"NIGHT TO REMEMBER" ~Tk

04

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Jungkook had been searching for the boy he had met and spent the night with for the past four months, yes past four fucvking months but to no avail. The photo from the CCTV he got was blurry and unhelpful (yes it was the idea and way yoongi suggested), and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find any traces of the mysterious boy anywhere.

He felt a sense of desperation and frustration, knowing that he had shared such a special moment with someone who seemed to have vanished into thin air. He wondered if he would ever see the boy again.

As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, Jungkook found himself becoming more and more fixated on finding the boy. He would replay that night in his mind over and over, recalling every detail, every feeling, as if trying to cling onto those memories even tighter.

His friends grew worried about his preoccupation with finding the boy, urging him to move on and forget about it, but Jungkook couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he had to find him somehow, that their meeting couldn't have just been a coincidence.

On a whim, he decided to return to the club where they had met, hoping that somehow, he might catch a glimpse of the boy again. But every time he went, he was met with disappointment.

He would scan the crowded club, searching for that familiar face, but it never appeared. Frustrated and disheartened, Jungkook would drink at the bar, drowning his sorrows in alcohol and the pulsing beat of the music.

No one could have foreseen that the rich, apathetic boy, who had seemingly no cares in the world, would become obsessed with finding an unknown boy.

Despite his privileged background and lack of concern for the people around him, he found himself consumed by a sudden and fierce determination to locate this elusive stranger.

Friends who had spent years with him marveled at this unexpected turn. He who had lived life blithely, never once looking back or regretting past actions, now seemed possessed with an all-consuming drive.

He scoured the city, turning over every stone, but the boy who had briefly touched his life then slipped away remained a wraith, impossible to pin down.

Every step he took, every lead he followed, only led him further from the truth he yearned for.

Jeon Jungkook became increasingly disillusioned, his previous apathy replaced with a sense of despair. He wondered if the boy even existed, or if he had been lost in some drunken haze.

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On the other side~

Taehyung tried to bury the memories of that night as best he could, focusing on his studies and future plans. But despite his efforts, the memories remained firmly etched in his mind. He couldn't help but blame himself for not being in control, for allowing himself to get too drunk and losing his inhibitions.

And yet, deep down, a part of him also found the night beautiful, relishing in the brief moment of escape from his humdrum life.

Though he would never admit it to anyone, the memory of that night often came back to him unbidden. He would close his eyes and remember the way the boy's touch had sent shivers down his spine, the way their bodies had moved together in a natural, instinctual rhythm.

He could recall the scent of the boy's skin, the sound of his voice whispering in his ear. Despite himself, he found himself yearning to recapture that magic once more.

But he pushed these thoughts aside as quickly as they came, reminding himself that it was foolish to linger on the memory of a one-night stand. He had no idea who the boy was, nor did he have any way of finding him again and he didn't want to either.