Lost Our Way | Taekook Threeshot✓

3. Second Chance(End)

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Jungkook didn't expect to receive a ton of requests for TV shows after his hit fashion show. Calls flooded in, with offers wanting him to be at least an MC. He was already well-known in the industry, but now he was at the top.

"Jungkook! Just do it! Man, this is a one-time opportunity! You're going to hit it worldwide. It will help with Tigerbun," Jimin said, trying to make him understand.

"Yes, this is the Golden Globes, Jungkook! MCing this means a fucking jackpot!" Namjoon added.

"I don't know, guys! I can't ask people questions. You see? Fuck! I'm just a designer!" Jungkook whined.

"Look, take your time, go home and think! But in the end, you better say yes," Jimin said, making Namjoon laugh.

"Asshole," Jungkook mumbled.

Jungkook tiredly walked into the house, unsurprised to see the lights on and food waiting for him at the table. The whole room was filled with the soft scent of jasmine. He noticed the flowers on the small table in the living room.

He went into the kitchen and looked at the boxes, finding the usual note.

"Are you tired?" Jungkook nodded unconsciously as he read the question.

Then he continued, "Yesterday... I missed you. I wanted to see you, so I came back at night again. I saw you giving the food to the homeless person outside your house. So today, I gave it to him myself, so please eat this one... Can you do that for me, doll?

B̶a̶b̶y̶... c̶a̶n̶ y̶o̶u̶ p̶l̶e̶a̶s̶e̶...

Take care, I love you... and I miss you very much... So much it's hard to breath sometime..."

Jungkook didn't like the guilt that filled him when he read the note.

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"Sir! You really need to attend the show; the media is questioning your absence. You're the headline of the award show, and if you don't show up, they'll start spreading rumors that you're finished. It's been almost two months since you got replaced in that movie. You can't keep hiding in the shadows, thinking it's over!" Jackson said, trying to make Taehyung understand the gravity of the situation.

"Aren't they right, Jack? I'm actually over..." Taehyung whispered, his voice heavy with resignation.

"Sir-"

"Accept it. I'm doing the same. I'm literally over. I don't have the strength without him..." Taehyung paused, his eyes welling up. "I should have understood it sooner, Jack. From the beginning, he was the reason I worked so hard. Everything I did was for him, to give him everything in the world. But I messed up dude. I messed up badly! No amount of explanation can change that. I ruined everything!"

"Sir, it's not like that. Please, get a hold on yourself. If you don't, you'll ruin your career and lose Mr. Jeon too," Jackson said softly, trying to offer support.

"Will he be back Jack?" Taehyung asked, his voice trembling.

"I don't know, sir. But one thing I do know is that Mr. Jeon won't come back if you destroy your career. He supported you, let you pursue your fame, because he believed in you. So, please, get up! Stop acting like a heartbroken teenager and start acting like a 31-year-old man who has a future to salvage. Use this moment to show everyone, including yourself, that you're stronger than this," Jackson urged.