Astitva •Namjin/KookV• [Indefinite Hiatus/Discontinued]

चतुर्दशः

नातिक्रान्तानि शोचेत प्रस्तुतान्यनागतानि चित्यानि ।
-One should not regret what is past. One should only think of the present and future.​-

-Earth-

Skyscrapers and the buzz of cars greeted him as he looked out of the window of his taxi. The city was alive with the hustle of daily life, people up and about, rushing to their jobs. 

Jungkook settled back gracefully, a smirk on his face as he watched the cars whir past him. The ever alive city felt like a second home to him, having been to New York many times before. He had money to spend, blow away like smoke and he knew it. His parents had never been very strict with him, too busy working to ever sit him down and have a chat. 

Jungkook never bothered either. Not after he grew up without his parents home and only his beloved noona taking care of him. His noona, who had now just kicked him out of the house because he couldn't accept that she had fallen in love with someone he didn't approve of.

He gritted his teeth, angry at his noona and that bastard that had stolen his noona's heart. Jungkook felt his blood boiling again. 

"How can she even like him?! He's not even that tall! Ugh!" He let out a frustrated sigh. But then a sudden realization made him relax back.

"Watch me, noona. I'll make sure you realize how much my opinion matters to you."

The Hotel came into view and Jungkook smiled.

-

Slender hands pulled back the black hood resting on soft blond hair. Chocolate brown doe eyes looked around in wonder, taking in every light and reflection of the city.  Skyscrapers stared back at him, towering over his small and alone figure. He took in a gulp of air, choking and violently coughing it out.

His eyes watered and suddenly everything looked too big and impossible for him. Suddenly it all weighed down on him that he was all alone in this city without a single clue of where he was headed and where he would find what he came to search for. The skyscrapers threatened to swallow even his shadow. The sounds of the cars roaring and the chatter of the people seemed louder than his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Taehyung crouched down, covering his ears as tears leaked out of his eyes. He couldn't do this. How would he find his parents in this huge unknown place? How would he find them when he couldn't even understand the language of the people? How could he find them when he didn't even remember their faces clearly?

How could he-

"There is no way I'm coming back, Hyung!" He heard a muffled voice, Korean words filtering through the gaps of his fingers. He looked up, watching a male walk by, speaking on the phone.

His eyes followed the man, slowly standing up. The man wore all black, one hand stuffed in his pocket and another holding his phone to his ear. His ears were pierced, a sharp look in his eyes.  He heatedly spoke on the phone, arguing with someone. He huffed as he cut the call and kept his phone in his pocket. 

Taehyung quickly walked up to him, finding a sliver of hope in the face of this stranger. He stood behind the taller male as the man stopped walking to look at his buzzing phone.

Taehyung swallowed his nervousness, slowly reaching forward and timidly tapping the male's shoulder. 

-

-Hell-

Yoongi sat with his hands beneath his chin, eyes closed as Hoseok sat beside him, hands resting on the bridge of his nose. The house was completely silent, the only sound being that of their heavy breathing.