(on hold) WHEN THE STARS COLLIDE || TAEKOOK

07 | Wild Premonitions

Seoul 11: 13 AM

Taehyung's mate is dead. He lied.

Taehyung's mate is dead. He lied.

A whole night has passed but he couldn't shake these words off from constantly ringing in his ears like a broken record. He couldn't just wrap his head around the effect Taehyung is having on him. Why does he concern him so much? Why couldn't he ignore him like he does with every other guy or girl he cross paths with? What's so special about him that had Jungkook fazed all the damn time?

Endless questions swarmed his troubled mind, the answers unknown.

In the heat of the moment, he decided to ask his hyung just to confirm the words. Maybe Soekjin was lying, he shouldn't rule out that possibility, right?

He fished out his phone and searched for Hobi hyung's contact number.

"Hey, hyung." He bit his lower lip in clear anxiety, voice coming a bit tense.

"Kook, hey. How are you doing?" The characteristics cheery voice came though the phone. He would never change even if there was a war waging on earth, even if there was a threat to their entire existence, he would still sound cheerful - he would still look out for a tiny fraction of hope. This was Hobi, their big ball of sunshine and endless source of hope.

"Better. I'm-I'm doing better, I mean. What about you?" He stuttered as anxiety started to take a toll on him.

"Living, breathing, eating, fuc-" The radio-like voice mixed with a hint of playfulness piped in cheerfully.

"Don't complete it."

"Don't act like you don't fuck around anymore." Hoseok retorted sternly, keeping his playfulness at bay just for a split second. "Anyway, any particular reason for hitting me up?"

"Yeah, I need to ask something about someone." The ravenhead cleared his throat, struggling to keep his tone non-chalant.

"Who?"

"Kim Taehyung." The name left a weird taste in his mouth. He gulped his anxiety down ready to face some nerve-wracking questions from his hyung.

"Taehyung? What has he got to do with you?" Jungkook could feel the frown sitting on Hobi's face, even when he wasn't there.

I knew he'd ask that.

Bile rose in the back of his throat, his heart throbbing against his chest. He knew sooner or later it will all unfold, the merging suspicions would resurface with a splash of hidden truths. But he couldn't give it away just yet. It was better if he kept things with himself, just for now.

"Nothing. I just want to know about his mate."

"He doesn't have a mate, Jungkook. I mean like he did, but the poor guy died from a disease. What's wrong?" Hoseok responded sadly, his slight wavering voice laced with pity for the young omega.

Everything.

"Nothing, I was just curious. Thanks, hyung." He shrugged indifferently, his voice seemingly aloof.

"Wait, that's all?"

"Yeah, that's all."

"Fine, then I'll hang up. Take care, Kook."