Till Death Do Us Part ||Taekook||

Chapter #62 A Reminder of Home

Jimin called.

It was the middle of the night when my phone rang. Yoongi told him about what happened at the bar. I was hardly conscious when I picked up.

"Hello?" I mumbled deeply, my phone rested over my ear, my hands curled back under the covers. The line was silent for a long while. I assumed it was a solicitor, or perhaps a call that didn't go through, but I was far too lazy to hang up. I laid there with the phone resting over my ear for quite some time. I flinched when a pitchy voice sputtered from the speakers.

"Bunny? You still there?"

I hummed. I processed who it was, but my brain didn't quite comprehend how important this interaction was.

"Can you come over? I know you have work tomorrow, but I need you and I really can't wait any longer."

"Hm?" I mumbled mindlessly.

"What's wrong?" I slurred.

"Nothing. It's nothing. I just need to talk to you."

The line went silent again as my eyes grew heavy, lulling me back to sleep.

"Kook? Jungkook? You still there?"

"Jungkook!" A voice screamed. I flinched again.

"Hm?"

"Can you come over or not?" Jimin muttered, impatient. I forced myself to sit up.

"Come over? Yeah, I can come over." I reassured. My brain finally caught up to the fact that Jimin was asking me to come over.

"I'll send Don. Wait on the steps, he'll be there soon."

"Mm." I mumbled. He hung up first. I kicked my feet across the ground, putting on whatever my feet hit first. I shuffled my feet into a pair of slippers and dragged myself into the hallway. I heard a door from down the hall creak open. I looked up and down both directions, nothing abnormal raised my attention. With a mind that was still groggy, I shook the unease from my head and continued my slow steps down the stairs.

A butler stood with his posture perfectly straight by the door.

"Mr. Kim. May I ask where you're headed so late at night?"

"Jimin's." I muttered mindlessly. He nodded.

"Would you like a coat? I can fetch you a car-"

I waved my hand to dismiss him. He sewed his mouth shut and bowed. Before I could take another step, another butler rushed from down the stairs. He said nothing as he handed me the glock. I scoffed and brushed past him. More butlers blocked my path. You've got to be kidding. One of the them boldly stepped forward and slid the glock in my pant pocket. I gazed at him groggily. I was far too tired to make much of a fuss. I'd deal with this tomorrow.

 I waddled outside. The night breeze was crisp and frigid. I could see my breath puff out into a large pale cloud. A few minutes later, a white Bentley pulled around the driveway before parking at the bottom of the steps. I forced my legs to straighten into a lazy stance, but I was on my feet nonetheless. I shuffled to the passenger side. I slid in, slamming the door behind me.

The seat warmers were on and the vents were blasting hot air on my face. I snuggled into the seat with a satisfied smile.

"Thanks, Donnie." I mumbled.

"Of course, sir." He spoke gently.

"I missed you." I whispered as I shifted into a comfortable position.

"We'll be at Mr. Park's residence in just under an hour."

I nodded, my eyes lulling. I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I fluttered my eyes open and squinted at Don.