Sirenic Menace

㉓You Lied

  
Jungkook dragged his feet, along with his ponderous heart, towards the storage room at eight as usual.

That odious feeling of wistfulness was deep-rooted in his core, and he was incapable of banishing it or even soothing it just a notch. It was as if a part of him was missing. And nothing could fill the inflictive void within him, no matter how many days passed.

It had been almost two weeks since the day Taehyung left. And fuck, he missed him. Not the sex, but him. His vibrant, boxy smile, his chocolate eyes that always projected such warmth and fondness for him, his comforting embrace, his loving kisses. He missed his presence like nothing before.

Jungkook entered the storage room and greeted his hyungs as he took his seat. “Anything new?”

“No,” Seokjin said, while Yoongi tucked his chin into his chest at the question to avoid eye contact.

Yoongi had something new to tell, and that was the two back-to-back calls Taehyung made about an hour ago, which he ignored. He thought if they didn’t accept his help anymore, he would stop meddling, and he could only wish Taehyung would get the message this way.

“Let’s call Ji Hoo to see if he has news,” Jungkook proposed.

“Um, I’ll call him.” Yoongi slipped his phone out of his pocket and tapped on his name. A slight crease bloomed between his brows as it kept ringing with no response.

“He’s not picking up?” Namjoon asked.

“Hmm.” Yoongi lowered the phone when the call ended and tried once more. And again it rang for a bit, but his voice sounded this time.

“What?”

“Where are you? Let’s meet.”

“I’m busy.”

“With what?”

“Not your business. I’ll call you when I have time.”

Yoongi stared at the phone with a scowl once Ji Hoo hung up on him. “What the fuck?”

“What did he say?” asked Jungkook.

“That he’s busy and hung up.”

A frown of consideration crept over Jungkook’s face. “He’s hiding something.”

“Should I track his phone?” Namjoon suggested and hurried out of the room to get his laptop when he received a nod from Jungkook.

Seokjin viewed the younger subtly, a small warm smile etched on his lips. “How are you, Kook?”

Jungkook snatched a beer from the table, sighing. “The same, hyung. Don’t ask me every day.”

“You seem better now that you have no contact with him,” Yoongi ventured, hesitant.

“Better?” Jungkook scoffed in a hushed tone. “I’m in hell, hyung.”

Yoongi’s eyes dove to the beer in his hands. The thought that he should tell him Taehyung called leaped into his mind, but it went away just as fast.

Namjoon was soon back, and he set the laptop on the table as he sat down. He typed away on the keyboard, getting everything ready to trace Ji Hoo’s phone. All eyes were trained on him, and he raised his head once he got the results. “He turned off his phone. His last location was at the port.”

“What?” Yoongi asked with apparent mystification. “Don’t tell me he left.”

“It’s possible,” Namjoon uttered. “I can’t locate him if he doesn’t turn on his phone.”