Looking for heaven, found the devil in me
Looking for heaven..
Found the devil in me
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Jeon Jungkook goes on a search to find his boyfriend after the police proved no use.
What was expected to be a silly search wi...
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“How… did you do that?” Jimin stares at him from behind the counter, pale as a sheet. “What did you say?”
“I just… I told her she’s got the wrong place.”
“We’ve already tried that,” he replies, dumfounded. “It didn’t work. How come it worked for you?”
Jungkook shivers against the cold sweat on his back, his shirt clammy and uncomfortable. A horrible feeling sits heavy in his stomach, a feeling that he just told a lie.
“I – I don’t know. I’m not a psychic or anything.”
“That’s the most aggressive I’ve seen her in a while,” Jimin says thoughtfully. “Reminds me of someone else who stopped by here to do laundry, just days ago. She showed up for him too, but his reaction was way different. He was straight up angry.”
“Angry?”
“Yeah, like he took it personally. Looked straight at her and told her to get out. I thought he banished her, honestly. All the lights went out and the machine he used short-circuited. It was scary as hell.”
This time Jungkook doesn’t have to think twice about it. He walks back to the counter and shows him Taehyung's photo. “Was it this guy?”
Jimin takes one quick look at it and then nods slowly, his eyes flicking suspiciously back to Jungkook.
“Why’d you have his picture? You know him?”
Jungkook has always been a private person. He’s never disclosed anything about his personal life – not with his colleagues, not with the media, hardly even with his family. Taehyung was the only person he ever felt he could share anything with, and now he’s lost him, the one person who was truly his. Nothing breaks his heart more than having to admit this fact over and over again to every person he meets on his journey.
“He’s my boyfriend,” he replies quietly. “He’s missing and… I’m trying to find him, that’s all.”
His former right hand man squirms. “I shouldn’t be sharing a customer’s personal information –”
“I’ve been together with him for four years,” Jungkook pleads desperately. “I really have to know what’s going on. So please, Jimin – if you can tell me anything…”
“Well…” Jimin softens a little and he gives a half-hearted shrug. “He said he was on his way home.”
“Home? To Seoul?”
“No, to Daegu.”
**
That night Jungkook dreams of Taehyung. He’s reunited with him, in their Seoul apartment. They’re facing each other in bed, holding each other close, their fingers slotted together.
“I love you, Jungkook,” the Taehyung in his dreams says. “I love how safe you make me feel, and I love that you’re such a terrible liar. You’re a good person and I love you so much.” He smiles and leans in closer. “All I need in life is one good person. Just one.”
Jungkook desperately wants to tell him how much he loves him too, how much he means to him, but he can’t concentrate. He’s paralyzed. All he can focus on is the dark figure lurking behind Taehyung. It’s so close it’s practically spooning him, one pitch-black and bottomless eye glaring over his shoulder.
The creature then slowly opens its mouth, a big gaping hole that keeps expanding until it’s impossibly wide, and Jungkook bursts out of the nightmare with a gasp, the sharp taste of fear on his tongue.
He sits up and glances at the vase on the desk. It’s been knocked over. The plastic flowers are strewn all over the floor and a big puddle of dark water is seeping into the carpet. He decides to immediately pack up and check out.
Both Hosoek and Jimin are there when he enters the lobby. It’s very early and the morning sun spills into the room, just the way it did when he checked in. Again it’s like a replay, like everything in this town is on loop except the three of them.
“Let’s stay in touch,” Jungkook suggests as he hands over his keycard. “Let’s meet again in the future, when our hearts are fully into it.” And when this is hopefully over, he thinks.
“Yeah,” Jimin replies, and there’s a glimpse of his old expressive self in his smile. “Let’s do it.”
Jungkook leaves the hotel knowing that said reunion will probably never happen, no matter how much he wishes for it. He’s not sure if he’ll ever see Jimin and Hosoek again. But they were genuine with him. They accepted his outstretched hand and reciprocated his feelings, without animosity or bitterness. If anything, he finds closure in that.
