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twenty one.

"𝗜'𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼."

-𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐎𝐧𝐞-

"Hobi Hyung, Stop." Jungkook mumbled gently, weakly swatting the elder's hands away from his cheeks. "stop it, It Hurts."

Hoseok huffed, his hands dropping into his lap as he examined the teen through squinted eyes. "You're.. Sad. Tell me," he ordered, sitting up straighter on the couch so he could poke the younger's cheek. "Tell Your Hobi Hyung why you're sad, Kooks."

Jungkook made a squeaking sound, eyes widening as his gaze snapped upwards. "W-What? I'm not sad!" He protested, lips tugging downwards slightly as the words left his lips. "I'm Not!"

Hoseok Rose his Brow, crossing his arms as he tilted his head slightly. "I'm no Therapist, Kooks. But Your Roommate is. Have you talked to him?"

Jungkook shook his head gently. "No.." He hadn't spoke to Mr Kim about how he was feeling. Despite him being asked on multiple occasions by the man that morning before He left for work, The Teen just didn't answer -Denying feeling anything but content.

"Jungkook," Hoseok sighed. "He's Your Therapist! You live with him, too. Don't you realise how lucky you are? Do you know how many people would kill to have their therapist within arms reach all day?"

"..I Know." Jungkook lowered his gaze, playing with his fingers slightly as he choked out his words. "I Just Miss My Daddy.." He Whispered, tears burning his eyes as he looked around Mr Kim's Living room. "I-I Know I Shouldn't, but I can't help it. This is the longest I've gone without seeing him. i wanna hug him."

Hoseok gave the teen a soft smile. "It's Okay to miss him. He's your father. Just... You Know you're better off away from him, don't you?"

"I Know that," Jungkook replied, evidently getting worked up into distress as he fidgeted. "God, Everyone keeps telling me! How an I Meant to not know that?!"

Hoseok bit his lip, hesitantly hugging the teen beside him. "It's Okay, Jungkookie. Hey, uh, Why don't we go out and do something, hm? Cheer you up a bit." He offered with a bright smile. "We haven't hung out since I Came back to Seoul. And I've Missed You, you big baby."

Jungkook bit his lip as he thought about the offer. Would Mr Kim be mad if he just left without telling him?

But he's with his Hobi Hyung.

Everything Will be okay, anyway. Hoseok would never let anything happen to him.

"Okay, Hyungie." He smiled, raising from his seat with a stretch. "Let's go out."

-

When he arrived home from work, The first thing Taehyung noticed was the silence. There was no loud TV, No whines and no mess. He slowly shut the front door, looking around curiously as he toed his shoes off.

"Little One?"

No answer.

The therapist frowned, hanging his coat up and placing his bag on the cabinet by the front door. "Jungkook?" He walked further into the house, noting that the boy's favourite red converse were gone, Aswell as his coat.

Odd, he thought. Jungkook had never just left without telling him or letting him know before. He bit the inside of his lip, loosening his Tie as he ran a hand through his hair. He didn't even know how long Jungkook had been out, who he was with, or where he gone. He was worried.

He knew The Teen was Nearly 20 years Old, and could look after himself -of course he did.

But Jungkook was vulnerable.

"He's not a kid." The man told himself, sighing as he made his way into the kitchen to prepare dinner. "He'll come back when he's done with whatever he's out doing."

As he reached up to open the cupboards, his phone -which he placed on the counter- started to ring. Frowning, he picked it up, Brows creasing As he read the 'Little Jungkookie' Displayed at the top of the screen.

The Therapist sighed, answering the phone as he put it back down on the counter, on speaker so he could multitask. "Jungkook, where are you? Why didn't you tell me where you were going?" He scolded. "I've already told you-"

"Hello? Is this Mr Kim?" An Unknown Voice replied, The loud bustle of people and music heard in the background. "I'm Jung Hoseok, I'm calling you on Jungkook's phone-"

"What? Why do you have his phone? Where are you? Is Jungkook alright?" Taehyung shot question after Question, stopping what he was doing to grab the phone. "Are you in a club?"

"Kook's kinda, Uhm, Drunk, and We're at a Night club near Kaiyo Street." Hoseok replied. "I'll send you the address, But could you come and get him? He Keeps calling for you."

"Of Course, Just.." Taehyung just sighed pinching the bridge of his nose as he turned around and rushed out of the kitchen, leaving the food he'd got out of the fridge and cupboards on the kitchen counter. this kid... "Just Send me the address. Make Sure He's Safe Until I Get there, Hoseok Was it?"

"Yeah, That's Me. I'll Sit with him outside the club, He's a little Shaken, If I'm Honest." Hoseok replied, Jungkook's slurred wording barely audible in the background. "He was upset earlier so I took him out. He, Um...He Misses his Father."

"I'll be there In a Few Minutes. text me the address, Please." Taehyung stressed, hanging up as he grabbed his keys and raced out of the house.

God, Jungkook. Why can't you just tell me when you're not Okay?

-

It was around 7pm when Taehyung reached the Night club, Immediately opening the car door as he spotted Jungkook in the arms of a red-haired male. He got out and placed his hand on the top of the door as he looked over.

"Jungkook," He called, The drunk Teen looking up with a grunt. Jungkook made grabby hands, nearly stumbling over the curb before regaining his balance.

"M-Mr Kim!" The teen wailed loudly, The red haired male helping his drunk friend stumble towards the Car, Opening the passenger door. "K-Koo Mwissed You!"

"Mr Kim, I'm sorry about this." Hoseok spoke sadly, Carefully buckling his younger friend into the seat. "It's my fault, Please Take care of Him."

"I will do." Taehyung smiled at the Other, helping him buckle a wasted Jungkook in. "Thank you for calling me." He noticed Hoseok was obviously older than Jungkook, but decided not to comment. Why were all of The teen's fiends older then Jungkook was?

Hoseok nodded with a heart-shaped smile as he ruffled A sleepy Jungkook's hair. "No worries! I'm just Glad He's safe Now." He admitted. "He Wasn't feeling too happy earlier."

Taehyung nodded, starting the car engine. "I'll try and speak to him about it, Thank You Once Again."

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