Living Blue *A BTS Short Story*

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TAEHYUNG POV

I ran as fast as I could, creating my own wind as I zoomed up the escalators. Not letting a single person stop me, I barged through the heavy, pushing crowd and quickly beeped my door open and started the engine, abandoning the seat belt.

Right now I couldn't pay attention to my safety, I could only think about Jungkook's. I reached the modern tower block that he resides in and quickly dialled his house number, 19, on the intercom. 

"Yobuseyo?" forgetting that it was a voice-only intercom with no cameras and forgetting that I was in public I shouted my name.

"Naya, Taehyung. Let me in."

"Go away..." and he hung up. I called again and again in different forms and to no appeal did he open. I even called Yeseul to tell him to open the door and when that didn't work she suggested an ingenious idea. She instructed me to call a different number and kindly ask them to open the building's door with the excuse of my friend's ringer not working.

I did so but the person on the other side let me in straight away without asking who it was. I took it as fate and entered quickly running up to the third floor. 

Door 15... Door 16... 17... 18...

19.

I gave myself a quiet and quick prep talk on what to say to Jungkook and how to handle the situation.

Door 19.

I raised my hand and began to knock. Tears already started making their way out from my maze-like mind and thoughts and out through my red eyes. 

"Jungkook..."