After Dark || Jikook

Chapter 02: Friends with-

Time: 8 minutes past 2AM.

Location: Taehyung's basement.

Mental health: Still pretty pathetic

Sleep status: Not a blink.

"Seriously Tae how long has it been?" Jimin agonizes, pacing back and forth the other's almost oddly grand basement (if the latter hadn't been living in a mansion), eyes flickering to the sides just to have a little glance at the large flaring LED screens, an entire hack setup at which the man had been clicking away for almost an hour on end. "I thought you were good at this."

"Tracking isn't my superpower." Taehyung huffs back, still tapping rapidly on the keyboards. "I'm any normal person when it comes to hacking, and I swear to god the fact that this is an old rather ancient landline number is not making things any easier."

Jimin licks his chapped lips, hands pushing his sweaty raven locks back. He shouldn't be taunting the other man, but he felt so on edge right now he could do all kinds of unethical things.

"Wait— I just locked onto the location."

Everything that Jimin wanted to hear, he lets out a sound of relief, speeding across towards the almost blinding screens, leaning past Taehyungs shoulder to fixate his eyes onto the center monitor displaying a very familiar map of South Korea.

"Looks like it's not too far from your house, just somewhere in the range of 10 kilometers. Maybe the old hous—"

Taehyung stops abruptly.

And so does Jimin's breath, maybe even his heart a little.

He swears he had just blinked, but the location—

The location changed.

"Illsan?" Taehyung questions, absolutely perplexed and maybe even angry.

Jimin chooses not to say anything, he swallows and stares at the red dot till his mind burns in the imagine into his mind, and Taehyung too.

There again, the red dot isn't their anymore.

It's in Daegu now.

"What the actual fuck?" Taehyung spits out, annoyed and exasperated, while Jimin just stands straight, frown deepening.

"Now Busan?!"

"Of course." Jimin mutters, disappointed. "He's probably using a self-made software, none of it his actual location, it'll keep changing forever."

He turns around, feeling irritation creeping up his mind, headache suddenly twice the stronger.

"I underestimated him yet again." He snarls lowly, running his hand against his hair again, veins in his neck straining and visible.

"Who?" Taehyung questions, and Jimin hears the chair move, the other must've stood up, cause he hears footsteps that approach him.

"Who was he?"

"Jungkook."

There's silence, and Jimin turns around to catch the look on the other's face, which looks inscrutably blank.

"Jeon Jungkook contacted you?" Taehyung probes, eyes staring dead at him, as if he was making sure the other wasn't fooling around.

"Yeah." Jimin says, chewing on his lips.

"Insane? Jimin— He contacted you?!" Taehyung whispers now, as if he was afraid of someone listening to their conversation, just a bit of doubt glimmering his orbs.

"He did."

"What did he say to you?"

Jimin closes his eyes, mind a blurry mess, he can still feel the other's nasty voice ringing in his ears, the taunting words and teasing tone, it maddens him.