Euphoria | Taekook [on hold]

𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐍𝐄 / 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘍𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵

Jungkook sighed as he clicked the tv remote. He watched the screen go blank and looked at the ticking grandfather clock nearby. It was nearly four in the morning and Yugyeom still wasn't home.

He tapped his pregnant belly and groaned as he lifted himself off of the couch. He didn't care that Yugyeom wasn't home, in fact he preferred him being away. But he was feeling worried. Hormones.

The ravenette found Changbin in the kitchen cooking something that he requested. "How much longer?" He asked.

"I just finished. I'll bring you a plate, Mr. Jeon." Changbin smiled as he began scooping the food into a bowl.

"Good, set it down and come with me." Jungkook grabbed the other's wrist and took him to the foyer. He began to put on a coat but fumbled with the zipper until his guard took over and helped him.

"Where are we going this late, sir?"

"Looking for Yugyeom. I'm worried, just a tad." Jungkook nodded and took a blue scarf and wrapped it around Changbin's neck. "It's cold out." He mumbled and opened the door, a cold gust of wind nipping at his cheeks.

He waddled out to the car and sat in the front seat while Changbin drove around Seoul. They passed by every alley, bar, and strip club they could find, but there was no Yugyeom.

The pregnant chewed on his fingernails nervously as the car stopped at a red light. "I just don't know where he could be." He uttered to himself.

But suddenly he remembered Yugyeom speaking about a bar on the outskirts of the city that he used to go to when he turned twenty-one. It was in the slums, a not so good area for someone like Jungkook.

He looked up the bar and directed Changbin to the place. It took nearly an hour before the guard stopped the car and turned off the engine.

"This place isn't safe. I'll go look." Changbin opened the car door but Jungkook grabbed his arm. "I'll be fine. You'll be with me." The Idol smiled and grunted as he got out.

They went inside. Music blared from a few speakers and women in tiny little clothes walked around with trays of alcoholic drinks.

"Have you seen a man named Kim Yugyeom by any chance? He has short dark hair, silver earrings and is about 6'1"?" Jungkook asked the bartender while she cleaned a glass.

"Yugyeom? Yeah he was here earlier. Got in a fight though and was thrown out." She shrugged.

"Girl or boy?" She asked as Jungkook started to walk away after thanking her.

"Uhm, boy." He turned back.

"Congrats. I listen to your music by the way. It helped me through some tough times." She nodded.

Jungkook smiled at her. "I'm glad. Thank you." He bowed politely and left the bar with Changbin holding tightly onto his arm.

"Let's look around back." The Idol suggested.

As they walked together around the small building, Jungkook heard a soft groan and the sound of a glass bottle being rolled. He turned on the flashlight on his phone and shined it around.

There by the dumpster, lying on bulky trash bags was Yugyeom.

Jungkook quickly went to him and crouched on his knees. "Yugyeom? Are you okay?" He asked as he inspected the male's bleeding face and knuckles.

"Why do you care? This is all your fault." The male coughed and moved around in the trash.

"Come on, this is nasty." Jungkook igjored him. He stood up from the ground with help from Changbin and wiped off his pants.

The guard then got Yugyeom up from the ground and helped him limp to the car. Jungkook had his hand on the taller's waist and on his brown-ish leather jacket. Jungkook had gifted him the jacket when they were dating before. He still wore it nearly every day.

They laid Yugyeom down in the backseat and drove back to the house. It was almost dawn and Jungkook ended up falling asleep in the car, snoring quietly.

But Yugyeom wasn't asleep. He stared wide eyed at the sleeping boy from his lying down position. He appreciated Jungkook going around and trying to find him, but still, he thought that what happened to him was Jungkook's fault.

It was his fault that he got into the bad fight. It was his fault that he ended up in piles of trash outside of an old bar. For some reason, it was just his fault.

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Lil flashback 🤭