PSYCHO ➣ TAEJIN

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"Alright, I think we're done now. What do you think, hyung?" Jungkook asks, a grin on his face. His heart swells seeing Seokjin's eyes light up.

The older looks around the place, his lips parted in awe.

The new apartment was nothing grand. It's small and has problems here and there, but as they put Seokjin's things inside and decorated, it became bright and cozy. It feels just like Seokjin.

This is it.

This is his house, his new home.

Seokjin can hardly speak as his eyes prick with tears, overcome with emotions.

"Hyung," Jungkook mumbles worriedly before pulling the male into an embrace.

"I'm okay, Jungkook-ah," he mutters, arms still at his side, still not battling well with affection.

Jungkook smiles, "I know."

Seokjin hesitantly wraps his arms around the younger male's waist.

"I'm happy," the older whispers.

Jungkook kisses the crown of the head. "I know," he says again.

And then Jungkook lets go, settling for holding the older's hand instead.

He said he'd go after this. He promised he won't stay the night and let his hyung settle in, learn how to be on his own.

He can't bring himself to leave, and Seokjin knows all too well.

Jungkook has played such a huge role in Seokjin's life.

After everything that happened, everyone began to distance themselves, not wanting to get involved with Seokjin. He became an outcast, a nobody to everyone but one person. Jungkook.

Jungkook was the only one to call and visit. The only one to pick up the pieces of Seokjin's shattered heart and self-esteem.

The one to motivate Seokjin to get out into the world. The younger helped Seokjin get his first job, helped him search for apartments, and went to every viewing with Seokjin.

Jungkook has always been a constant in his life. He's stayed with him through the good and bad. Seokjin is more than grateful. He owes all that he is and that he has now to Jungkook.

He's held his hand every step of the way, and now it's time for Seokjin to walk on his own.

The older glances down at their interlocked fingers. "Jungkook-ah," he sighs, and the younger male frowns, lips forming into a pout.

He really doesn't want to go.

"Look, I'll order takeout, and then I'll–"

The two jolt as a loud bang comes from outside Seokjin's door.

"What the fuck was that?" Jungkook hisses anger building up in the younger man.

This was supposed to be a good day. A smooth move in so Seokjin could relax and ease into things. Why does shit always have to go wrong?

Seokjin doesn't think much of it until a realization hits him. He is the only resident on this floor. Who is at his door?

The older is stirred up with fear, his eyebrows knitted together as he stares at the entrance.

The younger let out a huff slipping on his black combat boots, bat at the ready near the front door. He shuffles towards the door, Seokjin following closely behind.

They hear three little taps, and Jungkook stands tall, looking dark and intimidating as he opens the door.

There stands a timid short man around their age. His short black hair and feline-like eyes are the very first thing that draws Seokjin in, while Jungkook looks unimpressed. Irritated.