
“Pardon?” Yoongi’s brow moved up, “I think you have me-” He shook Yoongi in place,
“Where is our daughter- where did you take her!” He was insane. Yoongi was in alone, in the street with some psycho. He was going to get his face eaten- he should have asked Hoseok to stay with him.
“Let go of me.” Yoongi growled, “Let. Go. Of. Me!”
“Where is she!?” Yoongi ripped his arm away, staring at him. His arm moved up, swinging. The man stumbled back. Yoongi stared at him, before tossing his phone onto the floor,
“Don’t go accusing people of shit you fucking weirdo. I don’t have kids.” Yoongi breathing was harsh, “Fucking psycho!” Yoongi sped away, clinging to his phone he sprinted away.
He arrived at the restaurant, a little bewildered. Hoseok was standing outside of the restaurant, waiting for him.
“Yoongi?” He lifted his head up to stare at Hoseok, “Babe- what took you so long?” His smile faded, “What’s wrong? What happened-” Yoongi didn't say a thing, and he could already read the distress over his face. “Are you alright-” He grabbed hold of Yoongi’s hand, holding it tight. “Yoongi?” Hoseok was stammering.
“I-it was nothing…” Yoongi moved his hand away, “I-it was nothing I swear.” Hoseok shook his head,
“B-babe are-are you sure?” Yoongi nodded,
“I-it was my fault. I-I fell…” Hoseok took a step closer to him, bringing both his hands together,
“You swear?” Yoongi looked him in the eye,
“Yeah.”
Seokjin entered his home. It was dark, and everyone must have been asleep. He came into the living room, staring at Jungkook seated on the couch,
“I waited for three hours for you.” Jungkook looked up to him. His mouth opened in shock, “Dear lord- what happened to you?!” Seokjin used the sleeve of his jacket, cleaning the blood.
“Nothing. Nothing happened.” He let out a sigh, “Did you eat already?” Jungkook’s eyes were the size of saucers,
“Seokjin hyung-”
“I’m alright.” He spoke slowly, “J-just head to bed…”
“Hyung-”
“I’ll make it up to tomorrow. I’ll take you out for dinner- or something.” Jungkook drew his arms closer to his body, staring at his broken lip.
“W-who did that to you?” Seokjin looked up to him,
“No one.” He pressed his eyes closed,
“Seokjin-”
“I’m headed to bed.” Seokjin turned away, “Goodnight.”
Notes:
:)
Chapter 4: Bottle
Notes:
No one asked for this chapter. Not a single soul. JK. I made it in time so- ha! Yes, y'all choose this fic- here you go now I leave to get me food. Good bye.
My Other Work: Every Cell, Butery Love, Persona, Monster, and Wings it's follow up, Answer
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Chapter Text
Hoseok stared hard at the bruised hand, Yoongi flinching as Hoseok placed a bag of ice over it.
“You sure fell hard on your knuckles?” Yoongi bit his upper lip,
“I did.” Hoseok’s eyes stayed on Yoongi.
“Maybe we should get my mom to take a look at it?” Hoseok looked up, “Just to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself too bad?” Yoongi sighed,
“She’ll think I’m a fool.” Yoongi lowered his head, “It’s nothing... I swear.” Hoseok pushed back in his seat,
“I’d rather she think you're a fool then you be hurt for real.” Hoseok placed his hand over Yoongi’s. “I don’t want you to be hurt,” Yoongi gave him a glum smile,
“I’m alright. I swear.” Hoseok nodded, “How about we sleep on this- and if it still hurts in the morning- I’ll go see her?” Hoseok took in a deep breath,
“Alright.” Yoongi stood from his seat smiling,
“I’m going to go shower,” Yoongi stared to walk away before he stopped turning back and looking at Hoseok,
“What?”
“Are you upset with me or something?” Yoongi asked,
“No, why would you think that?” Yoongi stared at him,
“Whenever I say I want to shower- you usually always say you want to join me.” Hoseok scoffed,
“Do you want me to go with you?”
“Yes…” Hoseok smiled, standing up.
“Alright,” Hoseok moved to him, slipping his hands over his waist, “Let’s go shower.”
Seokjin sits on the bed staring at the floor.
“Why?” He knew he didn’t leave Yoongi in good terms. He wished he’d never see the man ever again, in fact- if they ever saw each other, he was sure Yoongi would have taken a good swing at him- after he called him scum. That is not to say that he didn’t hit him hard. It was hard, enough to break his lip. The issue with this hit was- that Yoongi’s reaction was something he never expected. He was cold. Cold in a new manner. H-he was pretending he didn’t know who he was… It was cold. One of the coldest things he’d ever done. Seokjin sighed, he should just get over it. They were divorced. So- if he wanted to forget Seokjin, then Seokjin should allow it. It is for the best, wasn’t it? Yeah. Seokjin didn’t want to see him, never again. However, his daughter- him not being able to visit his daughter was another matter. How could he just-just move her? Take her away from him. They were both his parents. Seokjin just wanted to see his daughter. To be there for the first time in three years. That was all he wanted. Then- he’d let Yoongi forget about him for good. He’d need to see him again. Just once more.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock… Seokjin stared at the door behind him,
“Come in,” The door opened, a head peeking in.
“Can we talk?” Seokjin stared at the young man. “You just left-”
“Jungkook… I’m-I’m-” He pushed open the door, closing it behind him as he entered.
“We can talk about it,” Jungkook stood over him, his hands over his chest. “It’ll be better if we do?” Seokjin looked away,
“It’s not-not something I’d like to talk about…” Jungkook’s mouth slid open,
“Who hurt you?” Seokjin sighed,
“I don’t want to talk about it-” Jungkook kneeled at his side, holding his hand. “Jungkook, I swear- I am alright-” Jungkook’s hand moved up, taking hold of Seokjin’s face.
“I don’t want you to lie to me,” He looked down Seokjin’s face, “Whatever it is… I want you to know you can tell me, hyung.” Seokjin pressed his lips.
“Jungkook- if there was anything-” He moved up, pressing his lips over Seokjin’s. Seokjin was surprised, his eyes wide, staring at the man ahead of him. Jungkook pushed back, looking Seokjin in the eye.
“I know-I know I’m the reason… you are going through so much… you can’t see your daughter because of-” Seokjin placed his finger over Jungkook’s mouth.
“No…” He pressed his eyes closed, “That’s not your fault.” His voice cracked, “That’s my fault.” He nodded, “Alright? It’s because I did wrong- I did it.” He nodded, “Don’t blame yourself Jungkook.” Jungkook stared at him,
“Seokjin hyung?” He nodded,
“What is it?”
“Let's not be like those couples?” Seokjin’s brow moved up,
“Like what types of couples?”
“The ones who lie to each other.” Seokjin took in a deep breath, nodding.
“Yeah. Let’s not lie to each other.”
Yoongi took in a deep breath, Hoseok’s hand gripping over his waist.
“D-don’t stop…” Hoseok mustered a laugh,
“Wasn’t planning on it.” Yoongi’s hands were over the wall, Hoseok holding him in place. Hoseok’s mouth worked on Yoongi’s neck, peppering sloppy wet- kisses down him. Yoongi bounced lightly, moving a single hand back running it through Hoseok’s hair. Hoseok pushed him further, driving into him.
“Ahhhh…” Yoongi’s moans were like music itself to Hoseok’s ear, “There-there!” Hoseok smirked. His other hand moved down, taking hold of Yoongi’s cock. His fingers were swift, working the lace of his pants, allowing Hoseok the courtesy to go somewhere else. His touches were smoldering. Yoongi buckled under him, his hand moving up to his arm, holding it as for dear life. “H-Hoseok-” His voice was low and a whimper. Hoseok drew closer to Yoongi- slamming into his ass and working for his hand away. Hoseok’s flicked his hand with precision. His stokes, slow and powerful. “It-i-it feels so good...”
“Does it?” Hoseok’s growl in his ear made him tremble to his knees. Hoseok was holding him up at this point, Yoongi only begging for him not to stop. His fingertips ran over Yoongi’s head. Making him moan, loud and hard, shaking as he stood. Hoseok’s large hand seemed to make him feel smaller, his entire hand taking his length. He could hear his own chuckles at the sounds that were leaving Yoongi. It was mind melting. Hoseok was ramming him, and jacking him off all at once. Hoseok, in turn, loved making Yoongi whimper from underneath him. “Hoseok?” Yoongi could barely say his name, his voice running low in only a moan. “Ho-” His pace increased causing Yoongi to bend back- Hoseok snarling while his other hand moving up and down quicker on Yoongi. Hoseok leaned over him, nibbling gently on his ear. Hoseok’s touches were hot. Burning him almost. Making Yoongi quiver to the core. He was hot. His literal body was burning against his. Hoseok wasn’t afraid, running his thumb over Yoongi’s head, spreading Yoongi’s precum, adding lubrication allowing for it to feel even more. Hoseok was spreading Yoongi open, “You-you’re so good.” Yoongi mumbled. Hoseok pushed Yoongi against the wall, bending his ass back. He continued to enter him, his pace rough and hard- with every thrust another cry ran out of Yoongi. Yoongi shook his head, a sudden pan of pleasure building at his groan.
“Oh?” Hoseok picked up on Yoongi’s feelings as Yoongi pushed himself back to Hoseok’s dick. “About to come all on your own huh?” He drew his hand back, his hand now running down Yoongi’s length. If he was quick before, then there was a new word for what he was doing now. Yoongi bit down on his hand, Hoseok diving further into him before,
“Ah.” That was the only sound Yoongi let out, as he slumped over the wall. Hoseok chuckled, his hand squeezing Yoongi’s behind.
“You came?” Yoongi dropped to his knees, looking back at Hoseok.
“Yes…” Hoseok didn’t say a thing. Not a single word, Yoongi taking hold of his cock. “You didn’t?” Hoseok bit his bottom lip. Yoongi perked up, his lips kissing Hoseok’s head. Yoongi’s mouth opened, his tongue licked him- his eyes staring up at him. Hoseok shook his head, pushing Yoongi away- his mouth opening at sudden move. “No- I wanted-” Hoseok lowered himself, staring straight at Yoongi.
“I love you.” He pulled Yoongi to himself, letting him sit over his lap. Hoseok brushed his thumb over Yoongi’s lip, “I love you so much,” Yoongi pressed his forehead over Hoseok’s.
“I love you.” He smiled, nodding. “I love you Hoseok.”
Seokjin looked back at his bed, staring at the nude boy that was fast asleep. Why did he feel so guilty? Was sleeping with him the cause? Was that the cause? No. I-it couldn’t have been. He closed his eyes. Was it what they spoke about before? Was it about lying? Seokjin wasn’t lying to him. H-he just didn’t want to tell him- he was sure Yoongi had brought much strain to Jungkook’s life- why bring him up more? To rattle him further? No. So? Why did he feel so bad?
Yoongi looked back at Hoseok, the man softly snoring. Yoongi gave him a small smile, his eyes drifting down to his hand. It hurt. Bad. He ran his hand to his lip. Why was his chest hurting? He felt a tear run down his cheek. S-something was wrong with him. W-why was he crying? What was happening to him? W-why was he upset? Yoongi was happy. He was with the love of his life, he was happy. He was in love. He loved him so much- he was his everything. Hoseok was everything he knew. So-so why was he crying?
Yoongi sat up,
“Mom’s downstairs,” Hoseok spoke up, Yoongi stared up at him.
“What?”
“You were fussing in your sleep,” Hoseok’s lips moved in a frown, “How bad is it?” Yoongi looked down to his hand,
“Not-”
“Yoongi.” His voice was more stern, “How bad does it hurt?” Yoongi stared at him, his eyes dropping to his bruised hand.
“Bad.” Hoseok sighed, moving to the bed. He sat down at his side, pulling him into a hug.
“Then don’t lie to me.” He held Yoongi tightly, “I worry so much for you.” Yoongi took in his scent. Comforting. Like always. He was all Yoongi needed, for the rest of his life. Hoseok was his entire world. Not a soul could be put above him. This man, who took him in. Who didn’t know a thing about him- yet choose to help him. Choose to fall for such a confused individual, to love a man who didn’t even know who he was. Yoongi ran his arm around him,
“Never leave me,” Hoseok let out a scoff,
“Same to you.”
Seokjin stared out of his office. He didn’t get a wink of sleep. No, his mind decided to haunt him all night. Now, he was tired and work- was as always piling on. He tilted his head at the new document. How much longer would this take? He pulled up his phone to check the time. He turned it on, his eyes growing large. This wasn’t his phone.
Yoongi winced as Hoseok’s mother wrapped his hand,
“Be thankful it’s just a fracture. If it was broken you’d be in so much more pain.” Yoongi nodded,
“Sorry- to call you here-”
“It’s fine.” She smiled, “It’s rare for Hoseok or you to call nowadays… It’s nice to hear from the blissful couple.” Yoongi nodded,
“I would have cleaned up more- or at least made something to eat if I had known you’d be here-”
“I made breakfast.” Hoseok peeked his head into the room, “Is he alright mom?” Hoseok’s mom nodded to her son,
“As long as he doesn’t strain his hand, he’ll be fine.” Hoseok’s mom patted Yoongi’s hand. “There.” She wrinkled her nose, “Don’t do anything to hurt your hand.”
“In that case, you should call out of work babe?” Yoongi nodded,
“Yeah- it’d be for the best,” Hoseok’s mother agreed, “Whatever you hit really did wonders on your hand?” Yoongi nodded,
“I’ll call out. I’m sure Irene won’t have an issue then?” Yoongi smiled to both of them,
“Mom? Come help me serve please?” His mother stood from her seat,
“I’ll do you one better, I’ll make something edible.” Hoseok stared at her in disbelief,
“How dare you-”
“Oh? I dare.” She waved back to Yoongi, “Call out sweety, I’ll call you once the foods is done?” Yoongi nodded,
“Thank you.” She left the room, Hoseok winking back at him.
“You love my cooking.” Yoongi nodded, his hand moving down to his pocket. He pulled up his phone, “I’m gonna go check on her- before she decided to rearrange the entire pantry.” Yoongi smiled at him,
“Well…”
“It’s organized perfectly babe, don’t side with her.” Hoseok left the room, Yoongi turning his attention to his screen. He stared at it. D-did his phone break? There was a picture on the phone. Of a young man. His phone- he was sure he had his screensaver was of Hoseok. Yoongi tilted his head, his eyes growing large.
“This isn’t my phone.”
Taehyung jumped as the door to his office was thrown open,
“Dad- I’m just getting to that case-” His voice came to a halt seeing not his father but his older brother at the door, “Oh? It’s just you hyung.” Seokjin nodded,
“Can we talk?” Taehyung nodded,
“Yeah-” Seokjin entered the room, locking the door behind him. Taehyung was surprised, as his hands were together, fidgeting. His brother hardly ever did that- only when he was really,
“What happened?” His brow moved up, “What did you so Seokjin hyung?” Seokjin sighed, taking a seat in front of his desk. His eyes were placed at the papers on his brother’s desk.
“I saw him.” Taehyung was confused,
“Dad- yeah I saw him too- he’s gonna be on both of our asses if we don’t-”
“Not him.” Seokjin let out, he looked back at Taehyung.
“I saw… I saw Yoongi.” Taehyung’s eyes grew large at the name. He stared at his brother. Had-had he perhaps found out? Dear god- did he find out that he was dead-
“Where-”
“I-I only wanted to see my daughter.” Taehyung stared at him. “H-he moved her-”
“Ms. Min moved her.” Taehyung corrected, “It’s for the best bro-”
“All of you keep saying that.” Seokjin closed his eyes, “I want to believe that- I do-”
“Then just let it be.” Taehyung sat up in his seat, “Forget about him. For good- and focus on Jungkook. His top priority now isn’t he?” Seokjin looked back at him, nodding. “Forget about him.” Seokjin’s hands worked away at the phone in his pocket, “Leave Yoongi and his family alone. It’s time to move on,” Seokjin never thought he’d live to see the day when his younger brother’s council made sense.
“You’re right.” Taehyung nodded,
“I-I know we can’t visit her- but I am sure she knows… both of her dad’s loved her Seokjin hyung. I’m sure of it.” Seokjin nodded, standing up.
“Thanks.” Taehyung waved him off,
“No but seriously, go back to work.” Seokjin gave him a faint smile,
“You too. I see the switch under the table.” Taehyung gritted his teeth, pointing to the door.
“Out.” Seokjin obliged. He walked back into his office. Seokjin sat down at the desk, he lifted the phone. There was a man on the screen. He didn’t know who he was. Whoever he was- whoever he was to Yoongi- it wasn’t Seokjin’s business not anymore. They were divorced. That was final. His thumb moved up to the power button, turning it off. He held it in his hand for a moment, before opening a drawer and tossing it in. He would forget him. Like he should have before- then it would be fine.
“Hoseok?” He drew his head back to Yoongi,
“You called off?” Yoongi tilted his head at him, shaking his head.
“I-I couldn’t…” Hoseok brow moved up in confusion,
“Why?”
“My phone-” Yoongi showed it to him. It was beyond broken. Yoongi made sure of that, “I must have smashed it when I fell.” Hoseok stared at it,
“Yeah-” He shook it off, “Let’s go get you a new one later?” Yoongi nodded, still Hoseok pulled out his phone handing it over to Yoongi. Yoongi took it, the screensaver quickly showing him a photo of himself. He smiled,
“I love you.” Hoseok was a bit confused at the sudden confession, yet responded as if it was second nature.
“I love you too,” He moved forward, wrapping his arms around Yoongi, “Mom give you strong painkillers?” Yoongi giggled onto his chest,
“Yup.”
Taehyung leaned his head on his desk. His brother- his brother took the death of his husband so normally. Well, in his mind- he probably thinks it's his ex. Still, Taehyung- can't imagine- if this were Jimin in Yoongi's place- He shook his head. No. He never wanted to think like that. Still. H-he wasn't upset over it like his family thought he'd be. Thank god.
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Happy 6/13/2019. BTS. I LOVE YOU.
Chapter 5: Raw
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Hi. This story is going place. Somewhere good? No. No- not there. Let me just say that. Anyways... I have to pee. I wrote this entire chapter tonight. It's 3 a.m. Read Buttery love. That's it. That's my favorite story- well. I like writing it. Tell me what story you like, maybe I will update it sooner if I knew alright. Have a nice day. Get some sleep and drink water.
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Also, Namjoon is my daddy. He hasn't been in this story, but he's my daddy.
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Jungkook woke up early. Super early. He went to the store, bought some supplies and went back to Kim’s manner. He had cooked for a while. Super long. He wanted it to be special after all. Seokjin and him could finally have breakfast with his family. This was something different, magical. He was with him after all. He set down the final dish on the table, a platter of bread. Freshly baked. He smiled down at his work. Now, all he needed was for the family to come down- he heard rustling behind him. Jungkook smiled- turning his head back to look at who was standing there.
“Hyung!” Jungkook perked up, Seokjin seemed to be shaken at the voice- his head coming to face him. He looked Jungkook down,
“Morning.” His voice was flat, “What are you doing up so early?” Jungkook beamed at him,
“I made you breakfast.” His chest was out, proud of his work. Seokjin looked behind him, staring at the feast he had made.
“Oh? You did…” Seokjin’s eyes flickered back to him, “It looks good.” Jungkook’s heart fluttered at that, “It does but-” But? Jungkook swallowed hard, his glee quickly fleeing. “I have to get to work… I-I’ll just pick something up on my way.” Seokjin flashed him a smile, “Sorry?” Jungkook took in a deep breath, a large smile consuming his lips.
“I-It’s alright.” He nodded to himself, “Go ahead.” Seokjin flashed him a small smile,
“Thanks,” He moved forward, hugging Jungkook.
“I’ll see you for dinner?” Seokjin let go of him, nodding.
“Yeah…” Jungkook folded his arms in front of him, staring at Seokjin as he fastened his tie. He blinked hard, “Umm… Have a nice day?” Jungkook nodded,
“Yeah. Yeah-” He nodded, “You too.” Seokjin moved forward, placing a kiss on his forehead. With that, Jungkook watched him leave. He shook it off quickly, taking in a deep breath, looking back at the food on the table. There was still showing this to the family-
“Oh my?!” Jungkook spun back, facing Seokjin’s mother. She smiled at him, “You sure went out of your way.” Jungkook felt his chest flutter at the compliment, nodding.
“It was nothing.”
“What is this?” Both of them faced the doorway, Mr. Kim standing there staring at them.
“Dear? You’re up!” Mr. Kim’s face didn’t change his eyes moving to the table,
“What’s all this?” Jungkook perked up,
“It’s a traditional American breakfast! I made it-”
“Are we in America?” Jungkook rocked back onto the heel of his feet, his mouth closing. “Can’t even make a proper breakfast.” He shook his head, staring back at his wife,
“Dear- he tried-”
“That’s what he calls trying?” Mr. Kim scoffed, “Make me something edible-”
“I can make you something else Mr. Kim-” He turned facing Jungkook, his eyes looking him down.
“My wife will make me something.” It wasn’t up for debate, he looked back at his wife, “Have this mess cleaned up.” Mrs. Kim lips pressed together, nodding.
“Yes.” He turned back, leaving the dining room. Jungkook stuck his head out, trying his best to keep himself low. Taehyung came into the dining room, peering out at the food. He moved to the table, taking up a piece of bacon. He looked back at the two people’s pale faces.
“American food?” He shook his head, taking a bite of the meat. “Never had to make a traditional meal for a traditional man huh?” He sighed, “Might want to go pick up a cookbook or something?” With that, Taehyung walked out of the dining room. Jungkook looked to the side, trying to keep himself calm.
“Don’t listen to him.” Mrs. Kim’s voice was clear, “You tried-”
“Mr. Kim liked Yoongi, did he not?” Mrs. Kim stared at him, “He was old styled.” He blinked hard, “That’s what drove Seokjin away.” He smiled slowly, “I’m different… Mr. Kim must have noticed that.” He nodded to himself, “I-I just have to learn a little.” He faced Mrs. Kim, “That’s all.”
Yoongi was jarred awake. His eyes were large as he tried to grasp the blankets next to him. His face wasn’t visible in his dreams. No. What was though- was his voice. It haunted him. Stuck in his mind, as if it was ingrained. Yoongi swallowed hard, trying to calm himself over. Why was this man stuck in his head? Who the hell was he? His first thought was- some crazy guy. Who goes on the street and grabs a stranger- and ask such a haunting question.
“Where is our daughter?!” Yoongi trembled at the thought, “Where did you take her?!” His voice was broken. His voice sounded as if it was pleading to know. Yoongi moved his hand up to his chest. Why did it hurt in here? To think of a lost child? He feared the worst. Where was that man’s child? What had happened to her- and why was that man searching for her? He let out a deep breath. He prayed that she was alright. He truly did. He hoped that that man- no matter how much he was frightened of him- that he found his child. That he could be with her. His hand moved to Hoseok’s- his grip over it increasing tightly. He couldn’t imagine losing a child. He knew one thing about himself. Yoongi would fall apart.
Seokjin pressed his brows together, the door to his office opening.
“What are you doing?” Taehyung’s voice poked out, “You sure came to work early.” Seokjin rolled his eyes,
“Unlike you- I have to get work done.” He drew his pen to his mouth, “Or else father will be unhappy.” Taehyung’s brows moved up at that,
“Wow.” He took the chair in front of Seokjin’s desk, sitting down. “Never thought there would be a day where Mr. Kim Seokjin would care about what our father wanted.” Seokjin glared at his younger brother,
“One of has to.” He shrugged,
“We used to not care.” Taehyung’s voice was meek, “Didn’t have to did we? I mean... Yoongi was his puppet- doing this- doing that. All we had to do was be there.” Taehyung tilted his head, “Though if I remember correctly, neither of us ever did.”
“Are you here to rub that in my face?” Seokjin stared at Taehyung.
“No.” He said flatly. “Listen- I don’t care for that airhead you have at home-”
“Taehyung-”
“Don’t get mad.” Taehyung waved him off, “He is one… besides that- next time he does something as dumb as he did this morning- why not stick around to be with him?”
“What did he do?”
“He served some weird ass food to Dad.” Taehyung spoke up, “You know how he gets-”
“No. I don’t.” Seokjin responded. Taehyung nodded,
“That’s right… You had the perfect husband.” Taehyung shook his head, “Jungkook doesn’t know the first thing about being in our type of family. You might not know this- cause you probably never saw it from him but Dad isn’t the easiest to please. Jungkook- taking the fall for being a dimwit isn’t right. Next time, stick around to bother watching him get scolded.” Taehyung scratched his head, “I’m going to go have lunch with my kids. Want to come?” Seokjin sighed,
“They are in school.”
“So? I can have lunch with them.” Taehyung responded, “It’s not far away-”
“Taehyung. I’m good.” He waved him off, “Tell them I said Hello though,” Taehyung stood from the seat,
“See you at home.”
Taehyung wiped his small boy’s face,
“Taehyun, you eat like a slob.” He smiled, “Your Papa would lose his mind if he knew you ate like this,” Taehyun’s large orbs stared back at him.
“Why did you come down here Dad?” Yeonjun asked Taehyung turned to his son.
“Because Dad wanted to see his kids.” He smiled, “And it’s Friday. I get you this weekend.” Yeonjun sighed,
“We don’t have our things,” He started, “Besides… Papa usually drives back to your place.” Taehyung nodded,
“Well… I wanted to have lunch with you.” He looked at the two of them, “And I wanted to know- if you could do Dad a favor?” Yeonjun’s small brow moved up,
“No.” Taehyung’s mouth opened at his quick response.
“No? Why you don’t even know-”
“It’s going to be something that troubles, Papa?” Yeonjun wasn’t the type to beat around the bush. He was turning more, and more into Yoongi in Taehyung’s mind.
“It’s not for Dad.” Yeonjun leered at his father, “It’s for- for your uncle.”
“Uncle Seokjin?” Taehyun bounced up at his name,
“Uncle Seokjin!” He cried- his large eyes moving to his father, “Uncle Yoongi!” Taehyung swallowed hard, his hand settling on the table in the lunchroom.
“Stop saying his name,” Yeonjun muttered to his father, his eyes moving to Taehyun. “He’s been saying his name- saying he wants to see him again.” Taehyung looked down, “I don’t think he gets it.” Yeonjun pressed his lips together, “He’s dead.” Taehyung nodded,
“I’ll speak to your Papa- alright?” Yeonjun nodded,
“Okay.” Taehyung gave a faint smile to Taehyun,
“It’ll be alright buddy.”
Seokjin entered the house. He was late. He had been kept with a lot of paperwork. That- and he didn’t want to come back home. He stepped into the living from, hearing a hiccup. His eyes scanned the dark room- a light was turned on, showing him slumped on the couch. He stared at him,
“Jungkook?”
“I-I was waiting for you.” Seokjin stared at him, “You said you’d be home for dinner.” Seokjin lowered his briefcase onto the ground,
“Yeah- sorry… I got stuck with a lot of work-” Jungkook turned his head to face Seokjin. His eyes were large, “Hey-hey what happened?” Seokjin moved to him, taking him into his arms, “Did one of them say something-” Jungkook shook his head into his chest, pushing Seokjin away.
“I-I’m no good.” He whimpered. “Your father hates me- your brother hates me- his kids hate me.” He took in a deep breath,
“The kids?”
“Because I’m not-I’m not Yoongi.” He stared at Seokjin, “Am I that terrible?” Jungkook’s voice broke off,
“No.” Seokjin shook his head, “I-it’s that my family… they- they are just...assholes.” Seokjin nodded, “They are super traditional- and… our relationship-it’s not what they are used to.”
“B-because I’m the other man?” His voice was low, “Because I’m some stupid young guy who fell in love with you.” Seokjin took in a deep breath. He hadn’t said it to him. That he loved him. “I-I love you hyung.” Seokjin held him by his shoulders.
“Jungkook-” He dug his head on Seokjin’s shoulder,
“I’m stupid. I know- you-you don’t like me this way.” He trembled, “I thought after all these years… we would finally be together.” Jungkook’s voice was slow. “But I’m still that dumb kid who had that stupid crush on you.” Seokjin took in a deep breath, his eyes pressing closed as he moved Jungkook back. He stared him in the eye,
“I want to marry you.” Jungkook drew his hand up, running it through his hair.
“I know- your family wants-”
“Not for my family.” Seokjin steadied his grip, “I want to be with you. I want you to be my husband- do me the honor.” Jungkook’s words seemed too far to reach. “Marry me?” Jungkook swallowed hard,
“You-You don’t have to-”
“I love you.” Seokjin nodded, “I do.” Seokjin’s hand’s moved to hold Jungkook’s face, “Marry me?” Jungkook wanted nothing more than that. For him to be his.
“Yes.” Jungkook smiled, “I want to be yours.”
Jungkook closed the book in front of him.
“I-I don’t like any of these venues.” Seokjin’s mother sighed,
“Those are the best places!” She called, “Jungkook…” She pouted, “We have to make our decisions- Seokjin and you have to get married. We can’t have you two living together- while you aren’t married.” Jungkook nodded,
“Yeah…” He took in a deep breath, “I just don’t like any of these places.” Her eyes moved to the photos she showed him. “They… just seem so- expensive.”
“They are!” She cried, quickly she leaned closer to him. “You know- My husband will be paying for the wedding-”
“No.” Jungkook shook his head, “I could never ask of that-”
“Nonsense. Parent’s are supposed to pay for these types of things.” Jungkook’s bit his top lip, “Oh? I forgot to ask- when are we going to be able to meet your parents Hoseok? It’s very inappropriate that you are engaged and we have yet to even meet them.”
“M-my parents?” She nodded,
“Yes. When can we set up a dinner- to get to know them? I love meeting my in-laws.” She paused, “Well… not one person.” She rolled her eyes, “But yeah- call them up. I want to have them over for dinner as soon as we can.”
“M-my mother owns a clinic- she works a lot-”
“She can close it to come to meet us. We are going to be a family.” Jungkook stared at her,
“I-I will see… I will have to speak with her-”
“Good!” She clapped her hands, “I can’t wait to meet them!”
Jungkook pulled up his phone, dialing. He waited for a while before the line connected,
“H-hello?”
“Yeah- Hi who is it?” It was his voice,
“Hyung?” There was a slight pause, “Hyung is that you?”
“Jungkook?” Jungkook smiled,
“Hyung?!” He heard the other man’s confusion even through the phone. “How have you been?!” The other man spoke up,
“Wondering when you’d call your family.” Jungkook bit down on his upper lip, “It’s been three years since I’ve heard anything from you. Since mom’s heard anything from you.” He heard a pause over the phone, “Last thing she heard was that you ruined a marriage.” Jungkook took in a deep breath. Had that man’s mother told them? “What do you want now?” Jungkook bit his upper lip,
“I’m getting married.”
Yoongi turned the page on his book, the warmth of the music shop let him take in a deep breath.
“Yoongi?” His head drew up to look at Hoseok,
“Yeah?” Hoseok’s smile consumed his lips as he walked to Yoongi, music sheets in his hands.
“You still reading-” His eyes drew down to his book, “Why not just go to school to be a lawyer?” Yoongi rolled his eyes,
“Yeah… Like I’d ever do that.” Hoseok placed a piece of paper down on the counter, “So- what’s that?”
“This?” He moved it forward, “It’s an address.” He sighed, “I’m meeting up with my brother.” Yoongi’s brow moved up,
“Your brother?” Last Yoongi heard of him- he had moved to America with a man. Quite scandalous- in all matters. Hoseok never spoke of him. Neither did his mother. It was like he died to them. “Why?” Hoseok’s eyes moved up to Yoongi.
“He’s getting married to that old bastard.” Yoongi stared at him, “He-he wants to come back all of a sudden- and make us agree to some weird ass marriage.” He sighed. Yoongi moved his hand up, placing it over his.
“Shall I go with you?” Hoseok smiled up at him,
“No.” He shook his head, “I don’t want you to meet- such a mess.” He perked up, “I’m going to tell him I disapprove.”
“Why?” Yoongi asked. Hoseok never liked talking about it.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Hoseok lifted his hand, “He’s not someone our family likes to talk about.” Yoongi nodded in understanding.
“I want to meet him one day,” Yoongi gave him a small smile, “He’s your brother after all.” Hoseok scoffed,
“You’re the only man I’ve ever known that is more than excited to meet my family.”
“The only man? How many have there been before me?” Hoseok drew his hands up,
“I plead the fifth,” Yoongi smirked,
“That’s what I’ll plead tonight then,” Hoseok drew back to him, a pouty lip in place.
“I love you.” Yoongi smiled at him,
“Me too.” He felt his chest warm up, “I love you so much.” Hoseok seems to sense the difference in response, his eyes clearing and matching Yoongi’s serious demeanor.
“What’s wrong babe?” He took hold of Yoongi’s hand, “Is your head hurting again?” Yoongi showed him a slight toothy smile,
“I can’t say I love you?” Hoseok stared at him,
“Not in that tone,” Hoseok spoke lowly,
“What tone?” Yoongi asked,
“Like it’s the last. The last I love you-you will ever give me.” Yoongi took in a deep breath,
“What kind of talk is that Hoseok?” Hoseok shook his head,
“I love you,” Hoseok said it was the most sincerity, the most compassion he could muster. “More than anything Yoongi, I love you.” Yoongi held his hand, tight.
“I love you Hoseok.”
Taehyung held Taehyun on his lap, his hand over the small child’s back.
“Taehyun?” The small boy looked back up at him,
“Yes, Daddy?” Taehyung gave him a small smile,
“I wanted to talk to you about your Uncle Yoongi.”
“Uncle Yoongi?” He smiled, “I saw Uncle Yoongi the other day.” Taehyung took in a deep breath, “Papa says I didn’t- but I did!” Taehyung patted his back,
“Honey,” He started his voice tender, “Yoongi hyung passed away three years ago.”
“Papa already told me that.” Taehyung eyes moved down to his small hands, “But I saw him.”
“That’s impossible son, your Uncle Yoongi is dead.” Taehyung stared into his eyes. “You couldn’t have seen him-” Taehyun sprang from his lap, sprinting out of the room. Taehyung’s eyes were large. Where was he going? He sprang to his feet- chasing the small child. Shit. He saw him cross down, running down the stairs. Taehyung chased after him, running down the stairs. Downstairs, Taehyun came to the living room, staring at the four adults. His Grandparents, his Uncle Seokjin and his new Uncle Jungkook. They were sitting together chatting-
“UNCLE SEOKJIN!” His small voice chirped up, Seokjin sat straight at the child cries. He was tearing up,
“What is it Taehyun-” Taehyung came barreling into the living room, his eyes flashing at his child,
“Is Uncle Yoongi dead?” The room grew silent.
“What?”
“Daddy and Papa said Uncle Yoongi is dead.”
Chapter 6: Neck
Notes:
I think I've worked out a schedule on updating. First, The first, then buttery love, then dreamland and finally Answer. Cause answer is really spicy- and it's kinda hard to write things when they are spicy. Like this- it's a hard chapter to write. I cried, a little. Not a lot, just a little. Anyways, I have potatoes in the oven and I can smell them. The parmesan actually. I'm starving and it's 10 pm. Anyways, VIC- THE BOOPING HAPPENS AT THE END. I always run my ideas by her, and she approves.
My Other Work: Every Cell, Butery Love, Dreamland, Wings and it's follow up Answer
Anyways- read Dreamland- it's new Dreamland,
Chapter Text
“What?” Yoongi tilted his head upwards,
“They said today is the day,” Seokjin’s voice was soft, almost a whisper- Yoongi rushing to him, placing his hands over his shoulders.
“Don’t lie to me.” Seokjin shook his head, staring straight into his eyes.
“I would never.” Yoongi’s mouth opened,
“W-we are…” His face drew up so much emotion, it seemed as if it would hurt him. “Seokjin-” Seokjin’s hands moved to take up Yoongi’s hands, holding them tightly as if for dear life.
“We are going to be parents.” Seokjin’s hand moved up, his hand holding onto Yoongi’s chin. Seokjin smiled, “We’re really going to be parents babe.” Yoongi leaped onto him, his arms wrapping around Seokjin. They both fell onto the ground, giggling mess as they held each other. Yoongi pulled himself up, his hands on each side of Seokjin’s face.
“We-” A tear ran down his cheek splashing on Seokjin’s. “We are going to be father’s.”
Seokjin stared at Taehyun,
“Uncle Seokjin!” He shouted, Seokjin looked back at Taehyung- then at his parents.
“Why are you telling that to him, Taehyung?” Taehyung opened his mouth, letting out a sigh.
“H-h-he doesn’t believe me.” Taehyung let out, “Jimin just wanted me to tell him-”
“Tell him that?”
“H-he…” Taehyung looked down, “He has to know too Seokjin,” Seokjin’s brow moved up,
“Why not just tell him we got divorced-”
“I can’t just lie to my kid.” Seokjin paused.
“What?” Seokjin stared at his brother, “What did you just say?” Seokjin’s mother moved in front of Taehyung,
“Seokjin- sweetheart- he didn’t-”
“He-he just-” He looked back at his father- and his mother. “Move.” Her eyes grew large,
“Seokjin- listen to me sweety- he-”
“He’s fucking lying-" With this, Mr. Kim placed a hand on Seokjin’s chest.
“There is a child in the room.” He looked back at Taehyun. “Watch your mouth, Seokjin.” Seokjin stared back at Taehyung,
“Taehyun, run along bud,” Taehyung spoke up, the small boy was in tears, scared at his father’s tone. He shook his head,
“Daddy-”
“Get out Taehyun,” Taehyun spun around, leaving the room. It was like a switch, as soon as the child left the room, Seokjin nearly pushed past his mother, and father- reaching Taehyung. Jungkook tried his best, to keep him back.
“Hyung- hyung don’t do this-”
“Take it back! STOP LYING! YOU LIAR!” Seokjin pointed back at Taehyung, “TAKE IT BACK!”
“Seokjin-” His mother started,
“Enough.” Mr. Kim’s voice was booming over the rest, “Seokjin, your brother is-”
“Honey-” Mr. Kim stared back at his wife,
“I’ve had enough. We aren’t lying to him anymore.” Seokjin took in a deep breath at his words.
“W-what?” Mr. Kim looked back at Seokjin,
“Yoongi died. Okay, that’s why Seo-yun was moved- to be by his side.” Seokjin swallowed hard at his father. He seemed frozen in time beyond that. “He killed himself.” Seokjin stumbled back,
“Hyung- are you alright-” Seokjin pushed away Jungkook’s arms.
“No-” He shook his head, “No-No…” He turned back- leaving the room. Everyone in the room was silent. Mr. Kim turning back to Taehyung.
“Why did you-” Taehyung blinked away a tear.
“I thought he knew.” He took in a deep breath,
“Taehyung-” His mother started.
“No.” Taehyung stopped her, “I’m done with your lying- with all of you. He looked back at Jungkook. “If I were you- I’d tell him you lied.” He looked at his parent’s “Look where it got us- now he’s angry and god only knows where the fuck he is going.” He turned away,
“Where are you going Taehyung!” Taehyung turned back,
“My child is crying.” His voice was low, “Unlike you- I am going to go do something about it.” With that, Taehyung left the room.
Seokjin sunk lower in his seat. He hadn’t seen this place in so long. He didn’t know what he was doing-not at all. His old home. Where Seokjin and Yoongi lived. He didn’t know why he was here- he didn’t recall driving here, not intentionally anyways- but he ended up here. He dug into his pocket. His keys were there. Yoongi wasn’t dead. He saw him- just the other day. It was impossible. It was. He took in a deep breath, shaking his head. He was in there. Seokjin was sure of it. He was probably in his office- just reading through fucking work. Like he always did. Just reading, the smell of coffee in the air. Yoongi, filing form after form, glasses on his face- a hoodie and sweatpants the only thing differing his work attire. The sound of music softly playing through the air. He was going to be there. Seokjin was sure of it. He pushed open his car door, the darkness spread over. Seokjin held his keys close to his body. Seokjin walked to the front door, he took the keys from his pocket. He put it in the lock- the key turned. He pushed open the door, staring inside the dark home. His eyes moved to the walls. The photos that Yoongi had smashed on that day- weren’t up. Maybe they were just too painful for him to put back up. He prayed that was the case. That he just didn’t want to see Seokjin’s face ever again. That was it. He entered the home. The smell was unfamiliar, so was the furniture. He could see small things that remained the same. The coffee table in the center of the living room. Some photos on a table at the far end of the room. Seokjin was trying to find it. The thing that let him know Yoongi was there, just that was enough for him to leave. Seokjin went into the kitchen. He went to the cabinet, the cabinet. He looked it down. There wasn’t coffee in there. Seokjin took in a deep breath at that. No. No. No- no! He spun back- running up the stairs. It was a fleeting thought. He was upstairs. In his office- that’s where he would always be. Seokjin’s stomach wasn’t agreeing with him. Not in the least. He pushed open the door. His eyes fell upon the room. The walls were no longer a creme shade, instead- blue. A small twin bed at the center instead of the large desk. The bookcase lined with toys- instead of law books. The drink counter- gone, in it places a television on the wall. This wasn’t it. This wasn’t his husband’s room. No, this was- Seokjin searched his pockets. His breathing had picked up- to something familiar. He was struggling to breathe. He took out the keys, moving to the small room in the corner of the room. He tugged on it. Again. It was locked. It was always locked. He had the key for it. He slid the key into the lock- twisting it to open. Seokjin felt a rush of relief flush over him- as he pushed open the door. The room was dark. It always was. He reached over to the wall searching for it. Searching for the light switch- the light turned on. Seokjin taking in the entire room. It was empty. He stepped inside, taking it all in-
“Why are you in my son’s room?” Seokjin turned back, hearing a stern voice. He saw the small man, feeling himself take a step back.
“Jimin-”
“What are you doing here, Seokjin?” His tone was rough- a bit of a surprise. Seokjin and Jimin always got on. He took in a deep breath, turning his head back.
“W-where is the piano?”
“We sold it to a music shop.” Seokjin paused, “What are you doing here?” Jimin crossed his arms, staring at him.
“I still own half of this house-”
“Are you here to discuss the ownership of this home?” Jimin tilted his head, “If that’s the case. Draw up the paper’s I’ll buy your share-”
“No.” Seokjin shook his head, “No- just where is the piano-”
“I sold it. I said it a long time ago.” Seokjin moved his hand up to his mouth,
“Where is-where is Ms. Min- I need to speak with her-”
“She’s not here.” Jimin answered, “Thank god- she’d have killed you herself if she knew you were here-”
“Jimin-” Seokjin’s voice was brisk, “I-is it true?”
“What? Is the earth flat? The sky blue? What do you want to know Kim Seokjin?” Seokjin felt his eyes burn red-
“Jimin-” He cleared his throat, biting on his bottom lip. “Is Yoongi-” He blinked, “Is he dead?” Jimin’s mouth opened,
“So they didn’t tell you?” Jimin shook his head, “Yeah.” He nodded, “Yoongi’s dead.” Seokjin’s hand- moved up to his head, lowering himself to the ground. H-he didn’t know where he was. Jimin moved into the room,
“Seokjin-- are you alright?” His voice was hushed, in a lot of worry. “Seokjin-Seokjin-?” His lowered himself by his side, “Hyung? Are you alright?” Seokjin took in a deep breath,
“Jimin?” Jimin had a hand on his back, “W-where is he?” Jimin stared at him,
“He was buried somewhere you can’t-”
“Jimin,” Seokjin took hold of his hand, “Please-” Jimin wrenched his arm back, shaking his head.
“You have no right to want to see him,” Jimin spoke in a low tone. “You and he were nothing after you left-”
“Jimin, I know!” Seokjin screamed, “I-I know…” He took in a deep breath, “But he- he and I… We were parents.” Seokjin looked back at him. “Please…” His voice was weak, “Tell me where he is, please?” Jimin stared at him. Holding his breath, “Jimin?” Jimin looked away,
“Just this once.” Jimin nodded, “Get up- I don’t want Ms. Min to see you.” Seokjin was breathing rough, holding himself up.
Seokjin followed Jimin’s car, both of them pulling into the cemetery's parking lot. Seokjin held onto his steering wheel, taking in a deep breath. He was here. Somewhere in this place- his ex-husband and his child’s bodies were here. He didn’t know what was going on. He didn’t understand, a lot. It seemed as if the world had stopped turning. That everything had stopped moving. Everything around him had stopped.
Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
Seokjin jumped at the sound, he turned his head to the side. Jimin was tapping on his window. He took in a deep breath, sliding down his window. Seokjin ran a hand over his mouth,
“You good to go?” Seokjin was processing everything. Trying his best, to register where he was, and what was happening. Everything seemed as if it was moving at a snail’s pace.
“Yeah…” Seokjin nodded, “Yeah-” He pulled off his seat belt, taking his keys out. Seokjin opened the door, exiting his car. Jimin pulled on his cardigan, tightening it over his body. “Let’s go.” Jimin nodded slowly. Jimin leads him, walking slowly down a path. He was silent, keeping a steady stride.
“How long have you been back?” Seokjin was silent, “Seokjin?” He snapped away from his thoughts,
“Sorry- umm…” He paused, “What did you ask?”
“Nothing.” Jimin forgot about small-talk instead, choosing to walk silently. Seokjin was staring at Jimin’s back. It was a decent walk, and with every step- Seokjin’s legs wobbled more and more. He didn’t know how any of this was possible. It was only what two weeks? Two weeks since they last saw each other? How-how could this happen. Why didn’t he speak to Seokjin then? Why didn’t Yoongi tell him- he-he wasn’t happy- Seokjin would have- tried to help. In any way possible- he would have done something- anything. How could he-how could he just kill himself? Jimin’s feet came to a halt. Seokjin’s eyes moved to where Jimin was looking. He saw it. The headstone.
Here lies Min Yoongi.
Seokjin gasped at the sight. He didn’t expect it. Not in the least- the first tear that ran down his cheek- his leg giving up finally, his eyes refusing to look away from what he was seeing. He was huffing, Jimin standing behind him- staring at him.
“I-I-I’m so sorry.” Jimin bit his bottom lip. “I’m so sorry, Yoongi…” He hiccuped. “I’m sorry- please-please- don’t…” He shook his head, “Please come back.”
Jimin placed his hand on his back,
“I’m going to head home.” He spoke slowly, “You should too.” Jimin swallowed hard, “They are already dead… No use crying over it. You can’t take back what you did to him.” Seokjin didn’t answer. “Try not to leave this one- as you did to him. You were his entire world and then-then you left him.” Seokjin sunk his head lower into his knees, “It may seem like I am telling you this because I hate you but-” Jimin tilted his head, “No, I kinda hate you…” He took in a deep breath, “But I know Yoongi hyung loved you.” Jimin lowered himself further, “I’m sure he’d forgive you- for what you did to him.” Seokjin’s voice was low, “But I want you to know- neither I nor Ms. Min will ever forgive you.” Jimin moved his hand away, “So, stop crying- because you weren’t here to deal with anything. You were off- with that slut you found.” Jimin turned away, “Your daughter and Yoongi are finally at peace and together.” He turned his head away, “Go home- to your new man and appreciate him. Appreciate him because you will never find a man better than Min Yoongi.” With that Jimin left. Seokjin tilted his head, his hand digging into the ground below him as the air grew more brisk and cool around him. Jimin was right. Seokjin lost the best things he ever had. He’d never have anything- anything like that ever again. He swallowed hard, his fingers twirling the grass underneath him. How could he do this… Was it their encounter perhaps? Their meeting that brought this all up? Seeing Seokjin’s face- did that cause all of this? Was that the push- was he it? Seokjin lost the small family he built, the one he left. Seokjin was at fault for this all. He was the reason everything went sour and bad. Seokjin ruined things.
Jungkook had stayed up- he couldn’t sleep. When would he get back? When would Seokjin get home? He checked his phone, it was early in the morning. Seokjin hadn’t come home all night. Seokjin’s mother told him- it was going to be like that more often. That’s how it would be- Seokjin lost someone he held dear. Even in death, Yoongi was still someone who drew over his life. That asshole- even as he was six feet underground, was the reason Seokjin couldn’t truly fall in love with him. He was the reason Seokjin couldn’t let go of his past. The reason he couldn’t start a new life but now he knew- now that he knew it was going to be over. He would finally choose to let go of him. Jungkook pulled his legs up to his chest,
“You’ll be fine Hyung… you will be fine.”
Hoseok leaned his head up,
“Yoongi?” Yoongi smiled up at him,
“Yeah?” He smiled at Hoseok, who in turn pouted, “What’s wrong?” Hoseok moved his hand up, poking Yoongi’s nose.
“You’re perfect.” Yoongi shook his head at the comment,
“What do you want?” Hoseok moved around Yoongi, sliding his arms over his waist.
“How about- I finish cooking dinner?” Hoseok pressed a kiss on his neck, “And you go play for a bit?” Yoongi snickered,
“Me? Play?” Yoongi shook his head, “I feel better here- with you hugging me.” Hoseok let out a low grumble,
“So be it,” Hoseok’s arm grew tighter,
“Stay with me,” Yoongi’s voice was faint, but Hoseok heard it- a smile in his voice.
“Always.”
Chapter 7: Lucky Seven
Notes:
Who asked for this? No one. Who made this with a smile on her face. Me. That’s who.
Lol- this is crack.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Yoongi smiled back at Hoseok,
“What time do you think you’ll be home?” Hoseok shrugged,
“I don’t know.” He paused, “Are you sure you don’t want to come- I mean… these are stuck up people. I don’t want to have to face them alone.” Yoongi gave a small scoff,
“I’m working late.”
“Skip,” Hoseok whined, “I don’t want to have to face future-in-laws alone.” Yoongi shook his head,
“I had to take that time off for my hand.” Yoongi moved his hand up, “I owe Irene you know?” Hoseok took in a deep breath,
“I get it.” He slumped slightly, “You want me to bring you back something for dinner?” Yoongi shook his head,
“I’ll pick something up on my own.” Hoseok sighed,
“I don’t want to spend my evening without you.” He relented, “I don’t even want to go look those people in the eye.” Yoongi scoffed,
“I’m sorry.” Hoseok took in a deep breath,
“I’ll forgive you.” He pouted, “But- I’m still going to need something back from you.” Yoongi’s brow moved up at that,
“Really?” Hoseok nodded,
“I want to go on a date.” Yoongi looked a little disappointed at his resolve.
“Really?” Yoongi asked,
“Yeah. We haven’t gone on a date in a while…” His bottom lip puffed out, “Why? What did you think I wanted?” Yoongi’s face grew beet red, as he realized his boyfriend cute proposal.
“Nothing.” Yoongi quickly let out, “Nothing at all.” Hoseok tilted his head,
“You not going to tell me?” Yoongi shook his head furiously, earning him a confused look from Hoseok.
“Huh? Is that so?” Hoseok moved forward, his hands catching hold of Yoongi’s waist. “Not even if I do this?” Hoseok peppered a line of kisses on Yoongi’s neck, earning him a small giggle.
“No.” Yoongi let out, using his behind to push Hoseok off. “Stop teasing me. I need to get going.” Yoongi snapped a little, “And you have a violin lesson you have to get to.” Hoseok groaned,
“I don’t want to.”
“It’s not about what you want to do. If you don’t stop- I’ll be late too.” Hoseok snickered lightly.
“I don’t mind you being late.” Yoongi sighed, knowing- that he was bound to be late anyways.
Jungkook perked his head up from the kitchen, seeing Seokjin walk past it completely. His eyes grew large. He hadn’t seen him for about a week. It had been a few weeks since- since he found out about Yoongi. He hadn’t been home much. Or at all. When he was- he’d spend the night with Jungkook. Then he’d be gone by dawn. Jungkook knew this was grieving. It was normal. Someone he once thought he’d spend the rest of his life was dead. The father to his child. Jungkook didn’t want to force him out of it. He wanted to allow him to feel. He did. But Seokjin’s mother had other plans.
“Seokjin!?” Jungkook dashed out of the kitchen, the other man stopping in his tracks. “Morning!” Jungkook pulled at the finger on his finger. “Umm… Do you want to have breakfast?” Seokjin didn’t turn back to look at him.
“No. I’ll just pick something up on the way to the office.” Jungkook nodded lightly,
“Ummm…” It was awkward, “D-Your mom invited my family for dinner.”
“Why?” Seokjin’s voice echoed. He still hadn’t turned to face Jungkook. Jungkook's smile faded.
“I-You know… I-Our-” Jungkook paused, “Our engagement.”
"Oh.” Jungkook felt his breath caught in his throat.
“You’ll be here right?” Seokjin finally turned back facing Jungkook.
“Yeah… What time?” Jungkook perked up at his answer,
“8. I’m making all your favorites!” Seokjin nodded,
“Alright.” He gave Jungkook a small smile. “Bye.” Jungkook waited, watching him leave-
“Wait!” Jungkook called, running to him. Seokjin stopped, turning back to him- Jungkook placed a kiss on his cheek, a large fuzzy smile in place.
“Have a nice day!”
Yoongi arrived at work. Late have you. But he got there- more sore then he’d prefer but you know… He came to work dammit. Yoong walked to the back of the counter. He liked the quiet atmosphere. It was soothing. The only people who came in here- were kids. Who wanted to read comics, older people who wanted to look at recipes and such. It was silent. It gave Yoongi all the time he needed to read too. He sat back in his seat, staring out at the outside. It looked like it was going to storm. Hard. Yoongi lifted a hand to his head. Holding it. Whenever it got like this… his head hurt. The rain perhaps? Who knows. Yoongi recalls this weather being the first thing in his memory. The only thing he remembers about his life before Hoseok. Hoseok found him while he was driving back to his shop. He took him back to the clinic. Then- Yoongi woke up. He couldn’t remember anything. Not a thing. He was hostile for a while. Throwing things- and pushing away Hoseok as he tried to nurse him back to health. Yoongi was so mean to him. Every attempt to speak with him for months was avoided. Yoongi was so confused. He didn’t know where he was. Why he was. Nothing. All he knew- was that his name was Yoongi. Hoseok tried to find out more about him. Searching up his name- but nothing came up. Yoongi wondered if he had a life before Hoseok. If he was someone. If someone would miss him. He doubted it. Who in the hell would miss him? No one had looked for him. He tilted his head. It was horrible for a long time. He was just frustrated. He had horrible nightmares- still did but… Hoseok was there. He was always there for them. He would console Yoongi. Tell him it was alright. It was going to be alright. Yoongi needed to hear that. Because at times- for no reason at all. It felt as if everything was over. What? He didn’t know. It just felt like the end of everything he knew. It made him cry, weep, sob. His body would grow weak, and his legs would give out. Hoseok would hold him up. Hoseok was his everything. Yoongi- could never repay him. For everything, he had done for him. For god knows how long. He loved Hoseok dearly. A gummy smile grew on his lips as he recalled his morning. Hoseok was loving just as well. Whatever hurt filled past Yoongi had- whatever suffering his body still recalled- he never wanted to know about it. It seemed to him that that part of his life was only pain. Only tragedy, and now- it wasn’t. His life was perfect. Hoseok and him. Him and Hoseok. Yoongi owed Hoseok so much. Hoseok never asked for anything. Even today- he wanted to go on a date. Yoongi smiled to himself, how did he find the most perfect man? Must have been a miracle. He pulled up his book, and stool, taking a seat.
Yoongi was aware of how weird his entire life was. Not being able to recall his past. Who his family was- what his life was. Yoongi however… didn’t want to turn back. He loved his life as it was now. He didn’t want it to change. Not in the slightest. Before, when he tried to remember- he wouldn’t sleep at night, he would feel worse. Now, it was like breathing. That’s how easy living was. Just breathing. Yoongi didn’t want this to change. He was happy as it was. Did Yoongi want to remember? No. He didn’t.
Seokjin looked up from his work. Another deal he had to work on, one he would have put up with it. Work through it. Work through the fact that Yoongi was dead. The man who helped raise their child was dead. The man he married was dead. His child was dead. Both of the people he cherished. were gone. Here he was alone. Working for his father. Doing the stuff he hated. Seokjin hated himself. What he had become. What he had done. Yoongi was dead. It seemed to echo in his mind. The sound of his voice was in his head. It all dawned on his mind. Everything. Their last interaction- a fight. It was always nasty. Not the one they had three years ago. No- the one they had two weeks before he killed himself. Seokjin must have hurt him further. Seokjin was so sure though- that he was over it. That with all that time- Yoongi must have moved on. He always moved on. Even after their child died. Yoongi was the only one who moved on. Seokjin could never. He could never forget his child. Forget being a parent. Forgot how upset he was with Yoongi for not feeling the same. He hated Yoongi for all that. For moving on. Seokjin was so shaken up on all that- that Yoongi was able to forget. Seokjin would never forget that pain. That pain he felt. The hurt. The terror. The thought of having to live without their child. The thought of having to move on. The feeling was etching in him. But now, it was repeated. The dread, the horror. He would have to forget him. To detach himself from him. Yoongi was dead. Seokjin dropped his head on his desk. Seokjin ruined things. Everything he loved was gone. His daughter. Yoongi. Dead. Both of them out of his reach. He wished he could take back everything. He wished he could have them both back. To be happy the way they were- before tragedy struck. Seokjin wanted his daughter, his husband. He wanted his family back. Small and happy. Not what they turned into. Not what it had become. Dead. Both of the people he loved were dead. And here he was. Living. Where had it all gone wrong? Why had this happened to him? Losing them both. He sunk further in his seat, slipping back. He wanted Yoongi back. If he could just- just go back- he would beg for forgiveness. He would beg him to take him back. Seokjin loved him. Seokjin loved him so much. So much that he didn’t know what to do anymore. He already lost his child, now- he lost the love of his life. Seokjin didn’t want to keep this. To keep living without him. Without his child. He didn’t want to. No. Seokjin didn’t want to be forced to move on. He wanted them back and that was final.
Hoseok texted something quickly to Yoongi. Telling him where he was going- and that he sees him later. Hoseok wasn’t a fan of his younger brother. Jungkook strayed from the family after their father died. It was fine. He wanted to go to school- but- the least this asshole could have done was call. He ran off with this old man- after ruining a marriage. Hoseok had indefinably cut him out his life but his mother loved both her children. Hoseok wouldn’t argue with his mother. Even Yoongi told him- for a while now- that his brother deserved forgiveness. Hoseok smiled at just thinking about his name. Yoongi was so kind. Honestly, the best on the planet. Hoseok took in a deep breath. Yoongi was always like that. Kind and gentle. He loved him. So much. Hoseok tilted his head at the mirror. He wishes he was here though- to see what he looks like. Hoseok turns back, looking at his butt. It looked good. Yoongi would compliment it. Maybe slap it if he was really happy. Hosoek wishes he was here. He made Hoseok a better person. That was the only reason he was doing this. Going to meet that kid's partner and parents. What would he do? Talk about Jungkook in diapers- while the older man talked about what- his kids? His retirement plan? Hoseok doesn’t know why his mother is okay with this- her son marrying such an older man. He was a stupid kid, and he was going to regret this. Hoseok knew it. But that wasn’t his fault. The kid liked to suffer, and would- he broke up a marriage. Hoseok couldn’t believe it when they told him. That the small kid he knew- ruined someone marriage. He broke them up and installed himself where the other person was. He was a shame.
“Hobi!” Hoseok groaned as he heard his mother call for him. “Are you ready?” Hoseok slumped a little, seeing his mother poking her head through his room door.
“Yeah…” She took in a deep breath,
“You gonna behave? Yoongi even agreed with me. You shouldn’t be mean to him.” Ms. Jung stared at him, “This is important- not to you- or me but… to him. You know how much he likes this man.”
“He’s like- ten years his senior mom. When Jungkook was in middle school- this guy got married.”
“I know it’s not what you’d like for him-”
“I think it’s stupid for us to go. To go support this- this entire endeavor-”
“I know.”
“Then why are we going? I don’t want this to be his future-”
“He chose it.” His mother stated, “It’s not something I’d want my son to live…” She placed her hands on his shoulders. “But how can I tell him no? He finally called us. After all these years, Hobi?”
“He does it when it’s convenient. He’s using us, mom-”
“He is.” She hugged her son. “But he’s finally speaking with us. How can we just turn him away?”
“Jungkook’s a brat.”
“Let's be nice, alright?”
“Yup.”
Jungkook perked his head up as he heard the front door ring. His smile grew knowing who had arrived. He cleaned his hands off on his apron, rushing to the front door. As he got there, Ms. Kim was there. She looked back, at Jungkook.
“I got this.” She moved forward and opened the door.
“Hello.” Jungkook heard the voice. It was his mother’s voice, Mrs. Kim moved forward, hugging the other woman.
“Welcome!” Jungkook looked back at the door, seeing his older brother.
“Hoseok hyung?” His brother lifted his head to him. Mrs. Kim pulled in Jungkook’s mother, smiling at Hoseok.
“You are Mr. Jung?” Hoseok nodded,
“Yeah- umm… my partner sent these. He apologizes for not being able to come here.” He moved his hands up, handing her a box.
“What is-”
“Pardon my wife.” Mr. Kim appears, taking the box from her hands. “Thank you for the gift. My family appreciates it.” Hoseok nodded, “I am saddened your partner is not able to attend.”
“Yeah,” Hoseok answered. “He sent fruit. Said it was good for family introductions?” Mr. Kim smiled,
“Yes- yes it is, so very much so.” He smiled, “Your partner is very well versed about meeting in-laws.” He nodded, “We are thankful.” He looked back at his wife, who nodded.
“You have a very traditional partner, don’t you?” Ms. Kim added, taking up the box. “I made some tea, would you join us?” Jungkook pressed his hands closer to his chest.
“Yeah.” Hoseok stands close to his mother as they walk in. Jungkook moved quickly- giving his mother a quick side hug. The Kim’s lead them into the family room, all of them taking a seat.
“Can I get you some tea?” Mrs. Kim asked.
“Please.” Ms. Jung spoke up.
“Me too,” Hoseok added, sitting closer to his mother. Jungkook was at his side- further away on the couch. Jungkook sat up from his seat, going to the coffee table and serving them all tea. He handed a cup to his mother, and then to his older brother. Jungkook then gave Mrs. and Mr. Kim their glasses. They all seemed to sit back in silence. Hoseok looked around, holding the cup of coffee closer to his mouth.
“So- where’s the lucky guy?” Everyone turned to him,
“My son- is probably just running a bit late.” Mr. Kim answered. “He’s a hard worker.”
“I bet he is,” Hoseok answered. His mother elbowed him a little,
“I understand.” Hoseok’s mother responded.
“I’m sure he’ll be here soon,” Jungkook answered. “I-I’m gonna go check on that roast I have in the oven?” His mother nodded,
“Go on.” Jungkook dashed into the kitchen, pulling up his phone. He wasn’t home yet. He promised though. He promised he’d be here. Jungkook swallowed hard, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He dialed his number. It rang. His phone was still on. He- he was just working. That’s all it was.
Seokjin stared out of his office window. It was raining. Hard. Seokjin recalls this weather. When He finally divorced Yoongi. He blinked hard, trying his best to not fear anymore. He was scared. What kind of life was he going to lead now? How was he supposed to go on? He can’t be fixed anymore. Not in the slightest. Seokjin was in ruins. He pulled down his tie. Staring out at the street. He didn’t want to go on. Not anymore. Seokjin took in a deep breath, reaching into his pocket- he pulled it out. His wedding band. He held it in his hand, rolling it between his fingers. He couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t go on.
The room had already been seated. Hoseok looking around,
“Is he not going to be joining us?” Jungkook lowered his head,
“He’s running late.” Hoseok nodded, sitting back in his seat. Mr. Kim’s brow moved up,
“Mrs. Jung- where is Mr. Jung?” His attempt to change the conversation was faltered as Mrs. Jung made a face.
“He passed. While Jungkook was young.” She gave a small smile, “I raised all on my own.” Hoseok rubbed his mom’s arm, smiling.
“Oh… a single mother.” Mrs. Kim smiled at her, “What do you do?”
“I’m a doctor.” She told them, “I run a small clinic-”
“Jungkook wanted to apply to a clinic!” Mrs. Kim exclaimed, “Was it at your mother’s place?” Jungkook looked between them. Nodding,
“Yes.” Jungkook nodded, “I was going to go see you then mom.” His mother looked at him, giving him a faint smile.
“Hoseok?” Mr. Kim called his name, “What do you do?”
“I own the music shop in town.” Hoseok nodded, “I teach kids how to play.”
“You play?” Mrs. Kim smiled, “What do you play?” Hoseok looked up for a moment,
“Umm… Most wind instruments-”
“My son- the youngest played the saxophone when he was young. I was thinking of putting my grandchild in for violin- can you play?” Hoseok nodded,
“I can.” She nodded,
“I’ll sign him up.” She gushed, sitting back in her seat. “Must be nice- your home must be filled with music!” Hoseok nods,
“My partner plays the piano. We both enjoy music so much.” The room grew into small talk about Hoseok’s partner- and his shop. It wasn’t as bad as Jungkook thought it would be. It wasn’t bad. It was horrible. Seokjin wasn’t here. No matter how it went- the fact that he wasn’t here made it the worst. Where was he? Jungkook took in a deep breath, tilting his head. Where was Seokjin?
Seokjin leered at the street. He was walking slowly, soaked and broken. Everything was over. What was the point? What was the point of anything anymore? His husband was dead. His child was dead. He was living in a literal hell. Nothing to it anymore. There was no finding the brighter side of things. There was no going back- things getting better. His life was over. Everything was over. There is nothing for him to return to. Nothing he loves anymore. The only things he wanted- were impossibly gone. They were gone- and there was no human way to bring them back. He settled it in his mind. He was going to join them. That was the only way he’d be with them. To be a family again. His legs carried him, to the middle of the street.
The family had moved into the living room. All of them- staring at each other.
“So-” Hoseok tipped back to his heels on his feet. “Where’s your son?” Mr. Kim stared at him.
“I don’t know.” Mr. Kim spoke up, “I’d like to apologize. He- He isn't like this usually.” Hoseok nodded,
“Sure.”
“This meeting was-” Ms. Jung spoke up, “Rather disappointing.” She gave her son a small nod. “I hope we can meet him properly on the day.” Mr. Kim nodded,
“I assure you, my son- will apologize for this- this- foolish behavior.”
“It is.” Hoseok answered, “Why don’t you know where your grown son is at?” His lip curved up, “Is he off with some other person?” Mr. Kim took in a deep breath,
“I’m sorry. I am.” He lowered his head to them, “I will make sure he gives you both a proper apology. Until he does- please know… I send my deepest apologies.”
“It’s fine.” Mrs. Jung moved her hand out, Mr. Kim taking it.
“Our families will soon be joined in marriage.” He took in a deep breath. “So- please know that this behavior will never occur again.” Mrs. Jung nodded,
“Yes.” Mrs. Jung looked over at her son, “Are you coming with us Jungkook? You can come home- you know?” Jungkook stared at his mother. “Until your fiance decides to come back?” Jungkook looked back up at his future-in-laws.
“Go with them Jungkook. I’ll give you a quick call when Seokjin decided to come back.” Jungkook stared at the man. “I’ll make sure of it.” Jungkook bit his upper lip,
“Yes. I-I’ll come home for a bit.” Jungkook moved to his family, Hoseok’s eyes moving to him. He held a glare over his eyes, staring hard at Jungkook.
“Call when your son decided to turn up.” Hoseok spoke up to the Kim’s, “Take care.” Hoseok turned back, walking out of the front door. Jungkook stared at Seokjin’s parents lowering his head to them.
“I’ll see you.”
Hoseok opened up the door, Jungkook and his mother walking in together. Both of them stared at the dark home,
“Babe?! I’m home!” There was no response. Hoseok took in a deep breath, “I don’t think he’s home.” Jungkook looked around, taking in the view of his brother’s home. They moved to the living room,
“I’m gonna run upstairs to change.” Mrs. Jung spoke to them both, “Be nice. Both of you.”
“Looks cozy.” Jungkook pulled off his jacket, “So- how- where is your boyfriend?” Hoseok turned back to him.
“I don’t know. Where is your fiance?” Jungkook stared at his brother.
“Is that how you’re going to behave?” Jungkook asked, “Why are you like this?”
“Because- this is the first time you’ve decided to speak to us- and you’re only here because your sugar daddy isn’t speaking with you.” Jungkook blinked hard,
“You’re an ass.”
“Sure am,” Hoseok responded. “At least I didn’t ruin a marriage-”
“Let go of that!” Jungkook yelled, “It was a long time ago!” Hoseok shook his head,
“You’re still that same fucking idiot-”
RING!
RING!
RING!
Jungkook blinked hard, looking down at his phone. He pulled up his phone, looking at the number. He tilted his head, answering.
“Hello?” Jungkook’s eyes grew large, “What?!” Jungkook took in a deep breath, “I-I’m on my way!”
Yoongi slid his hand into his pocket, holding his umbrella tightly. He looked up at the sky for a moment. It sure was pouring. Yoongi scratched his head. He wondered if Hoseok had gotten home yet? Should he swing by the store and grab something to make- or if he should go to pick something up to eat. That would be easy. There was a fast food place near here. That was enough for him. He could just eat and then go home. He took in a deep breath, the air cool- and harsh. Yoongi likes it better when it was warm. When the sun could touch his skin, that what he wanted. Yoongi sighed but continued to walk down the street. It wasn’t too far. He lifted his umbrella, staring out to the street. His eyes grew large at the sight.
“Holy shit.” His breath was white and pillow as it left his mouth. His body moved without him thinking- seeing a truck blaring its horn at the man. Yoongi dashed across the street, throwing his body over the man. They tumbled on the ground, both hitting the edge of the street- the man scoffed as his back slammed into the street. Yoongi’s eyes were large, he could hear his blood pumping in his ears. His heart ached, head thumping as he peered open his eyes, “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?” The other man’s eyes opened, his eyes staring at Yoongi.
“I’m in heaven,” The man’s hands moved up, caressing Yoongi’s face. He pulled Yoongi closer, “Yoongi. I’m sorry.” He pulled Yoongi’s face to his. Their lips touching. Yoongi’s eyes grew large, peering down at the man. W-what was he doing? Yoongi pushed him off. Ready to send a fist to his face,
“W-WHAT ARE YOU-!”
“Where is Seo-yun?” His eyes were dreamy, and loopy. “I’m never letting go now- I swear Yoongi. Till the end of time, we are always going to be together.” Yoongi stared at him, until- his eyes rolled to the back of his head. The man’s head slamming back on the concrete.
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Chapter 8: Rainfall
Notes:
It's raining so I'm updating. Is that how it works you may ask? Yes.
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Chapter Text
Hoseok thumbed the table set in front of him. He was stressed out a little.
“Sweety? Any luck contacting Yoongi?” His brows knitted together, taking in a deep breath,
“No. He’s not answering me.” Mrs. Jung nodded,
“Jungkook’s not answering me either…” Hoseok felt responsible for that, maybe he just drove him off, “God knows where those two are?” She placed a hand on her forehead, “I just hope Yoongi calls you soon. It’s so late. He usually always calls.” Hoseok nodded,
“I know.” He bit his upper lip, before quickly standing up. “I should go look for him. Right?” His mother took in a deep breath,
“I think we should wait on that. It’s raining hard- what if it’s just that he got caught in the storm?” Hoseok’s eyes grew large at that,
“More of a reason I should go look for him.” Mrs. Jung placed her hand on Hoseok’s shoulders.
“He’ll be fine- I’m sure he’ll-”
Ring!
Ring!!
Ring!!!
They were both silenced at the sound of the phone. Both of them reached down before Hoseok almost cried out. He answered it quickly,
“Hello? Yoongi- are you alright?” Mrs. Jung was silent, holding onto Hoseok’s arm. “What hospital?” He was silent as he heard the other man speak, “You’re not hurt? You swear?” He sighed in relief, “I’m on my way. Don’t move okay? I’ll be there in a bit.” He hung up. Pressing his eyes closed,
“Is he alright?” Mrs. Jung asked, “Hobi?” Hoseok nodded,
“Said this crazy man ran into the middle of the road. He pushed him out of the way. He’s taking him to the hospital right now...” He was relieved that Yoongi wasn’t hurt. Still, he didn’t want him alone in such a place. “I’m going to go get him- you keep trying to call Jungkook. He left pretty distraughtly.” Mrs. Jung nodded,
“I will. Be safe alright?” Hoseok nodded, giving his mother a quick hug before heading to the door. He pulled his keys- and umbrella before running out the door and to his car.
Yoongi held a cup of coffee in his hand, keeping his eyes on the ground in front of him. He was distraught. Soaking wet, and scared. He called an ambulance for the man. He took him to the hospital, and the doctor told him that the man now known as Kim Seokjin was fine. He passed out from shock. Yoongi was a bit relieved when he was told that, letting out a deep sigh. It wasn’t until then that he began to process what had entailed. The man was trying to kill himself. He was in the middle of the street ready to end it all. Yoongi went off and pushed the strange man. He pressed his eyes shut, a familiar ringing coming to his ears. Seokjin knew his name. Seokjin was the same man that Yoongi saw that one time. The one who has his phone. The one who lost his daughter. Where is Seo-yun? That what Yoongi could recall. He was asking for a girl. Was that the name of his dead child? If that’s the case… then he thought he had died? If so… why would Yoongi be there? Yoongi bit his upper lip. How did he know who Yoongi was- was he not some weirdo on the street? Yoongi pressed his eyes closed, his headache had returned in full force. It was like pressure was being brought down on him. He took in a deep breath. There was another thing that had happened. Something- Yoongi never wanted to think of. Yoongi moved his hand up to his lips. Seokjin had kissed him. He was jittery at the thought. What was wrong with him?
“WHERE IS HE?” Yoongi was brought out of his trance, his eyes running up to the front desk- seeing a young man. He was about Seokjin’s height, dark hair and tanned. Yoongi tilted his head,
“Sir-”
“I’m Jung Jungkook!”
“You aren’t immediate family-”
“I don’t care if I’m not immediate family! WHERE IS MY FIANCE? KIM SEOKJIN?!” Yoongi peered down at his black coffee afraid as the nurse at the desk moved to show him the way. Yoongi moved aside a little, as the others finally came to a stop at the door.
“Doctors said they are still running a few tests on him. They said no visitors.” Yoongi’s voice was low before he looked up to meet the eyes of the man’s fiance. The man’s eyes grew small. His face pale. It was as if he had seen a ghost. “Umm… He is fine-”
“W-What the hell?” The man’s voice trembled as he spoke, “W-why are you here?” The man turned his head to the side, looking at the nurse- then back at Yoongi.
“Umm… I found-”
“WHY ARE YOU HERE? YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD?!” Yoongi was taken aback by his comments. He opened his mouth to speak up when “DID YOU FAKE YOUR OWN DEATH FOR ATTENTION? YOU SICK FUCKING-” Jungkook took a step forward, his hand was swift- slapping Yoongi. Yoongi stayed there, stunned. Did this man hit him? Yoongi clung to his cheek, as the nurse pulled the other man back.
“This is not helping sir! This man saved your fiance’s life-”
“He’s the reason it’s bad!” Jungkook screamed, “He’s the reason for it all!” Yoongi didn’t know him. Yoongi didn’t know any of these people.
“If you do not stop this- I am going to be forced to call security!” The nurse yelled back at him, still keeping his hands down at his side, “SIR RESTRAIN YOURSELF YOU ARE IN A HOSPITAL!” Jungkook was having,
“It’s fine.” Yoongi’s voice was meek, “I-I’ll leave.” He bit down on his lip, “I was just waiting for someone he knew to get here.” Yoongi looked off to the side, “I’ll get going.” Yoongi leered off the side of the hallway, staring to make his way down,
“Don’t ever come around him again! You fucking psycho!” Yoongi kept his head down, quickly leaving the E.R and standing outside. The rain had not let up. He stood at the side, picking at his fingers. That man- did he know him? Why would- why would anyone hit you- and not know you? He looked down. What was going on? Why would he accuse Yoongi- of something like that? Why did he know who Yoongi was? What did Yoongi have to do with these people? Why was his current fiance- so… upset with him being here? Yoongi took a step back, his back hitting the wall. He felt lightheaded. His breathing was also rough, and just as it came- he realized, he was crying. Why? Yoongi moved his sleeves up, patting his face. Why was he crying?
Hoseok dashed into the hospital, looking all over. Yoongi said he was here- with someone who tried to kill themselves. Hoseok made it for the counter, waiting for a nurse to appear. He was restless, as he tapped the counter- until he looked up. Standing in the open hallway was his little brother. Soaked and sobbing on the floor. His grew large at the sight.
“Jungkook?” His voice echoed in the quiet place, his brother’s head-turning upwards to face him.
“Hyung?” The boy's head moved up, he quickly found his footing standing up. Hoseok looked back at the counter- no one was there to help him so- Hoseok made his way to his little brother. As soon as he reached him, he jumped into his arms. Hoseok was a bit startled. The boy never showed any affection to Hoseok. What was going on?
“Why are you here-”
“Something terrible happened!” His voice was low, “Seokjin is in there.” Hoseok heard the hurt in his voice. He was sad. Hoseok sighed, running his arms around the younger man.
“What happened?” He asked,
“I-I don’t even know- they won’t tell me anything because I’m not his immediate family!” He whimpered, “What do I do?” Hoseok took in a deep breath,
“You’ll have to wait until-”
“Hello?!” There was another man at the front, shouting for someone at the counter. “HELLO!? CAN I GET SOME HELP?!” Both of them faced the younger man. It was Taehyung, “Hello?!” He turned his head to the side, quickly catching sight of the two. “You-” He rushed down the hall, looking to the door. “Is he in there?” Jungkook only nodded, “Where’s the doctor?” Hoseok let go of his little brother, the boy holding his hands together in front of him.
“I-I-” He paused, “I don’t know. They won’t-” He lowered his head, continuing to cry. Hoseok looked at him, knowing he wouldn’t be able to speak in the condition he was in.
“They won’t tell him anything. Since he’s not immediate family-”
“I’m family. I’m his brother- who the hell are you?” His brow moved up, “And why are you both here-”
“I’m his brother.” Hoseok answered, “Now- you both need to calm down-” The door to the room opened, and a nurse appeared from the room. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the two new men.
“Oh? Umm… Are one you perhaps Kim Taehyung?” Taehyung moved forward,
“That’s me- what’s going on?” She gave him a gentle smile.
“He’s fine.” A sigh of relief flooded the hall as all of them let it out. “The doctor wants to run a few tests… and speak with you.” Taehyung nodded, “Is it true that- he’s his fiance?”
“He is.” Taehyung answered, “When can we see him?” The nurse paused,
“Once the doctor says it's fine.” She gave him a gentle smile, “But nothing to be too worried about. Just-” She looked over at Jungkook. “I wanted to make sure he’d be fine. Which is why I wanted to wait until his family came.” Jungkook stared at her, “The doctor should be with you soon enough.” She quickly moved away, Hoseok and Taehyung both closing their eyes.
“He should be fine. Thank god.” Taehyung repeated to himself, “Thank god.”
“Jungkook- are you planning on staying here?” He looked back at his brother,
“Of course.” Hoseok looked up at him,
“They said he’d be alright-”
“I need to see him.” Jungkook relented, “Go home- I’ll come around after I see him, okay?” Hoseok looked around the hall. Yoongi wasn’t there. What if he was somewhere else in the hospital-
Ring!
Ring!!
Ring!!! Hoseok pulled up his phone, answering it.
“Babe? Where are you?” Yoongi replied in a weak voice. He nodded, “On my way. Stay put okay?” He looked back at the other two.
“My boyfriend is- he’s outside.” Jungkook’s eyes grew large.
“Is he-”
“He’s fine.” Hoseok spoke up, “He helped someone here and is pretty tired.” He looked back at them, “I should go take him home.” Jungkook nodded, looking back at Taehyung. The man was biting down hard on his thumb, pacing. “I’ll be taking my leave?” Taehyung turned back to him, seeing Hoseok.
“Thanks for coming.” He nodded to Hoseok,
“Yeah. Please- I hope he’s fine.” Taehyung nodded, both of them shaking hands. Hoseok quickly rushed out of the E.R and outside. The rain was roaring down harder than before, he moved around the corner to find him slumped on the ground. Hoseok moved to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Babe?” Yoongi turned to look at him, his eyes a faint pink hue. The corner of his eye’s purple. He had been crying. “You alright?” Yoongi nodded,
“Take me home please?” Hoseok’s brow moved up, as he leaned closer to Yoongi.
“Did something happen?” Yoongi was silent,
“Home.”
Taehyung and Jungkook had both waited for about ten minutes- but it felt like an eternity. Both of them nervous, until a woman came to them,
“Mr. Kim?” Taehyung’s hand moved up, both of them leaving their seats rushing to her. “You are his brother?” Taehyung nodded, the doctor turning to Jungkook. “And you are his?”
“He’s his fiance.” Taehyung answered, “Now what’s wrong with my brother?”
“He tried to kill himself.” Taehyung and Jungkook were both equally floored at what she had said.
“W-what?” Taehyung asked,
“As I said. Your brother tried to commit suicide. He tried to get hit by a truck- from what the report said.” Taehyung moved his hand up to his head-
“But they said he was fine-!”
“He is.” She gave him a small smile, “Someone saw him- and pushed him out of the way.” Taehyung gasped, placing a hand on his chest.
“Thank god.” The doctor nodded,
“Yes, the good Samaritan brought him here. Even offered to call the last person on his phone.” She looked over to Jungkook. “Which was you I presume since you came first.” Jungkook stood in place. “I guess he went home before you both could thank him.” She looked down at her chart, “This isn’t his first time trying to take his own life.” Jungkook’s eyes were large. “Am I correct?”
“You are,” Taehyung answered,
“The last time- he lost his child no?” Taehyung nodded,
“He did. H-His late-husband brought him here after he found him in the-” Taehyung stopped himself. “He was on medication. I’m sure he was-”
“He stopped taking it a few months ago.” His doctor answered, “That’s when his last prescription ran out.” Taehyung’s mouth fell open, “We should be thankful someone found him before anything happened.”
“Yes.” Taehyung agreed, “Thank god they were there to help him.” The doctor nodded,
“We- we did a little bit of history to see if anything could cause this and… most recently his husband but also his child both passed away.” She spoke in a low tone, “I think that is the cause. He’s- he’s not processing his grief right again-”
“He doesn’t.” Taehyung responded, “My brother- hasn’t been the same without his daughter. Since the last time he tried to kill-” Taehyung silenced himself swallowing hard, “And the news of his late husband… he didn’t take it well.” Jungkook looked over at him. His breathing nearly stopping.
“He’s asking for him.”
“For who?” Taehyung asked,
“His late husband. Apparently- that’s who he says pushed him-”
“Impossible.” Taehyung reflected the question. Jungkook was still in place, not moving at all. “He died what- three years ago? No way.”
“I understand… but he’s- he’s asking for him. Saying he was there- and won’t listen to us.” She looked up at Jungkook. “You’re his fiance correct?” Jungkook nodded, “Then perhaps- if you both were to tell him… that his late-husband passed… that may help with the shock. If it’s not shock- then we will have to keep him for further testing… but it most likely is just- him being confused and dazed from such- a traumatic experience.” Taehyung nodded without hesitation.
“I understand. I will go speak to him.” Jungkook was silent,
“Alright. You can both go in and see him.” She pointed back to the room. Taehyung walked first, Jungkook cautiously behind him. Both were silent, as Taehyung pushed open the door. A head moved up to them,
“Yoongi-” He was silenced at the sight of the two of them. “Taehyung- Yoongi- where is he?” Taehyung looked back at Jungkook for a moment. His eyes asking him- ‘You sure you want to hear this’ Jungkook only gave him a small nod, biting down hard on his tongue. Taehyung faced his brother,
“Hyung?” Taehyung’s voice was small and gentle. A tone Jungkook only ever heard him use for his children. “Hyung-” His voice cut off him his throat, “Do you remember what happened to you?”
“Of course I remember!” Seokjin called out to him, “Where is Yoongi?!” Taehyung pressed his eyes closed, moving closer to the bed. Jungkook followed him, keeping his distance.
“Hyung… Yoongi-Yoongi hyung died. You know this-”
“He’s not dead.” Seokjin answered, “I saw him with my own two eyes-”
“You must have been confused,” Jungkook answered him. “You couldn’t have seen him,” Jungkook’s voice was high. His eyes blinking hard.
“I’m sure I wasn’t. He was there-”
“Jimin told me you went to his grave.” Jungkook looked up at Taehyung, “You know he died. Seokjin hyung you saw it- he’s dead.” Seokjin blinked once, a tear running down his cheek. The two men standing were silent, hearing soft sobs leave his mouth.
“No-no it’s not possible-” Jungkook ran to the bed, wrapping his arms around Seokjin.
“I’m sorry…” Seokjin lowered his head on his shoulder, “I’m so sorry…” His cries were low, but the other two were so silent it was the only thing that could be heard. His cries.
Hoseok stared at his back,
“Yoongi?” He wasn’t speaking. He didn’t say a word since they left the hospital. “Are you alright?” Hoseok had never seen him so… off. He looked as if he were in mourning. He came straight home- past Hoseok’s mother and off to their room. Without so much as a word. It was so unlike him. Both of them were so worried. Hoseok told her to head home. He would handle it- and call her if Jungkook turned up at his place. “Yoongi?” Hoseok could hear it. Muffled, as if he was trying to silence himself. Hoseok sat up from their bed, now more alert. He pulled his arm, yanking Yoongi up. Yoongi let out a small cry, that let Hoseok know he was crying. Hoseok held his wrist, seeing him try to push him off,
“Let-let go…” He whined, “Let go of me.” Hoseok tilted his head, forcing Yoongi to stare at him. This was the first time he got a good look at his face. His cheek was bruised up, and a small cut on his lip was present.
“What happened-” Hoseok couldn’t even finish his question- Yoongi pouncing on him. He felt him tremble, stir and cry. Hoseok held him, running his hands over his back. Whatever it was. It left him in such a bad state. He had never seen Yoongi like this. So broken. His partner was not like- not ever. “What happened?” He asked, but expected no answer. He asked himself more than anything. What had happened to him- while he was gone? While he took this man to the hospital? Did seeing someone almost take their lives hurt him so much?
“I love you.” Hoseok’s brow moved up as he heard his muffled voice from his chest, “I’m so sorry.” Hoseok didn’t like how that sounded. Not even a little. He pushed him back a little, his brow moving up.
“What’s wrong- Yoongi-” Yoongi embraced him tighter- not wanting to show him his face. “Yoongi?”
“I’m so sorry…” Hoseok cradled him. Protecting him from the world.
“It’s alright,” Hoseok spoke into his ear, rocking Yoongi in his grip. “It’s alright Yoongi. No matter what it is- it’s alright.” His fingers ran through his hair. “I love you too.” The man continued his cries, and Hoseok never moved away holding him there until he fell asleep. Hoseok set him back on the bed, his eyes never moving away from him. Why was he sorry? Yoongi could do no wrong in Hoseok’s book. They were the loves of each other’s lives. Both of them could hide nothing from each other. Hoseok let out a deep breath. Had he found out?
Jungkook stared at the white wall of the hospital. Taehyung was getting the discharge papers. Jungkook was left waiting until he came back and they could take Seokjin home. Jungkook was bewildered and so confused but he knew one thing. Min Yoongi wasn’t dead. How or why? He didn’t know. But he was alive- and he saw Seokjin. Seokjin remembers seeing him. Jungkook didn’t want him this distraught ever again- because it made no sense. Why was a dead man back? Why was a dead man seeing their ex-husband? He was engaged already. He had no chance to get back with him. Is it possible that-that that man did all this to make Seokjin go back to him? Pretended to be dead for attention? Because he knew how kind-hearted someone like Seokjin was? Because he knew Seokjin would break? Jungkook’s foot tapped the ground beneath him, a tick he had going on most of the night. He told him. Yoongi was dead. He was bound to make sure Seokjin believed that. He was going to make sure Min Yoongi remained dead in Seokjin’s mind. His fiance was already in ruins. The man took their daughter away- and then pretended offed himself? To what? Hurt Seokjin more. He knew the man already once tried to kill himself- Jungkook closed his eyes. He couldn’t even believe it. Was he that grief-stricken after their daughter’s death that he killed himself? Yoongi must have known. He took him to the hospital first. He was the one who knew about all of this. So why would he do this- pretend to die? To make him suffer more. No other reason. He was a monster. No other way to put it. He sighed, pressing his eyes closed. He was going to protect Seokjin from him. He swore to himself that.
“Jungkook?” He was brought out of his thoughts looking back up at Taehyung, the man holding up a bag with prescriptions. Jungkook moved from his seat, and to him.
“Is he going to be let go?”
“Yeah.” Taehyung nodded, “I got more of his medicine. It- I’ll make sure he takes it when we get home.” Jungkook nodded, “I wanted to speak with you about all this first.” Jungkook’s brow moved up,
“About what?”
“You are not to tell my parents about this. They worry enough about him- they don’t need to know this all happened-”
“But it happened before-”
“They don’t know about that. Only Yoongi knew… He- he told me because he had to call off work for a week… Seokjin did it right after their daughter died.” He stared at Jungkook. “He’s lost both of them now.” Jungkook felt a lump in his throat, “Please- don’t bring it up. It’ll only cause him more pain. I will just make sure he takes his medicine and- it’ll be fine.” Jungkook stared at him.
“Okay.” Taehyung gave him a faint smile. It was the only kind look this man had ever given Jungkook.
“Thanks.” He sighed, “I’ll go get him? And then I’ll drive him home-”
“Do you want me to do that?” Taehyung stared at him,
“Didn’t you want to go home-” Jungkook shook his head,
“No- no I don’t want to leave his side.” Taehyung nodded,
“Yeah- yeah it’s for the best. I-I dropped my kids off at my ex’s place cause- I was in a hurry-” He sighed, “I should go pick them up. Tell Jimin sorry too…” He nodded, lifting the papers and medicine to Jungkook. “Take care of him please?” Jungkook gave him a small smile,
“Of course I will.” Taehyung waved at him before leaving.
Seokjin hadn’t spoken a word since they left the hospital, Jungkook helped him change into different clothing to make sure no one would ask a thing when they arrived home late. Jungkook pulled into the driveway- and without another word- Seokjin got out of the car. Jungkook put the car in park- quickly turning it off before leaving the car and rushing after him. They opened the front doors, the home silent. Thank god. Jungkook didn’t want to have to deal with Mr. Kim right now- Seokjin didn’t care about that, making it to the stairs. He ran up them, Jungkook nearly shouting- knowing what kind of painkillers he was on. He chased after him until he reached his room. Seokjin threw the door closed behind him. Shutting Jungkook out. Jungkook stared at the door between them. Why was he behaving like this? It was because Min Yoongi had wriggled his way back into his mind. Because Min Yoongi was a snake. A lying snake who only sought to hurt him further. Jungkook took in a deep breath. It was going to be fine. In some time- he’d forget about the man. He’d think he’s as good as dead- because he was- and Jungkook would be his one again. He’d tell him he loves him. And they’d be happy together.
Yoongi woke up, seeing Hoseok asleep at his side. Yoongi’s fingers stroked his face, guilt building up in his stomach. That man kissed him. And he hadn’t told Hoseok- the man who he never wanted to hide a thing from. Yoongi couldn’t bring himself to say what had happened. Why? Why couldn’t he just tell him- why was it that when it came to this man that Yoongi always had to lie to Hoseok. About his hand, his phone, and now this… a kiss. He moved his hand up to his lips.
“Who the hell are you Kim Seokjin?”
Notes:
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Chapter 9: Chapter One
Notes:
Not feeling great.
Chapter Text
Yoongi was dead. Seokjin stared up at the ceiling of his room.
“Yoongi…” His voice was low, echoing in the room. He wanted him back. He wanted to go back- and be with him. Yoongi. He was dead. That’s what everyone was saying. Seokjin didn’t believe that for a second. He wasn’t insane. He knows someone pushed him out of the way. Someone. That, someone, was Yoongi. Seokjin doesn’t care- what anyone says. He knows what he saw- if that wasn’t Yoongi- then who was it? Seokjin sat up, his feet sliding over his bed. He was sure.
Yoongi’s eyes peered open, feeling warmth wrapped around him. He smiled, Hoseok tightly wound around his body. Hoseok’s face was skewed in sleep. Hoseok held a quiet expression, eyes closed, soft breathing. Yoongi tipped his head forward, staring. Hoseok was just so peaceful to look at. Time passed, Yoongi only staring at him.
“I’m so sorry…” Yoongi’s voice was very low, only seeing him stir. Yoongi swallowed hard. Hoseok’s eyes opened, facing him.
“Why?” Yoongi only smiled,
“I’m gonna get off of work late tonight.” Hoseok let a frown consume his face, sliding up. “I’ll make it up to you later?” Hoseok only pressed his eyes closed, taking hold of Yoongi and pulling him into a tight embrace.
“If you stay a little longer- then you won’t have to make it up to me later.” Yoongi sneered into his ear,
“You know I want to…” Hoseok only let out a deep sigh,
“But?” He whispered.
“But we have to get up,” Yoongi spoke lowly, “We have to.” Hoseok took in a deep breath, his grip still vice over Yoongi.
“I know.” Hoseok let out. It confused Yoongi. Hoseok was always so mushy, especially in the mornings. His grip came undone, and Yoongi was freed. Freed from his arms. Yoongi sat up, his hands folding onto his lap.
“Hobi?” Yoongi’s voice cracked, “I love you.” Hoseok’s eyes moved up to him,
“I love you too.” Yoongi didn’t like it. It didn’t sound real. Didn’t sound like Hoseok did, not truly. It was his voice- but it held nothing behind it. No substance, only a voice. Yoongi placed his hand on Hoseok’s leg,
“Hoseok?” Yoongi’s voice was shivering, weak and squicky. “Hoseok- umm…” Yoongi bit down hard on his bottom lip, “Hoseok… Can I ask you something?” Hoseok moved slowly, sitting up. He was moving tiredly. Hoseok was not a morning person- even if Yoongi saw him as his actual sunshine. Hoseok’s eyes were still half-closed, mouth in a cracked expression.
“Yeah, what is it?” Hosoek moved up his hand to his mouth, rubbing his upper lip. Yoongi stared at him. Hoseok had so many characteristics that he loved. His hands were large, his face gentle, coming into a smooth smile. He had a natural glow to him, like just looking at him brings you joy. So much of Hoseok was all that Yoongi needed. Yoongi held a belief that Hoseok was an actual angel. One that saved him- saved him from the world.
“Who am I?” Hoseok stared at Yoongi, his eyes growing small. Yoongi could see that the question had woken him up.
“W-WHA-” Hoseok shook his head, “What?” Yoongi’s fingers curled on the blanket underneath him.
“Hoseok? Who am I?” Hoseok’s mouth opened,
“I told you- I took you to the police and-”
“I know that.” Yoongi’s legs moved closer to his body, “But… but do you know who I was? What I was?” Hoseok’s expression quickly changed, into something Yoongi recognized. Pity. It was a pity. All would have it. Yoongi didn’t even know who he was. Didn’t know a single thing past meeting Hoseok- seeing his mother, falling in love with him. Yoongi knew everything about Hoseok. Every single little thing- and he knew nothing. Not a thing about what kind of a person he was. “How can you even say you love me- if you don’t know who I am?” Hoseok’s brows relaxed, his head shaking. Yoongi felt almost offended, seeing Hoseok chuckle. “W-why are you laughing-”
“Because you’re funny,” Hoseok wiped away a tear from his eye, “What the hell have you been thinking? That I can’t love you because I don’t know you?” Hoseok shakes his head, and with a hop- he jumped Yoongi. They rolled on the bed a little, Hoseok holding Yoongi over him- holding him tightly.
“This isn’t funny!” Yoongi called down to him,
“I know.” Hoseok closed his eyes, “But I can’t help but laugh- do you think I don’t love you because? Because I don’t know who you were?” Yoongi nods,
“Exactly!”
“So what if I don’t know who you were?” Hoseok scooped Yoongi up, holding him over his lap. Hoseok’s hands moved around Yoongi, rubbing his back. “I don’t care who you were,” Hoseok held him tightly, “Whoever you were, whatever you were… it doesn’t matter. I love you. The you I know right now.” Yoongi felt his head throb, his head becoming heavy. “Don’t go worrying about anything except you- and me. Everything else… it’s just background noise.” Yoongi melted in his arms, Hoseok having no problem holding him tightly. “I love you.” Hoseok repeated, “I love you more than anything… me and you- we are always going to be together, alright Yoongi?” Yoongi’s ears rang at what he heard.
“I will.” Yoongi spoke up, “I will always love you,”
Jungkook was nervous, nervous to all end.
“Eww…” Jungkook turned his head back to the door, hearing a small voice. It was Taehyung’s son- Yeonjun. “Why are you bitting your nails?” Jungkook looked down to his hands, catching himself doing just that. He had bitten down to a bloody point, his fingers were raw, and his mouth covered in blood. He blinked, quickly wiping off his the blood from his mouth.
“Wh-when did you get-”
“Yeonjun!” Taehyung called to his son, coming into the kitchen holding Taehyun over his side, the little child fasts asleep snoring softly. “Me and you have a trip to the bookstore. Your dad said you have a project.” Yeonjun looked back at Taehyung, his eyes showing how bored everything seemed to him.
“I was just going to order them-”
“Nonsense!” Taehyung called- way too loud. The child in his arms was a bit cranky, waking up. Taehyun began to stir, his little hand hitting his father’s face. Jungkook watched, as the child began crying. Yeonjun only folded his arms over his chest, shaking his had.
“He woke him up…” Taehyung began bouncing the babe in his arms. Jungkook was surprised at how vastly different the children were. Yeonjun only looked on,
“I’ll just order them-”
“No-no…” Taehyung started to bounce his other son, “I can just take him with us-”
“We can’t take a crying baby.” Yeonjun shook his head. Jungkook perked his head up at that notion.
“I-I can…” All of them looked back at Jungkook, “I can take Yeonjun to the bookstore.” They were both surprised that he even offered, “I mean if you want?! And if it’s okay with you!?” Taehyung nodded,
“Yeah-yeah that’d be a big help.” Taehyung smiled at him, “Thanks.” Taehyung hit Yeonjun with his hip, “Go get ready bud. He’s taking you to the bookstore.”
“PAPA!” Taehyun’s voice ran through everyone’s bones. The boy could shatter glass. Taehyung gritted his teeth,
“No-no.” Taehyung tried, ”Only dad.” Taehyung winked at Jungkook- quickly leaving the kitchen. Yeonjun stayed behind, staring at the older man. Jungkook wondered what went through this boy’s mind.
“Yeonjun? What book-”
“Bad habit,” Yeonjun said it, without moving. “When I used to bite my nails- Uncle Yoongi said it was a bad habit. Drop it- it lets people know you’re really nervous.” He tilted his head, “Uncle Seokjin hates it too.” With that, the child turned back- leaving Jungkook in the kitchen.
Seokjin ran his hand through his hair. His mind was insane. All he could think about- was Yoongi. Yoongi couldn’t be dead. Not in the least. He was alive- Seokjin was sure of it. In his bones, it told him.
“He’s not dead.”
Knock!
Knock! Seokjin lifted his head, facing the door.
“Come in!” The door cracked open, and a hand popped in. Seokjin tilted his head, “Who-?” And without another moment, the door was thrown open and in came in a familiar face.
“Your best friend!” Namjoon smiled at the man, “I heard you came back!” Seokjin cracked a small smile,
‘Yeah-”
“Bastard!” Namjoon yelled, causing Seokjin to bounce. “How dare you come back- not tell me!? And then not go buy me drinks!?” Seokjin shook his head,
“You’re insane!”
“Damn right I am!” Namjoon called out, “Now, why do you look like that?!” Seokjin looked down for a moment,
“Like-”
“Like it’s the end of the fucking world!” Namjoon shook his head, “No ones fucking died!” Seokjin stared at him,
“Namjoon-” He paused, shaking his head. “Namjoon- did you know?” Namjoon’s brow moved up,
“Know what?” Namjoon seemed confused, not knowing what he was talking about.
“Yoongi died.” Namjoon stared at Seokjin,
“What?” Seokjin heard the shock. He didn’t know. Of course, he didn’t… Namjoon might have hated Yoongi… but if he died- if he had known- the first person he’d call would be Seokjin.
“He died. After I left…” Seokjin bit down on his lip, “After I left he killed himself.” Namjoon paused, leaning back on the door behind him,
“What-” He shook his head, “Seokjin- Seokjin oh my god.” Namjoon rushed Seokjin, holding him tightly into a hug. Why-why did this seem so real? So in reality? Because he knew Namjoon? Because Namjoon knew Yoongi? “I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry Seokjin…” He clung tightly onto Seokjin, “I didn’t know.”
Yeonjun was a difficult child. That’s what Jungkook thought. The boy was troublesome, in a manner that could be described as such. He was crude, blunt and in all fairness exactly like his fathers. The boy sat in the backseat, silently on his phone. He was watching some documentary on dinosaurs. That was the only thing that reminded Jungkook that he was still only just a child.
“So… what is your favorite dinosaur?” Yeonjun looked up, his eyes on the boy,
“I like the pterodactyl.” Yeonjun looked up, “You?”
“More of a stegosaurus guy myself,” Jungkook’s lips moved into a smile, “They have cool spikes on its back.” Yeonjun nodded,
“They do.” He tilted his head, “My cousin used to like them.” Yeonjun took in a deep breath, “Said they were big and flashy. I don’t care for them too much,” He pressed his eyes closed. “When are you getting married?” The question was a bit silent,
“Soon? Soon enough that’ll I have to miss school?” Jungkook chuckled a little,
“No… Probably into the future…” Jungkook’s lips perked up, “Why? Can’t wait for a wedding?” Yeonjun shook his head,
“No. I just want to know… so I can put it into my schedule.” He was twelve. Twelve and already had plans? What the hell? Jungkook’s brow moved up, turning into the parking lot to the book store. Jungkook parked and turned off the car. Yeonjun unbuckled himself, Jungkook getting out of the car. Yeonjun looked up to him,
“What are you doing?” Jungkook’s brow moved up,
“I-I’m going with you-”
“Why?” Yeonjun asked, “I ordered the books.” Jungkook was a bit taken aback by what he heard. Jungkook only sighed, reaching for his wallet- he opened it and took out his card- handing it to. “Why are you giving me that?”
“So you can pay for your books-”
“Papa paid for them online.” He stared up at Jungkook, “He only asked for you to take me here.”
“Well… you can buy a snack-”
“Are you saying I’m poor?” What? How-how in the world did this become a question on his wealth? “Cause I’m not.” Yeonjun moved to his pocket and pulled out a tiny spiderman wallet. It was odd. It matched Jungkook’s old one. Yeonjun took out the card, flashing it to Jungkook. It was black.
“How-”
“Grandma Min tells me never to take money from strangers.” He sighs, “Dad, and Papa always tell me if I need anything ask them. I’m not poor. I don’t need your money.” Jungkook felt awkward. He was a child,
“You know- adults like me… we usually pay for-”
“You’re not like Dad and Papa’s age. You don’t have to worry about paying for anything.” Yeonjun moved away and went ahead to the bookstore. Jungkook stared at him, the boy pushing open the door. Jungkook wondered… if he was like this because of his father, Jimin. Why else was he like this? Yoongi’s grandmother? She had a hand in his behavior too, Jungkook was so sure of it. Jungkook leaned on the car door, waiting for Yeonjun to get back. He lowered his head, staring at the ground. Jungkook wondered- why he was like that? Jungkook knew a few things that would make kids melt. One thing, one thing he knew for sure… was that ice cream could always make kids like him. Jungkook knew that. Knew that was a way to make him see Jungkook- as something other than just an intrusion, a bother… some slut who made its way into his family and is there to take their money- because that isn’t what Jungkook was. He wasn’t just another person who wanted to intrude on this family. No, he loved Seokjin. Loved him in a way no one else would.
“All I have to do is wait-” Jungkook’s words were torn from his mouth, as he grew pale. He was staring at him, at him. Yoongi. Min Yoongi. The man or ghost was just walking… walking- walking straight into the bookstore. “What-” His body moved quicker than his mouth, Jungkook taking hold of the side of Yoongi’s shirt. He grabbed him hard, a harsh yank pulled him into view. Yoongi was as scared as could be, eyes growing to the size of saucers. “You fucking asshole!” Yoongi’s eyes grow large,
“What-”
“Why are you here? Why are-” Yoongi hands moved up and shoved Jungkook back,
“Don’t touch me.” Yoongi shook his head, “You’re insane. You’re totally insane.” Yoongi took in a deep breath, “You’re- you’re…” He took in a deep breath, “Stop following me! I left you and that man alone- so leave me alone!” Jungkook was floored. He was the one who was following him! He was the one who wouldn’t leave him alone. The one who didn’t let him have a moment of peace. Jungkook only shook his head,
“Leave me alone.” That was all he could muster, “Leave me alone already!” Jungkook shrilled, “Leave me and Seokjin alone already!” Yoongi stared back at him, stared back possibly confused.
“Then stay out of my life.” Yoongi shook his head, “STAY OUT OF MY LIFE!” Yoongi screamed, pushing him away. Yoongi huffed before he dashed off. To the direction, he came from. Jungkook was going to chase after him- to go find him- when-
“What are you doing?” Jungkook turned back, looking down at the child. He had a bag in his hand, eyes large- staring at Yeonjun.
“Nothing.” Jungkook let out, “Nothing is wrong.” He put on a fake smile, “L-let’s go get ice cream?” Yeonjun’s brow moved up,
“What? No- I can’t.” Yeonjun replied.
“Why?” Did he see him- did he by any chance see Yoongi?
“Let’s go.” Jungkook was out of breath, taking hold of Yeonjun’s collar. “Get in the car.”
Yoongi let out a deep breath,
“Sorry,” Yoongi closed his eyes, “Some nut job was chasing me.” Irene nodded,
“Understandable.” She smiled, “It’s alright…” She placed her hand on his shoulder, “How about I go get us some lunch- and you hold up the store?” Yoongi flashed her a smile,
“Please?” She nodded,
“I’ll be back in ten,” She leaned closer to him, “Don’t miss me too much.” She whispered before she left.
Jimin held his phone to his ear. He was a great father, or at least he tried to be. No sugar after sundown, no bad-mouthing their other father who was for the most part incompetent. How? Jimin asked Taehyung to pick up six volumes for their son’s research project. He ordered them. He sent him the bookstore to pick them up. It was the easiest of errands to do, something to do while picking up dry cleaning for fuck’s sake- but oh no, his son called him. Told him they couldn’t get all six books. So, here Jimin was cold. Dazed from work, and ready to fight the person who didn’t have all the books. Jimin sipped his coffee, opening the store to the counter. The counter was empty. These people really didn’t have their shit together. Jimin pulled his phone, going to his email to find the notification that his books were ready. His eyes moved down, seeing a bell. Jimin hit it a few times,
“Hey! Can I get some help?!” Jimin was not having it today? “Hello?” He rang the bell more,
“Coming! Coming!” Jimin heard him from behind. So, there was someone working here? Jimin took in a deep breath, as he heard the man moved around the corner. Jimin scrolled through his phone, looking for the confirmation email. “How can I help you?”
“I ordered some books… my son’s father came to pick it up- and… he didn’t get it.” Jimin looked up, all of it came rushing to his face. Jimin’s phone crashed onto the counter- shattering right there.
“Shit!” The man called, reaching down to pick up the phone, “You-you dropped your phone-” The man’s face was pale white, eyes small. He looked scared, almost as if he’d seen a ghost. “Sir- are you alright?” His hand moved out, taking hold of Jimin’s. It wasn’t cold. He could feel it. He could feel his hand. A tear ran down Jimin’s cheek, his mouth trembling. What had happened? What had happened- why was he? Jimin’s mouth opened,
“Y-you-” He held out Jimin’s phone,
“Sir, is there something wrong? Something I can help you with?”
“Yoongi?” His name. He said his name. Yoongi was confused, so very confused.
“Yeah-”
“You’re alive.” Yoongi looked down at his body, then back up.
“Yeah, yeah I am…” He nodded, “Is there something-”
“You’re alive.” Jimin shook his head, a small shriek leaving his mouth. “Ho-How Yoongi…?” He stumbled back, his legs weak. His legs turned to mush, slipping to the ground. Yoongi was so scared, running to him.
“Sir-” The man was so scared. Staring up at him,
“Thank god.” His words were a whisper, and before Yoongi could get anything out- Jimin jumped him, pulling him into a hug.
Chapter 10: Socks
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Assuming the world still spins, Yoongi’s all came to a halt. It was odd. The man wrapped around, half sobbing- half thanking god for some reason. Yoongi was so dumbfounded. Who the fuck was this small, brown-haired man holding him? Why did he know his name? Why was he crying? Yoongi swallowed hard before he slid his hand between them- pushing back the man. His large red eyes seemed so surprised by this action-
“Yoongi?” He tilted his head, “Yoongi- it’s me? Me-” He staggered forward, “It’s Jimin-”
“I-” Yoongi shook his head, “I don’t know you.” The man stared at Yoongi as if he had said a joke. Some kind of a sick joke that had left his mouth.
“I’m- I’m… I’m- like your brother…” Yoongi felt a chill run through his entire body. What? “You-” Jimin opened his mouth, “You’re alive.” His eyes were glassy, a sure sign that his tears were not over yet. Yoongi was distraught, as to who this man was. As to what this man would lead to. “Yoongi- Yoongi you- do you remember who I am?” Yoongi had not a single clue who this man was. Not in the least. Yoongi shook his head. A gasp left his mouth, “Yoongi? You- you don’t know who-” He blinked hard, a tear falling over his cheek. “Yoongi- you don’t know who I am?” Again Yoongi shook his head,
“I don’t.” He said, as to confirm the man’s worst fears.
“Good god…” His mouth was open, “Yoongi- Yoongi- Please…” He stumbled up to his feet, “Please tell me you are joking- that you- just ran away-”
“I’m not.” Yoongi spoke a bit louder, “I have no idea who the fuck you are.” Jimin was brought back at his voice,
“You-You’re like my big brother.” Yoongi stared at him,
“I don’t know you.” Yoongi’s voice was weak, “I swear-” Jimin moved up, taking a hold of his arm. It scared Yoongi, feeling the man’s hand suddenly gripping him.
“We thought you were dead- for so long-” He swallows so hard, “So long.” Who thought he was dead? Who in the world could think he was dead? No one searched for him how was it possible for someone to think he was dead? He went to the police- Hoseok told him he did. That no one was searching for him. That no one knew who he was. That’s what Hoseok said to him. “You’re alive though.” A small smile crept onto his face, “You’re alive- and that’s all that matters now-” He moved forward again, rushing Yoongi. He gripped him tightly, holding him. “I’m here Hyung. I’m here for you.” Yoongi didn’t need him here for him. He had Hoseok. Hoseok was his entire world- one that would never lie to him. He was his world. Hoseok would never lie to him. Hoseok always told him the truth. This- this wasn’t right. None of this was. It all had such a surreal feeling. He was living through it, but only through his body- his mind… wasn’t following. He was just there. Staring at the bookshelves behind them. What was going on?
Seokjin stared at the wall in the cafe.
“So… when-when did it happen?” Namjoon’s voice was weak, “Before or after you cheated and left him?” Seokjin looked at him. Namjoon was never one to try to make Seokjin feel better- Seokjin knew that. He was as blunt as could be.
“A-a-” Seokjin cleared his throat, “After I left.” Seokjin lowered his head, the steam from the tea he had just ordered steaming up his glasses. Namjoon sat back in his seat,
“Wow…” Namjoon shook his head, “I can’t believe it.” He moved his hand to his mouth, covering it. “I mean- he was so unemotional about- about everything…”
“Yeah…” Seokjin bit down on his bottom lip, “I thought so too.” Namjoon only shook his head,
“H-Have you gone to speak with his mother?” Seokjin scoffed,
“And have her murder me?” Seokjin shook his head, “She hates my guts. So does Jimin- none of them…” He swallowed hard, “Even told me.”
“How’d you find out?” Namjoon asked. Seokjin looked down at the table,
“Taehyun told me. Said- said… he wanted to go see him.” He scoffed, “And that’s when the whole family thought it’d be nice to tell me that my ex-husband died.”
“Taehyung didn’t even tell you?” Seokjin shook his head. Namjoon sighed, sitting back in his seat.
“That’s fucked up.”
“Yeah…” Seokjin nodded, “I know.” Seokjin blinked hard, “No one told you?” Namjoon stretched his lips,
“No. Taehyung never called me- Jimin… I only just found out that he was back in Korea… and besides Yoongi never really liked me all that much.” Namjoon shook his head, “So, I guess no one saw it as important to tell me.” Seokjin nodded in agreeance,
“Don’t worry. He was my husband… I just found out a little while ago.” Namjoon stared at him,
“Have you gone to see his grave?” Seokjin looked back up at Namjoon,
“Yeah,” He swallowed hard, “I begged Jimin to take me to him-” He bit his upper lip, “They moved Seoyun to be at his side.” Namjoon’s eyes shook for a moment,
“Did- did they ask-”
“Ms. Min won it over in a heartbeat. I was out of the country- and… since her other father was dead… it was assumed for her to move him next to her.” Namjoon sighed,
“That’s real fucked up.” Seokjin nodded, “You- you know? Your ex-husband is dead. Your dead child is moved so that you can never visit her remains… and you- you? What are you left with?” Seokjin lowered his head,
“Nothing.” Seokjin nodded, “I have nothing left.” Seokjin sat back in his seat, “Nothing really… I lost them-”
“Yoongi wasn’t yours anymore Seokjin,” Namjoon corrected, “You did divorce him to be with…” He stopped himself from finishing his sentence. “How is he? That punk?” Seokjin blinked at the mention of Jungkook.
“I-Fine.”
“Fine?” Namjoon asks, “He’s just fine-”
“Yeah,” Seokjin nods, “He-He’s at home.”
“With your parents?” Namjoon asks, “Really?” He shakes his head, “You should know to keep that brat away from them. He’s like- dumb. And your parents are assholes.” He motioned a sorry, “You know?”
“I do.”
“I heard you were engaged.” Seokjin looked down at his own hand, “I assume you proposed- and things are good with you both?”
“Of course they are,” The slight hesitation was all it needed to spark Namjoon.
“You’re not playing the idiot, are you? You know that he’s in love with you- that he followed you out of this country and was practically disowned because of it- right?”
“What?” Seokjin shook his head, “His family came over to my house the other night-”
“Well, when he left. His older brother came to collect his things from the lab.” He tilted his head, “I spoke with him for a bit… he’s own the music shop in town.” Seokjin’s brow moves up,
“He does?” Namjoon nods, “Yeah, it’s close to that new clinic- oh you haven’t been in town for that long…” Namjoon bites his upper lip, “It’s close to our old lab. I go there sometimes to get to listen to the piano.” Seokjin’s eyes perk up.
“P-Piano?” Namjoon nods.
“Well,” Namjoon stood up, “I should head out- got to get back to the lab and all.” Seokjin nods, waving him away. D-did that music shop have the piano he bought Yoongi?
Jungkook entered the shop, eyes moving around.
“Hyung?” His voice was low. As he looked around the store. “Hyung?” Jungkook called out a bit louder. No one was there. Jungkook walked around slowly, looking around. Jungkook walked up to the counter in the front, turning back. There was a grand piano. Jungkook moved to it, his finger touching a key-
“Why are you touching that?” Jungkook turned back, eyes large.
“Oh!” He looked away, eyes back to the dark piano. “Sorry- just haven’t seen one in a long time.”
“Yeah,” Hoseok nods, “I got it a few years back.” Jungkook nodded, smiling back at Hoseok. “What brings you here? Your sugar daddy and his family threw you out?” Jungkook closed his mouth at his words,
“I came to see you,” Hoseok’s brows moved up.
“What do you want? Since that’s the only reason you come to see us anymore right? You want anything else?” Jungkook stared at his big brother,
“No…” Hoseok’s brow moved up,
“Then what did you come for? For real- cause I know you didn’t come to see mom?” Hoseok crossed his arms over his chest, “If you’re looking for another family to ruin I advise you look somewhere else.” Jungkook stared at his brother.
“Can you not?” Hoseok huffed,
“What can I do for you? I can get you a drink- or teach you how to play something.” Jungkook stared at his brother. “Cause that’s all I got for you,”
“I wanted to apologize,” Jungkook started,
“For what? Leaving mom heartbroken? Ruining a family? Leaving our family?” Jungkook blinked at his words.
“F-for all of it.” Hoseok shook his head,
“No, you’re not,” He spoke lowly, “If you were- you’d be back. You’d come home, be with mom- most importantly, you’d leave that asshole old man and find someone that’s good for you- someone who will cherish you someone-”
“We all can’t find someone perfect like you Hoseok! I’m sorry that I can’t be perfect like you!”
“I’m telling you this-”
“Because I’m a fuck up! Because you hate me!” Hoseok shook his head,
“You really are just an idiot kid, aren’t you?” Jungkook was confused,
“No, I’m not- I get it- I get-!”
“You don’t get a single thing. You don’t understand the fact that I love you so much- so much that I worry about you. That I want you to be happy- and not suffer over someone who won’t love you-”
“He loves me.” Jungkook held his place, “You don’t know this- but he loves me. He’s told me. He’s told me so much that he loves me.” Hoseok didn’t know this man. What he told his brother- but it was a lie. He could feel it in his blood. That that was all a lie. “So please… just accept him.” Hoseok stared at Jungkook, “Just accept that I love him, and he loves me.” Hosoek huffed, rolling his eyes.
“Is that what you came here for?” Jungkook was floored, hearing that leave his older brother’s mouth.
“No,” Jungkook spoke up, “I-I want you to meet him. I want you to meet- to meet Seokjin,” Hoseok stared at him,
“No.” Hoseok spoke up, “I don’t want to ever see that asshole- why would I ever want to see him? He’s an old man who- who took advantage of you?”
“He has not taken advantage of me,” Jungkook shook his head, “He’s helped me so much-”
“That’s what they do you, idiot,” Hoseok spoke up, “They find idiots who hold their heads low, idiots who have low self-esteem, who are lonely and they say some pretty words, pay for a few meals- and guess what you’ve fallen for him.” Hoseok bit down on his bottom lip, “You’re that idiot.”
“I didn’t come to argue you,”
“Then don’t come here trying to get me to do something so dumb.” Hoseok spoke up, “Go back to your new family. Bug them- and not me-” Hoseok moved his hand up, “Don’t bug mom. Don’t ever- and I mean it forces her to do something or else she loses you again,” Hoseok drew closer, “Because you’ve already left. You’ve already stomped on her heart- and I swear to god if you think you can do it again.” Hoseok was close to Jungkook’s face, “You’ll have to deal with me,” Jungkook swallowed hard,
“Why are you like this?” Hoseok smirked,
“Well, someone has to protect our mom. Since you won’t do it, I have to.” Jungkook took a step back,
“All I want- is for you to meet him. For you to speak with him,” Jungkook looks at him, “For you to see what I see.”
“All I know is that you must be blind.” Hoseok retorted, “Go back to that family.”
“Whether you like it or not, I am going to marry him. He is going to be my family… and you too,”
“See, the only reason for that- is because we share a mother,” Hoseok stared at him, “Hurt our mom again, and you can forget that I was ever your brother.”
Jimin stared at the man ahead of him. It was him. Yoongi, in flesh in blood.
“Umm…” He looked down, “Can-can you stop staring at me?” Jimin looked down quickly.
“Sorry- sorry it’s… it’s just,” Jimin huffed, “You’re alive.” his voice was weak. “I-I just can’t… It’s so odd. To see you,”
“I-I don’t know… who you are,”
“That’s alright,” Jimin nodded, “It’s alright- because-because we are going to go see a doctor. And when we see the doctor- they will fix you all up.” Jimin smiled, “I am sure they will,” Jimin said that more to himself than to anyone else.
“I’m fine- I am-”
“I know,” Jimin speaks up, “You’re totally fine- but… you have to remember us. Me-” Jimin stares at him, “Your mom-” Jimin’s voice cracked, “She’d love very much to see-”
“No.” Yoongi shakes his head, “I don’t know-”
“She’s your mother.” Jimin’s voice perked up, “She loves you- loves you so much,” Jimin’s own lips began to tremble, “She’s going to be so-” His voice dropped. “She’s missed you. Missed you so-” Jimin smiled,
“No, she hasn’t.” Yoongi spoke up, “No one- not single one of you has.” Jimin stared at him,
“What?” He shook his head, “Yoongi- how can you say that?” Jimin shakes his head, “You don’t know what you put us through- you don’t know what’s been like missing you-”
“You haven’t missed me much either,” Yoongi stared at him, “No ones looked for me. I’m as good as dead to you all right-”
“We thought you were dead,” Jimin explains, “That’s why- that’s the only reason we didn’t search- why we didn’t try to find you-”
“Because I was dead?” Yoongi asked, “If what you’re saying is true- then how am I still alive? You had no body… and you all assumed I was dead.” Yoongi’s brow moves up, “Whoever the fuck I was- or who you lost… must have not been cared for at all?” He didn’t understand. Yoongi didn’t understand- how much they loved him. How much his own mother cried for him. How much of their life was ripped apart with him being gone? With him being dead.
“We thought you died.” Jimin’s voice was soft, “They told us… that we’d never find your body- that-so we decided to burry you.” Jimin’s voice was small in his chest, “So we- we thought it’d be better to- to put you next to-” Jimin stopped himself. He couldn’t say it. Her name. Why? A lump in his throat was why. He didn’t know- didn’t know he had a mother- or him… then, then- Yoongi was sure not to know who the hell Seo-yun was. What she was. What she was no longer. He lost a child, something Jimin could never imagine. Yoongi lost her and… he didn’t even remember. Remember something so precious.
“Bury me next to what?” Jimin swallowed hard, “Huh?” His eyebrow moved up,
“No-nothing,” Jimin shook his head, “You- you have to go see a doctor,” Jimin pressed his lips together, “We need to go see a doctor- and have them fix you up because-because… you have to remember.” Jimin spoke lowly, “That has to be you,” Yoongi shook his head, “You have to remember us Yoongi,” Yoongi took in a deep breath,
“I don’t.” He scooted back the chair he was sat at, “I don’t have to remember a single thing…” Yoongi stood up, “If I was dead to you before- consider me again,” Yoongi’s eyes were dark as he spoke, “Consider me dead and never look for me again.”
“Yoongi-” Jimin shook his head, “Don’t speak like that. Don’t-”
“If you hadn’t seen me- you would have continued to believe I was dead.” Yoongi bit his bottom lip. “Consider me dead. It’d be for the best.” With that, Yoongi turned back and left the cafe. Jimin stared at his back. Yoongi was like that. That was no surprise. He was always- but… Yoongi never ran from problems. He faced them head-on. That was the kind of person Yoongi always was. Jimin knew this wouldn’t be the last of this. Yoongi was going to be fine, he would remember- remember who he was again- remember Seo-yun. His daughter. It would be painful, it would be...along with- with that other stuff. He was more than sure Yoongi’d hurt. But the reality was, his life that he would return to wasn’t easy. Nothing was ever easy.
Jungkook placed his plate down in front of him.
“How was your day?” Seokjin’s eyes flickered up to him, a faint smile on his lips.
“Fine.” Seokjin spoke up, “It was just fine… yours?” Jungkook walked back to his seat, folding his arms in front of him,
“Umm… I-I missed you,” Jungkook fluttered his lashes, looking down to the ground. “But… I went to go speak with my brother,”
“Your brother?” Seokjin asked, his fork twirling in his food. “Was that fun?” Jungkook heard his voice, “You and your brother?”
“It was.” Seokjin seemed bored as he spoke,
“I did… I-I went to his-” Jungkook’s brows moved up, “I saw a beautiful piano today.” Seokjin looked over at him,
“Piano?” Jungkook nodded,
“I did… You know when we get married- I want to buy a huge grand piano.” He smiled, “I can play,”
“Piano?” Seokjin asked, “You can play?” Jungkook nodded.
“One day… I’d love to play for you,” Seokjin looked lost when he heard that, “Seokjin?” He choked a little,
“What? Sorry- did you say something?” Jungkook shook his head,
“No.” He blinked, “I didn’t say a word.” Seokjin bit down on the bottom of his lip,
Hoseok let out a deep sigh, sitting back on the stool.
Ring!
The sound of a bell went off, his head moving to stare at the front door.
“Hey, sweetie-” Hoseok stopped, as he stared at the man. Hoseok recognized his face. He knew it from the photos that were sent to him.
“Excuse me?” His voice was soft. “This,” The man turned his head, staring at the piano behind him. “How much is that-” Hoseok didn’t even hesitate.
“Not for sale.” Seokjin looked up at him, and his words seemed to stop.
“You’re-” His eyes were large,
“You’re the asshole my brother’s in love with?” Hoseok cocked his head, “Nice to meet you, asshole.”
Yoongi bound his legs together,
“Who the fuck am I?” He felt his breath cold, as he tried to think. To think who he was. What he was. Right now- Yoongi didn’t know. Yoongi wasn’t sure- sure of anything. Who he was- was always a question but right now… what he was, how he was, who those others are. “Seo-Seo-yun…” That name was bouncing through his head. He knew that name. “Seokjin…” That was his name. The name of the man. His daughter died. So- so why was he in his mind? Why did he know Yoongi? Who was he? Who were these people who knew him? Who the hell was this other Yoongi? “Who am I?”
If he were to die. If he were to die right now… only Hoseok would care. That was the truth, and that would always be the truth. Right?
Jimin entered the bookstore, his moving straight to the counter. Yoongi. Yoongi was not there.
“Hello?” Jimin asked as he approached the counter. “Excuse me?” The woman looked up at him, her eyes wide.
“Hi- how can I help you?”
“I’m looking for someone,” Jimin spoke up, “Someone who works here.” She frowned hard,
“As of today,” She spoke lowly, “I am the only worker here.”
“Losing anything is horrible. The pain of losing someone is far greater than any pain anyone should have to go through. The lose of a friend, a loved one. The end. That’s what it entails. The end of everything,” Taehyung stared down at his son, brushing his bangs off his face. “But, as long as someone remembers…” His babe smiled up at him,
“No one is forgotten,” Taehyung pokes his child’s nose,
“That’s right.” His small child stared up at him. “There is never an end. Not truly,” He smiles. “That means people we hold dear to our hearts… are always alive.” He spoke lowly, “Inside us.” The people Taehyung has lost- his niece. His brother-in-law. His husband. They were all gone. He had his children though, that was it. The only people Taehyung would truly love. Them.
“Dad?” He turned his head back, Yeojun staring at him.
“Yeah, bud?” His eyes were swollen, “Can… can I sleep with you guys?” Taehyung smiled,
“Course you can,” Taehyung moved over in bed, bringing his other child closer to his chest. Yeonjun walked slowly, climbed onto the bed. He snuggled close to his father, laying his head over his chest.
“What story were you telling?” Yeojun asks,
“The one about losing?” Taehyun’s small voice peeks out,
“Socks?” Yeonjun asks, “Cause they are apart?” Yeonjun asks, “That’s why they go missing,” Taehyung swallowed hard, pulling his two children closer.
“That’s why you keep them together,” Taehyung smiles, “You keep them together- and then you never lose them.”
Chapter 11: Cat out of the bag
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Seokjin stared at him. He knew him. H-he was the man- the man on Yoongi’s phone.
“What?” Hoseok asked, “Why are you staring at me?” Seokjin’s mouth was open, shock running through him.
“Umm…”
“If you’re looking for my little brother, sorry he isn’t here.” Hoseok stared at him, “Go home and check there- since you’re apparently never there.” Hoseok smiled, “What do you want.” Seokjin’s eyes were large,
“Umm… The piano-”
“And I told you. Not for sale.”
“Umm… no- you bought it-” Seokjin stammered, “You bought it from my- brother-in-law.” Hoseok shook his head.
“I got it from someone who rathered I have less it be set on fire.” Hoseok spoke up, “I took it. End of the deal.”
“It was my-”
“Your ex-husbands, no?” Hoseok shook his head, “I get it. You want back? For what- to rub it in my kid brother’s face that he led a man to kill himself?” Hoseok tilted his head, “Or what? You planning on putting it up as a reminder of the man you ruined? The man you cheated on with a fucking kid for?” Seokjin stared at him,
“No… I-I’m sorry about-”
“Are you?” Hoseok asked, “Are you really sorry? Cause I doubt it.” Hoseok stared at him. “You don’t even look like you regret anything. You just string on my kid brother huh? When are you gonna trade him in for something new?” Seokjin was left with his mouth only open. Seokjin stated at him. Dumbfound. Hoseok pointed back at the door, “You should leave. I have nothing for you here-”
“I wanted-”
“Wanted what? Cause you already have a lot of things.” Hoseok asked, “You take my little brother? Are you ruining his life? Turning him into the other man? What else could you want, Seokjin? What else could I offer you to ruin?” Seokjin stared at him. “Nothing huh? Then,” Hoseok pointed to the door, “Then get out.”
Yoongi rolled in bed, taking in a deep breath. He quit his job. He couldn’t continue- not after that man knew who he was. Knew who he was.
Yoongi had wondered. Wondered for a long time to know who he really was. What he was- how he was. Hoseok didn’t know. But this person, Park Jimin. He knew- he knew who Yoongi really was, and here he was. In bed. Scared of what he would find out.
Was it normal to run from this? To be afraid of finally finding out who he was? Who- what everything meant? Who these people who have suddenly appeared in his life to be. Why was this all happening so suddenly? Why was this all happening?
Yoongi pulled the blankets tighter around his body. He wanted his life to go back to what it was before.
“Seo-yun…” Who was that? Why was that name pounding through his mind? Not only that though, “Seokjin…” All these names, “Jimin?” Why did those names sound so familiar? He curled into his own body, his head hurt. Why was this so much pain? He sat up on his bed, “W-Who was I?” Yoongi’s hand curled onto his pant leg, he wasn’t asking too much. To know who he was. To know why- why this was all happening. Who was he? He stared at the front of his room. W-who knew who he really was? What did he mean- “You’re alive?” Yoongi tilted his head, “Am I dead?”
Seokjin was living without a heart. Pushing through life as if everything was okay. It wasn’t. He slammed his hands over his steering wheel. He-he’s losing it. He’s fucking losing everything. He’s so close to just-just… everything reminds him of Yoongi. The sky, the roads, everything. H-he couldn’t even cry for him- because… it was his fault. He let him go. He let Yoongi go. Let him go- and now.
“Dead.” The word echoed as it left his mouth, the corners of his lips bent down. His fist ran up, slamming onto the steering wheel harder- harder, and harder until he was reduced to tears. “Come back… Come back to me honey- pl-please…”
Jimin ran his hand through his hair, his mind not stopping for a single moment,
“Jimin?” He looked up at the voice, his brow risen. Ms. Min stared back at him, concern over her face.
“Yes?” He asked,
“Is-” She paused, “Is everything alright?” Jimin opened his mouth, confused. “You haven’t touched your meal.” Jimin looked down at his dinner, closing his mouth. “And you haven’t spoken to me at all,” Jimin shook his head, giving her a small smile.
“Sorry- Just- my mind’s been foggy all day-”
“Why?” She asked, placing her chopsticks down. She gave him her full attention, eyes curious as to why Jimin looked so distressed. “What happened doll?” Jimin stared at her, not moving for a moment before he placed a smile on his lips.
“I’m worried I didn’t give Yeonjun enough socks while he’s at his dad’s.” She smiled, nodding.
“That is a great concern,” She sat back in her seat, “Your babies feet could grow cold.” Her smile was faint, “You wouldn’t want that.” Jimin stared at her. He felt a welt grow in his throat. Ms. Min gave him a smile, “You could call- and offer to drop some more off- because… Yeonjun’s toes shouldn’t get cold.” Jimin blinked hard, nodding.
“I will…” Nothing could ever hurt her, not after what Ms. Min has lived through- but… how could Jimin tell her- tell her that her son was alive? Was out there in the world- without a memory of who he was- of what happened. He moved a hand up to his face rubbing it.
He was Yoongi. Jimin- Jimin knew that. Sure, the man wasn’t dressed like him, didn’t speak the same- but, Jimin could recognize that face. Jimin was sure, positive, that that was Min Yoongi. He wasn’t dead. He was alive- but, he didn’t know who he was. And by the way, he reacted, he may not want to know. He didn’t want to lie to her, but at the same time- how could he tell her that her son is alive. Not dead. That he alive, and well- but has no memory of her. Even if that didn’t hurt her- even if that didn’t break her even more- what would they do next? Jimin had the least idea where Yoongi went. He still went by Yoongi- which meant… What did it mean? Jimin has not the least bit of a clue. Where had he gone to? Why-why was he running? Yoongi. Did he not know how much they missed him? How they yearned for his return? For any way to find him? Jimin looked up to Ms. Min,
“I miss him. I miss him so much- so much it hurts, Ms. Min,” He blinked a few times, lowering his head to her. “I want him back so much… He-he was my best friend Ms. Min- and I-” He shook his head, “I can’t wait to see him again,” Ms. Min stared at Jimin,
“Sweety, you know They’re only gone for the weekend, right? Your babies will be back in no time, in your arms- warm and safe.” Jimin nodded,
“They will be, soon they will be.”
Hoseok kicked off his shoes,
“I’m home-” With a bit of scraping he saw a blackhead appear into the living room.
“You’re home!” Hoseok nodded,
“Yeah,” He smiled, “I’m home babe,” He sighed a little, “You cannot believe the day I have had.” Yoongi stared at him,
“How so?” Hoseok was pulling off his jacket, shaking his head disapprovingly before slumping down next to Yoongi on the couch. “My brother’s sugar daddy decided to pay me a visit today at the music shop,” Yoongi’s brow moved up, “Yeah- I was confused too,”
“What did he want?” Yoongi asked, “I mean- what did he want to come to speak to you about?” Hoseok shrugged,
“Apparently- get this, the piano we have-” He turned to face Yoongi, “Was his ex-husbands. The dead one.” Yoongi turned his head to Hoseok,
“For real?” Yoongi gritted his teeth,
“Yeah- wanted to buy it back and everything!” Hoseok shook his head, placing his hands on Yoongi’s hips. “I told him no. You that piano, I would never sell it.” Hoseok curled up to Yoongi’s stomach.
“Hobi?” Hoseok made a stomach as he was curled into his stomach,
“Uhu?”
“Why not sell it back to him?” Hoseok looked up to Yoongi,
“Why?” He asked, “You love that piano?”
“I know,” Yoongi nodded, “But…” Yoongi paused, “Us owning something that belonged to his late husband… doesn’t it seem-” He shook his head, “Odd? Owning something that surely meant a lot to him at one point.” Hoseok laid his head on Yoongi’s lap. Yoongi ran his fingers through Hoseok’s hair, the soft hair running along his fingers like silk. “Besides… it could also be super haunted.” Hoseok stared up at Yoongi.
“I met you that day I got that piano. I would never give it up Yoongi,” Yoongi smiled,
“I know babe…” Yoongi patted Hoseok’s head, “But it could have a ghost attached to it.” Hoseok’s eyes grew large, terror clearly struck in it.
“Stop it.” Yoongi felt a smirk creep onto his face,
“I don’t know Hobi… Remember that time you said music sheets flew off to the ground in front of you?” Yoongi drew closer, “Sounds like a ghost to me?” Hoseok stared up at him.
“I’m not going into work tomorrow. Not by myself anyway.” Yoongi smiled, leaning down and placing a kiss on Hoseok’s forehead.
“I’ll go with you then,” Yoongi raked his hands through his hair again, “Since I need to start looking for a new job anyways,” Hoseok smiled,
“Good.” He puckered his lips, “Cause I was just gonna make you go by yourself, I could be a good homemaker you know?” Yoongi’s brows moved up,
“Oh… Could you?” Hoseok nodded,
“I could cook, clean and serve you breakfast in bed…” Yoongi’s brows moved up,
“Oh?”
“Yeah, I could do all that and so much more…” Hoseok held a certain smile on his lip.
“And what is that?” Yoongi asked,
“I don’t know,” Hoseok answered, “I could show you?”
“Show it then,” Yoongi smiles,
“Has to be in the bedroom,” Hoseok answered. Yoongi shoved him off his lap, Hoseok standing up. “I’ll take that as I have to show you now?” Yoongi nodded, Hoseok offering him a hand. Yoongi took it and stayed close behind as they both went to the bedroom.
Seokjin returned home. Early, hearing more commotion than usual. His brow moved up at the sound. The sound of a small child crying running through the house. His eyes grew large, the ear-splitting sound hurting him.
“DADDY!” Seokjin really considered turning back and leaving right where he came from, “DADDY!” Yup, he could turn back right now-
“Umm… Wait- wait-”
“DAD-- He won’t shut up!” Seokjin lifted his head, smelling the air. Something was burning. He closed his eyes for a moment, before figuring out- his brother was trying to cook for his children. Seokjin dropped his bag onto the floor, kicking off his shoes entering the house. He walked quickly, making his way to the kitchen. The smell of burnt food was in the air, him looking at everything. In a high chair, Taehyun was crying- Yeonjun, rolling his head on the ground, coloring with a large permanent marker. He was drawing all over the floor. Taehyung turned his head back at him, staring at Seokjin. Seokjin plucked up the small boy, bouncing him over his hip. The baby suddenly became so much happier. Seokjin pointed down at the ground,
“Hey, bud-” Seokjin searched his pocket, pulling out a fountain pen- handing Yeonjun the pen. “I will buy you a new game for it?” Yeonjun passed up the marker, Seokjin placing it on the counter. Seokjin made his way into the kitchen, his brother stared at him. “Whatcha making?”
“I asked for some noodles Uncle, but he decided that that was too easy and that Papa would never feed us something so simple- so he’s trying to make a full turkey dinner.” Yeonjun called up, “Plus- he forgot to put a timer on the turkey so-” He looked up, “I’m pretty sure he ruined that already.” Seokjin smiled at Yeonjun,
“Yeonjun?”
“Yes?” He called up,
“Why don’t you- go watch a documentary on marine life?” Yeonjun’s eyes grew large, “There is a sponge docu on the animal channel.” Yeonjun stared up at him,
“But that has a-”
“8955.” Yeonjun didn’t need another thing, running to the living room. Taehyung stared back at Seokjin, “So…” Seokjin looked at the burnt pan, “I could order some pizza for you- or I could make some carbonara for the boys?”
“Please?” Taehyung asked,
“No problem,” Seokjin smiled, “Wanna sit with Dad?” Seokjin asked his nephew, the little boy shaking his head. “Okay,” Seokjin smiled, “Taehyung- go watch Yeonjun. I’ll stay here with my favorite little boy.” He heard Taehyun giggle, placing his head over Seokjin’s shoulder. Seokjin didn’t struggle at all, heating up a pot of water- waiting for it to boil, before dropping in the pasta. Seokjin finished making food and plating the noodles. He took two plates in one hand, walking to the living room. He placed the plate in front of Yeonjun,
“Eat up bud,” The little boy smiled, already twirling his noodles. Seokjin handed Taehyung the other plate. Seokjin went back to the kitchen, dragging out Taehyun’s high chair sitting it down in the living room- and returning with two plates. He placed the small bowl in front of him. Seokjin sat next to his nephew, feeding the smaller boy.
“Thanks, bro,” Taehyung smiled back at him. “I needed the help,” Seokjin waved him off.
“I get it. It was hard with one kid…” His smile was still on his lip, “I can only imagine what it must be like with two rowdy boys.” The front door clicked closed, Jungkook entering the living room. The man stared at them all, Yeonjun seated on Seokjin’s lap- Seokjin still feeding the younger boy. All of them were silent, satisfied with food. Seokjin’s eyes moved up to Jungkook, giving the man a small smile. Jungkook felt his heart melt at the sight. He hadn’t seen Seokjin in a minute, the man busy with work. It was okay, Seokjin was going to be okay. Jungkook smiled at him,
“I’m home.” Seokjin smiled up at him,
“Welcome home.” He looked so peaceful with his family, so peaceful in this place.
Yoongi sat down on the stool. He was left in charge of the music store, Hoseok running off to mail something, and grab them lunch. Yoongi didn’t mind, Hoseok knew what he liked so, being in charge of the store wasn’t so bad. He looked around the store. It was empty, usually, customers would come in a bit later on. After school for some kids, who needed to pick up music sheets, or rossin for their bows. Older people would come around five, after work to pick up supplies for their kids, or for their own needs. Yoongi flipped through his book. His eyes flickered up, staring at the wooden piano standing at the front of the store.
“That's so creepy...” He gritted his teeth, “Someone’s dead husband’s.” Yoongi closed his book, bitting down on the side of his mouth. Hoseok should sell it, because… it was creepy to stare at. Yoongi moved from around the counter, going to place his hand on the instrument. Yoongi tilted his head, his fingers touching the keyboard. Yoongi pressed his eyes closed. Yoongi liked playing the piano, knew how to do it well- Hoseok always complimented him when he did but… Yoongi had always gotten a vibe from this thing. Never spoke about it because that was hysterical. He took in a deep breath, “Maybe whoever that other man was… still haunts this shit?” He closed the keyboard, taking a step back.
“What are you doing here?” Yoongi turned his head back, staring at the man at the door. “Yoongi? What the fuck are you doing here? Are you still following me?!” Yoongi took a step back, the man staring at him.
“What- I haven’t-” The man rushed Yoongi’s face,
“Stay away from me- stay away from my man. I told you- he is in love with me now! GET OUT OF HIS LIFE!” Yoongi took a step back, putting his arm in front of his chest.
“Don’t-” Yoongi tried to put some distance between him and the man. “I’m going to need you to get away from me-” He slapped Yoongi’s arms away, finger up putting it in Yoongi’s face.
“Get it through your head. Seokjin is in love with me. Not you- so leave us alone! GET OUT OF OUR LIVES!”
“Stop-” Jungkook was swift, taking hold of Yoongi’s shirt, his fist gripping his shirt.
“I have told you to leave-”
“What are you doing, Jungkook?” Hoseok’s voice was at the door, both of them turning their heads to him. Jungkook’s mouth opened, eyes large,
“Hyung-” Hoseok dropped the food onto the ground, rushing to them- and quickly pushing Jungkook off of Yoongi. Jungkook was scared, halted as his brother pushed him back.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He screamed. Jungkook was so sure he was screaming at him, but it wasn’t directed at who Jungkook thought it would be. Hoseok’s hand cradled Yoongi’s face, “Are you, alright babe?” Jungkook’s mouth slid open,
“Huh-” Hoseok cocked his head around, staring at Jungkook.
“Why the fuck were you hurting him?” Jungkook was speechless.
“Hyung-” Jungkook pointed at Yoongi, “Hyung- do you- he’s-” Yoongi was scared as he shoved his finger into his face.
“He’s my boyfriend!” Hoseok pushed Jungkook back, “Don’t ever fucking point your finger in his face again.” Hoseok turned back, hands cradling Yoongi’s face.
“Babe? Are you alright? Yoongi are you alright?” Jungkook’s face was left in disbelief, seeing this man- in the hands of his sibling. “Yoongi are you okay- did he hurt you?”
“No-” Yoongi’s eyes fell to the ground, “I-He just scared me…” Hoseok checked his face, observing to make sure that he was alright.
“Hyung-” Hoseok seemed angry, facing his younger brother.
“Get out.” Hoseok pointed at the door, “Get the fuck out and never come back!” Jungkook’s mouth opened, “Get out Jungkook! Don’t come back!”
Yoongi looked back at Hoseok, the man holding Yoongi’s face.
“Are you alright?” Yoongi nodded, pushing away Hoseok’s hand. Yoongi lowered his head, sighing. “What- what got him so worked up babe?” Yoongi looked up at him,
“He-he just kept telling me to stay away from ‘him’.” Yoongi lowered his head, “Maybe he was speaking of you- maybe he doesn't want me with you.” Hoseok shook his head,
“No- no that cannot be it.” He held Yoongi’s face, “It had to have been something else- because…” He swallowed hard, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry my little brother acted like that with you.” Yoongi stared at Hoseok as he said that. Jungkook was his brother. Yoongi blinked hard, “I’m so sorry…” Hoseok wrapped himself around Yoongi. Yoongi remembered back to what Jungkook told him. He- he was engaged to… Yoongi’s breath came to a halt. He was engaged to that man. To the man who Yoongi saved. Kim Seokjin. Yoongi felt a chill run through his body. Seokjin claimed that he was someone he knew- someone who must have known him. When Yoongi saved him- he thought that… he was back with someone dead. Yoongi grip fell around Hoseok, the man worried at the blank face on Yoongi’s face. Hoseok said that Seokjin had come to the store- had begged to buy the piano from Hoseok, from Hoseok due to the fact that it belonged to his dead husband. Jimin- that man claimed he had killed himself. Hoseok had told him before… the piano belonged to a dead man. Yoongi’s face drew pale, Hoseok holding Yoongi’s face. “What- Yoongi? Yoongi, babe- what’s wrong?” Yoongi’s eyes drift up to Hoseok,
“Wh-what if I’m the dead husband?”
Chapter 12: Escape Room
Notes:
This literally took a day to write, I don't know why I've been holding back from writing it.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Words themselves didn’t seem to form as Hoseok looked onto Yoongi. The man held such a look of shock, despair, of confusion. Hoseok was used to the confusion- since that’s all Yoongi has ever known with him. Confusion, fear, worry- but right now, it all seemed like too much. For both of them.
“W-wh- “ Words couldn’t form from his mouth, leaving him to take a deep breath- eyes down to the ground to avoid his eyes. “What?” He let out a gasping sound. “You-you think you’re-” Hoseok swallowed hard. So hard he was worried his tongue went along with it, “Yoongi?” His eyes were shaky but met his, “What are you talking about? You think you’re-” He let out a trembling laugh, covering his mouth with his sleeve, his other at his stomach. “You think that you’re that poor dead man?” Yoongi looked down at his words. Hoseok was so thankful, as he came to kneel at his side, “Babe- you are most defiantly not him.” Hoseok shook his head, “I can guarantee that-” He shook his head, “I can swear to you Yoongi. You are not that Yoongi. You are not that man.” Yoongi lifted his head, tears were already pooling and threatening to fall. Hoseok hated that face- swore he’d end all those painful memories. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a handkerchief. He pulled it up, dabbing it gently at his lover’s eyes. “Baby, why are you so confused?” Yoongi took hold of his hand- stopping him.
“Hoseok.” He spoke his name in such a ghastly way, “I-I-” He dropped his head. Hoseok knew he was tired of just thinking. Hoseok moved forward, taking him into his arms, holding him tightly.
“Babe…” He rubbed circles into his back, “I promise you… you’re not him. I promise you.” Yoongi’s grip never came over him, his little pitiful sobs running through Hoseok’s head like they had when they first met. “I love you so, please… stop hurting yourself like this.” They stood there for so much time, Yoongi tired himself out. He fell asleep right there in his arms. Hoseok felt terrible to see his red nose and puffy eyes. He laid his boyfriend back onto the bed, tucking his feet under the thick blankets. Hoseok hated himself, hated how this entire thing felt. He moved to the door, pressing his lips together. “Why are you remembering again…” He took in a deep breath, “Or-or did someone tell you?”
Taehyung kicked open the door to his brother’s office.
“What it do bro?” Seokjin pressed his eyes closed before he lifted his head.
“You’re not a teen anymore, please knock.” Taehyung rolled his eyes, “Even if your boyfriend is 20, you’re not.” Taehyung pulled up a chair,
“Dad left to go to that meeting in China.” Taehyung ran his hand through his hair, “Apparently the company is fucking failing there. Cursed us both out…” He sighed, “Somethin about being useless men with even more useless partners- but I reminded him that I’m not married.” Seokjin sighed,
“And that must be why you’re here huh?” Taehyung gave him a gummy smile,
“He threatened to have me murdered.” Taehyung chuckled before settling in his seat. “The Chinese company will probably go bankrupt so… He’s angry. At everything.” Taehyung took in a long deep breath, “But!” He perked up, “With him gone- we can slack all we want!” Seokjin let out a deep breath, sighing.
“Taehyung, just because he isn’t here doesn’t mean-”
“Listen here bro,” Taehyung moved his hands up, “Can mean what it wants to you but to me- it means a few days of kicking it back and spending time with my kids.” Seokjins entire brow moved up,’
“Spending it with the kids-”
“Jimin said I could keep them all week.” He nodded, “Feels good to have custody more than just during the weekends.” Taehyung smirked, “Even gonna go to a parent meeting!” Seokjin stared at his brother, then beaming to spend time with his children. He was happy for him.
“Great. Still need you to at least sit here sometimes,” Seokjin lifted his brow to his younger brother. “You know- since this is still a job we both get paid to do-” Taehyung stood up from his seat, shaking his head.
“I can do my work at home. I’m a lawyer, not an executive.” Taehyung grinned, “So unless we have a case pending, I don’t work much.” Seokjin nodded,
“Well, I’ll stay here.”
“Why?” Taehyung asked, “Just go home.”
“One of us has to do work Taehyung.” Taehyung agreed, “Go home. Spend time with your kids. That’s more important actually.” His brother became stiff at his words, Seokjin only smiling. “Go. I’ll handle this end.” Taehyung lowered his head a little, before leaving. The door shut behind him, Seokjin letting out a deep breath. It was better that he worked anyways. Keeps his mind off of everything. He looked at the stack of papers still waiting for him on the desk.
Yoongi pulls his head up, staring out at the room. It had grown silent. It must have been the next day already. Hoseok probably headed to work. Yoongi curled his legs, holding them. Hoseok had told him. He wasn’t him. That Yoongi- he wasn’t that other man. He wanted to believe him. Wanted to with all his heart because- Yoongi loved him, but something was off. Too many things- too many circumstances remained. Even if it seemed unpractical or however improbable, it still added up more- still lined up- more then what he could think of anyways. He pulled up his phone. Yoongi had never googled that other man but right now- it seemed like his only choice. Yoongi read down the page. There were no photos of him. Why? He pressed the company it said he worked at. Kim Inc. He read a little about the company but went back to the main page- looking at the second link. His memorial. It had an address. Yoongi stared at it. Stared at the address. He held his breath, before scrolling down.
Tragic loss. That’s what it said. He scrolled back, going and finding a police report of the night. He skimmed the report-
Presumed missing. Body yet to be found, but also- unlikely to be found due to area of crash contact. Waves could carry out to sea. Yoongi tilted his head. Suicide. He couldn’t have been this man. He couldn’t have been. He was telling himself he couldn’t. Hoseok told him he wasn’t but- but… what if? He stood up, his mind coming to a conclusion. There was only one way to solve this all. Once and for all, he was going to find out.
Jimin was sick and tired of all this bullshit that was happening. He had seen him, he had seen Min Yoongi. It doesn’t matter if he was in hiding if he wanted to leave everything behind him. Jimin needed an explanation. There were a few people he could speak with this over, Yoongi’s mother was not one of them. Someone however was. Min Yoongi’s ex-husband. The man had to know something. There was no other way, he had to have known. If Yoongi was to disappear, why- well besides being cheated on. Jimin entered the building. A familiar feeling rush over his body. He swore left and right the last time he left this place he’d never come back. He looked around, grumbling under his breath, before making his way to the front desk. The receptionist smiled at him,
“How may I help you, sir?” Jimin only smiled handsomely,
“Hi,” Jimin’s perky voice made the other woman smile, “I’m looking for that motherfucker Kim fucking Seokjin?”
Yoongi’s legs skidded over the ground as he approached the place. It took quite a lot of digging but he found it. Kim manor. He had considered not going. Considered avoiding this place- heading away- but… it started here. In his gut, he could feel it. That man he took to the hospital, his name was Kim Seokjin. He was apart of this family. If he wanted answers- it was here where he’d find them. He bit down on the inside of his mouth, he could the irony taste. His feet pattered softly. He felt a droplet hit his nose, his eyes moving up to stare at the dark skies. It had started to rain. Fuck, he had forgotten his umbrella. He started to hurry to the front door, not before the rain picked up, practically drenching him in no time at all. He had finally gotten to the front door, trembling, his white shirt soaked, his pale face growing even more so- his lips already pale. He must have appeared ghostly. He brought up his hand, knocking softly on the door. The roaring rain behind him however made it hard to hear. He figured that and after a moment, knocked a lot harder. He stood there for what like forever, his hands gripping his side. He was freezing. Yoongi moved forward once more, knocking hard-
“Heard you the first-” The door cracked open, a man- staring at him. Yoongi let out a deep breath, white air leaving his mouth.
“Hello- I’m here to see Seokjin.” The man’s eyes grew small before he took a step back.
“Why- why are you here?”
Seokjin lowered his head. His mind hadn’t settled at all. Why? Maybe because of the fact that the man who he once dearly loved, cherished, and shared a child with- killed himself. Seokjin brought down his head, his hand gripping the desk to his table. Nothing ever seemed as if would go his-
Beep! Seokjin lifted his head, hearing the phone in his office rang. He answered it.
“Mr. Kim-”
“Listen, cancel my meetings for today. I don’t feel good-”
“Someone is here to see you though- they said they are-”
“I don’t care.” Seokjin sighed, “I’m not up to speak to anyone.” He hung up, placing the phone back. His head had begun to hurt. To hurt in a way that he knew he wouldn’t be able to continue any of his work. He opened up his drawer, taking out his briefcase-
“Sir! You cannot go inside- Mr. Kim does not want-”
“Let me through-” The door was thrown open. Seokjin was surprised as he stared at the man’s eyes. His hair was pushed back, as his assistant held onto his shirt. Seokjin opened his mouth in shock. “Seokjin!” His voice was high, “Tell them to let me go!” Seokjin moved his hand up, telling his assistant that it was alright. Seokjin ran his hand through his hair, “Jimin-” Jimin fixed his clothing, taking in a deep breath.
“You really need to talk to those people in the front. Horrible reception.” Seokjin stared at him,
“Jimin, you’ve come to the wrong office. Taehyung is in the-” Jimin rolled his eyes, placing his hands on his hips.
“I’m not looking for that dumbass.” Jimin bit the side of his mouth. “I came here looking for you Seokjin.” Seokjin was surprised as he heard what had left his mouth. Why-why would Jimin come looking for him? Seokjin’s brow moved up,
“Why?” Jimin sighed,
“I need to know something. Something very important Seokjin.” Seokjin sighed,
“Jimin- I’m not feeling good right now- so can we push this to some other-”
“Do you have anything that was Yoongi’s?” Seokjin’s brow moved up,
“What?” Seokjin shook his head, “Jimin- I don’t have time for this- I should head home-”
“This is very important. Do you know if he knew someone- was friends with someone-”
“Why?” Seokjin asked, “Why are you here to talk to me about my ex-husband?” Jimin rolled his eyes, no hesitation as he began to speak up.
“I need to know if there is someone he has contact with-”
“No. Yoongi never cheated on me, Jimin.” Jimin rolled his eyes,
“I know that Seokjin,” Jimin rolled his eyes, “The thing is- I need to know if there is anyone that Yoongi had contact with or knew outside of-”
“You mean after we ended our relationship?” Jimin stared at him, “I think he was dating someone-” Seokjin shook his head. “Listen- I don’t want to speak about this right now Jimin-”
“What do you mean after?” Seokjin sighed,
“After we got divorced Jimin, aren’t you following along?” Seokjin moved his hand up, “But yeah- he probably dated someone- I saw a photo of him with some other guy.” Seokjin sighed, “What about it- he moved on before…” Jimin wasn’t affected at all, not even skipping a beat.
“Who is he? What did he look like- what was his name?” Seokjin moved his hands up,
“Are you paying attention? I don’t-”
“How could you not know who they are? You know of them right? How- did you see them somewhere-” Seokjin shook his head.
“No. I never met the person.” Seokjin bit down on his bottom lip. “I- I bumped into Yoongi and our phones got switched up- and it was his wallpaper-”
“You have Yoongi’s phone?!” Jimin almost screamed. Seokjin took a step back, before nodding softly.
“Yeah-yeah-”
“Where?” Seokjin lifted his hands.
“Listen-”
“Where is it Seokjin?” Seokjin sighed,
“It’s in my desk-” Jimin didn’t even let him finish before he jumped forward- going to look through the drawers. “Hey-” Seokjin called out, “You can’t just go through my stuff-”
“Where is it, blockhead?” Seokjin turns to him,
“Jimin why are you doing this?” Jimin didn’t even answer him, before grabbing the phone. He lifted it smiling happily. He turned it back on. Seokjin went back to his side, “Jimin- hey- why are you-” The phone started up, the home screen bright. Seokjin was left silent as he stared at the photo. Jimin likewise was silent.
“It’s him,” Jimin whispered,
“What?” Seokjin asked,
“It’s the man I sold Yoongi’s piano to.” That’s not where Seokjin knew him from.
“That’s-that’s Jungkook’s brother-” Jimin looks back up at him.
“What?”
Taehyung was a calm man. He was sitting back, watching the cartoon his youngest was watching. It had begun to rain. Yeonjun was upstairs, finishing up some work. Taehyun was in his lap, both of them chatting lightly about nothing.
Knock!
Knock!
“Someone is at the door-” Taehyung was about to move his son off of him, to go answer the door. Jungkook left the kitchen smiling at the other man.
“It’s fine Taehyung- I’ll go answer it.” He smiled at the baby, “Probably just the mailman.” Jungkook heard the knocking becoming harder, and louder. It was annoying him, but whatever. He got to the door, opening it. His face lost all it’s color as he stared at the other man.
“I heard you the-” Jungkook’s eyes drilled into the other man. “You. You’re here!” Jungkook almost shouted, “Why are you here- I’m going to call the police-” Taehyung heard Jungkook shouting this from his seat. He put his child down on the couch.
“Taehyun, stay here babe. Daddy is going to go check the door.” Taehyung moved to the front of the house, before seeing Jungkook slam the door shut. Taehyung was left silent as he stared at him. “What’s going on-”
“Nothing.” Jungkook smiled, “It’s just a crazy-”
Knock!
Knock!
Knock!
Taehyung looked over at the door, the loud knocking making him tilt his head.
“I’ll just call the police-” Taehyung rolled his eyes, moving to the door. Jungkook grabs his arm, holding him back from answering. “No-No. I believe it’s unsafe to answer it-” Taehyung shakes him off,
“I’ll handle it.” Taehyung pulls the door open- and is stopped. The man is drenched from head to toe, his eyes are dead looking, his face pale- eyes holo. “Yoongi.” He swallowed hard. “You-you’re supposed to be dead-”
“Uncle Yoongi!” Taehyun’s small voice shouted. “You’re alive!”
Notes:
It's short but... A lot to take in. I'm hungry. Drink water. stay hydrated!
Chapter 13: For your own good
Notes:
Really short update. I feel like dying. Bad tummy ache.
Chapter Text
Yoongi was cold. Shivering as he stared into another man’s cool eyes. The edge of his mouth was formed into a frown, eyes- shifting him up and down. Yoongi’s eyes were enormous, his mouth slightly agape. What had he just heard? Who was-
“You’re alive!” The words reverberated in his mind, the small child screaming at the top of his lungs. He crashed onto Yoongi’s legs- nearly taking him out. Yoongi was shocked it didn’t take him out from under. Yoongi moved his head down, looking at the small boy who had taken ahold of him. Yoongi pressed his lips at the sight, his hand slowly patting the back of the child. What else was he supposed to after all? He was confused, and most of all he had heard it. They said it. The name. “Uncle Yoongi!” Yoongi’s eyes drifted up, to see the other man standing there. His eyes seem to flicker- his arm reaching out and snatching the child from the scruff of his neck. It seemed as this man was a deer caught in headlights but in a single moment, his flight or fight sense kicked in- and he chose to pull the child back. Nearly tossing him behind him, as he continued to stare on.
“Impossible.” His words were low, as he turned back. He looked at Jungkook- the man turning his head down in shame. He didn’t meet his gaze, and the man seemed to grow quickly annoyed, “Did you know it was-” The man trembled as he spoke, was it out of nerves? Or was it perhaps the cold that was biting away at his fingertips. Whatever it was, he knew one person must have had the answer to all of this. That one person was here.
“Excuse me?” Yoongi spoke up, the man turned his head back to him. “I-I’m looking for Kim Seokjin?”
Seokjin had been in many different predicaments in his life- but right now, a 5’ 8” man was driving him, at the speed of fucking light. Seokjin was completely confused- utterly and most definitely knew nothing-
“Turn right in .2-” Jimin sped up- cutting the curb and driving like a mad man.
“Jimin- slow down-” Jimin didn’t listen to him, speeding even faster. “Jimin the cops are going to pull us over-”
“So?” Jimin spewed. He looked over at his phone- a left in process and-
BEEEEP!
“Jimin you just crossed a red light!” Jimin waved him off, not even flinching in the process. He continued on, “Jimin are you going to tell me where we are going-” And without another word, they came to a halt. Seokjin’s head bounced off the headrest. Jimin all but ripped off his seatbelt, “JIMIN!” Seokjin screamed after him. Jimin didn’t once turn back to him, Seokjin having to pull off his seatbelt too, rushing after him. He had to chase him down. The other man had his hands balled into fists, staring straight forward. Seokjin was barely at his back, the man's feet taking more ground than one would first anticipate for someone of his height. This reminded him of someone else who did likewise- this snapped Seokjin out of it- “Jimin wait for- Where are we going-” Soekjin looked up, seeing a familiar place. This is where Jungkook’s older brother store was, his eyes locked at the sign. What- what were they doing here- “Jimin- he doesn’t like me-”
“So stay in the car!” Jimin snapped back at him, he didn’t once slow down, hauling serious ass to that door. The man pried the door open, rushing in. Seokjin swallowed hard, staring at the door after the man. Seokjin lowered his eyes for a brief moment, a shiver running down his entire spine. He pushed back the fear in his body, pulling the door open. He was greeted with a chime, but in his heart, he felt a rush of terror over his body. The air was cool in the store, the only sound Seokjin could hear was his heartbeat- no. That wasn’t right. The high-pitched sound escaped some strings- Seokjin could tell what it was. From his mediocre violin playing in grade school. The playing however was very different. The music was joyful and not a pain to the ear. “EXCUSE ME!” Jimin didn’t hold back as he screamed as he reached the counter of the store, the strings made that familiar screech to a halt. Seokjin was snapped out of it, hearing footsteps approaching the counter.
“Sorry- I am so very sorry.” The man still had a bow in his hand, “Got distracted playing-” The man walked around the counter. Smiling lightly, he turned his head upwards- and it seemed as if something clicked in his mind. It was just the sight that made that possible. “You’re-”
“I gave you that piano at the window.” Jimin turned his neck back at the wooden instrument, “Do you remember me?” The man’s eyebrows scrunched together, nodding heavily.
“Yes!” He responded with a small smile on his lips, “I remember you- thank you for that. I’ve treasured it since-”
“You took it from my husband.” Seokjin turned back his head, staring at Hoseok. Hoseok’s gaze grew cold at the sight,
“You-” A hiss was at the back of his voice, “disgusting monster- what are you doing here again-” Jimin snapped his fingers in Hoseok’s face,
“Focus here man,” Jimin’s eyes were huge, “How do you know Yoongi-”
“How did you know Yoongi?” Seokjin called behind him, and before anything, “Why did you know my ex-husband-” Jimin spun his head back,
“Shut the fuck up Seokjin.” Jimin turned back to Seokjin, “Now, how the fuck did you know this man’s husband?”
Yoongi trembled in the doorway, being gawked at by the two men and small child.
“I-Is he here?” Yoongi’s voice was weak,
“No!” Jungkook called back, “Taehyung- hyung- this man isn’t him! He’s just been following me and Seokjin-” Taehyung turned his head back. Jungkook’s words came to a halt,
“Taehyun, run upstairs.” That was all Taehyung said, “Your brother is waiting for you.” The little boy poked his head around behind the man.
“Uncle-”
“Run upstairs baby, Daddy will be right behind you.” Yoongi’s eyes were down. Glancing at the child on his legs. Yoongi pulled the side of his mouth, almost like a smile. The little boy stared at him, pale and bright lips. He turned back, running away. Taehyung pressed his eyes closed, seemingly counting the number of steps he took as he heard his son running up the stairs. Finally, once it was out of earshot he opened his eyes.
“Yoongi.” His voice was ghastly. “Is that you?” Taehyung cleared his throat as he spoke up. Yoongi seems to freeze, feeling more scared of anything than he ever had.
“Yes.” Jungkook gritted his teeth at that, “I’m Yoongi. I want to speak with Seokjin.” Taehyung sighed, biting down his bottom lip.
“Always making demands.” Taehyung scoffed, pressing his eyes closed, “How are you not fucking dead?” Yoongi thought about it. Thought about it for a long moment.
“I don’t know.” Taehyung smiled, just a little.
“How the fuck don’t you know?” Taehyung ran his hand through his hair, a deep breath running out of his nose. “Causing such a fucking disaster- ruining my brother’s life-” Taehyung opened his eyes, “Was this all some sick joke-”
“No.” Yoongi’s voice was meek, “I don’t know anything-”
“How the hell don’t you know anything?!” Taehyung shouted, “Where the hell have you even been?! Why did you leave-” Taehyung rushed him, taking hold of his shirt. “My brother tried to kill himself for you- tried to-” Taehyung stared at him, stared him in the eye. “You don’t have a single fucking clue, do you?” He let out a winding breath. Letting go of his shirt, “No-no… the fucking Yoongi I knew was too smart for all that bullshit.” He shook his head, “If you knew- you’d have sued the fucking pants off my older brother… and his slut.” Taehyung clenched his teeth. He turned his head back, “Where is my older brother?” Jungkook froze in place, “Jungkook- where is Seokjin?”
Bzzz…
Bzzz…
Seokjin could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket, his eyes focused at the two men ahead of him.
“What are you talking about-”
“Don’t play coy.” Jimin huffed, “Yoongi. He’s about-” Jimin signaled what height Yoongi was, just a smidge taller than himself, “Ya- high, mean-looking face, even meaner attitude? Plays-” Jimin turned back, “That piano and isn’t fucking dead.” Seokjin perked his head up at that.
“What?” His eyes grew large at that, taking in a halt as he took a step forward. “What-”
“Where is he?” Jimin asked again, “WHERE IS HE YOONGI?!” Hoseok stares at him, “Where is he. I know you know where he is.” Without a second thought, Seokjin climbed over the counter- nearly hauling himself over it- to push back the other man.
“Where is he?” Seokjin’s eyes grow small, “Where is Yoongi?”
“Jesus fucking christ…” Taehyung lets out a chuckle, “Out of all the things I thought were impossible- this should not have been one.” Taehyung’s nostrils flared, as he stared on at the man. “Now, where is he?” Jungkook cracked his mouth open,
“He wasn’t answering my phone calls.” Jungkook’s mouth shivered, “I-I don’t know where he is-” Taehyung took a step towards him, “Well then, get out of our way.” He nearly growled. Taehyung pushed him out of the way, “Come inside Yoongi, I’ll call my idiot brother-” Taehyung halted his words, as he saw a boy at the bottom of the staircase. Taehyung stared at the haunting eyes of his oldest child. His son stared past him and at the man at the door.
“Uncle Yoongi?” His voice was so small, almost as it was when he was a small boy- calling out for his uncle. Yoongi’s eyes seemed to travel to him, eyes focused on the small boy. Yoongi tilted his head, the boy's eyes grew large, horror consuming him.
“Yeonjun-” Before Taehyung could finish- the boy ran back up the stairs. Taehyung was halted, his son had just seen him. God, he was so going to have to pay for therapy for that one. “Come inside, we need to get you out of the rain.”
Jimin stared at Seokjin, over the counter holding onto Hoseok’s shirt.
“Where is Yoongi?” Jimin clicked his tongue, “Back off there asshole,” Jimin let out, “You forget that you don’t have a fucking say in Yoongi’s life.” Jimin yanked back Seokjin, “You divorced him, remember?” Hoseok pushed Seokjin back too, finally putting distance between them.
“If I knew- why the fuck would I tell this asshole?!” He pointed at Seokjin, “Isn’t that his own fault that his husband killed himself? Killed himself and this asshole ran away with my little brother?” Hoseok smiled, “Like fucking hell-” Seokjin tried to grab at him, Jimin shoving his hand in Seokjin’s face.
“How fucking dare-”
“He’s right.” Jimin agrees with him, “That asshole doesn’t have a fucking say for Yoongi. But I know someone who does.” Jimin got closer to him,
“His mother longs for him.” Jimin’s face was solace, “I miss him. He’s a brother to me. He’s someone I want back into my life- because he was taken from me, from his mother, from himself.” Hoseok stares at him, “Tell me, where is he?”
“I don’t know.”
“Like fucking hell-”
“Shut up,” Jimin told Seokjin, turning back to Hoseok. “What do you mean you don’t know?”
“He left.” Hoseok turned his head to the floor, “This morning, without telling me.” He sighed, “I don’t have a clue where he’s gone.”
BZZZ!
BZZZ!
Jimin’s brow moved up, his hand rushing to his pocket, pulling it out. He stared at the caller ID, eyes large.
“Baby?” He listened as whoever spoke to him on the phone, “You sure?” He nodded, “Don’t panic baby, I’ll be there quick.” Jimin put down his phone sighing.
“He’s at your house.” Jimin turned his head to Seokjin, “Scared my boy half to death-” Without another word, Seokjin turns back- leaving the store. Jimin scoffs but turns to Hoseok. “I’m going to get this all sorted,” He stared at him, “For Yoongi’s good. No one else's.”
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