It was just like that with each other; things were easier and simpler. And just a few weeks later Taehyung was deep asleep when his phone rang.
Not vibrated.
Not softly chimed.
It rang, loud and sharp, the tone he had set specifically for family people.
The kind of sound that cut straight into his chest made him jolt awake
He opened his eyes instantly, heart already racing, hand reaching for the phone before his brain caught up. God, he was having a peaceful sleep.
"Yoongi" flashed on the screen.
Taehyung answered without thinking, why was he calling so late.
"What?" Before he could say something more, ask anything.
Yoongi's voice came through calmly. Too calm.
"Come Home," he said.
Then, "Fast."
The call ended.
Taehyung stared at the screen, blinking his sleep away.
"What the fuck?"
His heartbeat slammed against his ribs.
Yoongi never called like that.
Never at this hour.
Never said home like that.
Something was wrong. what the fuck happened?
Taehyung was already moving—throwing the blanket aside, grabbing his gun from the bedside drawer, fingers shaking just slightly as he checked the magazine, full
His mind was racing. Bad thoughts rushing in his head, like a movie.
Attack?
Threat?
Kidnapping? He grabbed his keys and dialed Namjoon as he rushed down the stairs.
No answer. He called again.
Straight to voicemail.
"Fuck."
That was worse. Taehyung stormed out of the house, guards scrambling behind him as he got into the car.
"Yoongi's place," he snapped.
Guards rushing the car filled in with bodyguards and they sped off.
Ten minutes.
That was all it took.
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