Call me HYUNG!

Hyung!

Time passed, and Taehyung's career took off even faster than either of them had anticipated. BigHit was not only a company involved in various creative ventures but also the home to some of the most famous K-pop bands. Taehyung's involvement with the entertainment world had started subtly-taking photos at events, working behind the scenes-but soon, his unique vision, coupled with his striking looks, caught the attention of the industry.

At first, Taehyung's involvement in the showbiz world was manageable, just another step in his professional growth. But as his talent began to shine, and his aesthetic appeal garnered attention, he became a figure that people wanted to see more of. His work was no longer just behind the camera-he was now being pulled into the spotlight himself. Photoshoots, interviews, and collaborations with celebrities became regular, and with it, his schedule filled up rapidly.

It was thrilling, exciting even. Taehyung was finally living the dream he had worked so hard for. He was building a name for himself, gaining fame not only for his skills but also for his looks. People in the industry couldn't get enough of him. They admired his work, yes, but they also admired him. Offers came flooding in-endorsements, creative projects, and opportunities he could never have imagined before.

However, with the rapid rise in fame came the inevitable downside: he was always busy. His phone was constantly buzzing with emails and calls, meetings stretched late into the night, and there were weeks where he barely had time for himself, let alone for anyone else. His contact with Jungkook, which had once been frequent and easy, had shortened significantly.

Jungkook noticed the shift, and while he tried to be understanding, it wasn't easy. The late-night messages turned into sporadic check-ins, the spontaneous meet-ups became few and far between, and the time they spent together was limited to short calls or rushed visits when Taehyung wasn't exhausted from work. It wasn't that Taehyung didn't care anymore-Jungkook knew he was just caught up in the whirlwind of his career-but it still hurt.

There were days when Jungkook would sit in his dorm, staring at his phone, waiting for a message from Taehyung that never came. He knew Taehyung was busy, that his life was different now, but it didn't stop the ache in his chest from growing. He missed him. He missed the easy closeness they used to share, the way Taehyung would always make time for him, no matter what.

Now, their conversations were brief, and while they tried to catch up when they could, it wasn't the same. The dynamic between them had changed. Jungkook couldn't help but feel like he was being left behind, watching from the sidelines as Taehyung's life moved further away from his own.

Even though Jungkook continued to work on his own art and made strides in his studies, he couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness creeping in. The unanswered confession still lingered in the back of his mind, and now, more than ever, he wondered if Taehyung had forgotten about it-or worse, if Taehyung had decided to leave it in the past without saying anything.

Jungkook understood that fame came with a price, but he couldn't help but wish that Taehyung would slow down, even just for a moment, and look back at him.

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One night, after months of distance and growing silence between them, Jungkook found himself sitting alone in his dorm room, a bottle of soju in his hand. He had seen the news earlier that day-the rumors of Taehyung dating an actress. It was all over social media, pictures of them leaving a restaurant together, smiles exchanged. His mind had been spinning ever since. Jungkook had tried to focus on his work, tried to remind himself that rumors were just that-rumors-but it didn't matter. The thought of Taehyung with someone else burned a hole in his chest.

The alcohol wasn't helping either. Instead of numbing the pain, it only amplified everything he had been trying to suppress for months. He couldn't hold it in anymore. His fingers trembled as he dialed Taehyung's number, something he hadn't done in what felt like ages. It was late, far past midnight, but he didn't care. The phone rang and rang, and just when he thought it might go to voicemail, Taehyung picked up.