Wild Thoughts | Taehyung | ✓

Eighteen

Are you busy? I need to see you.

That message was soon followed by a call.

"Who is it?"

I showed Taehyung the phone screen. Jungkook's face buzzed on it.

I could have sworn the man's face darkened. "Oh."

"Just give me a second," I said, swiping right.

I pressed the phone to my ear. "Hi, Jungkook, what's up?"

"You're not at the hotel?" the boy's voice sounded in my ear. Concern wavered it.

"Uh, no, I checked out this morning," I said.

"You should have told me that," he scolded. "I got worried that something happened to you."

"Don't worry about me, Jungkook, I'm okay," I assured him.

There was a pause from the other end when he spoke. "Where are you right now? Did I disturb you?"

I looked to the man in front of me, glaring at the city skyline. "No, I was just touring Paris with Taehyung. We were nearly done anyway. Why?"

"I...Can I see you? There's something important I must tell you."

"Yeah, sure," I said. "Where should I come meet you?"

Taehyung made a face. I made one right back.

"The Park Headquarters?"

"That's okay," I said. "I'll see you there."

"Thank you Sora," Jungkook murmured through the line. "Bye."

I ended the call, looking at Taehyung. "I must go to Headquarters."

Taehyung let go of the railing. "To meet Jungkook?"

I nodded. He set his jaw, pursing his lips.

"Has he...has he told you why?"

Raising an eyebrow, I answered, "...no?"

"Hmm," he got out. He turned on his heel and went to the elevator.

Stunned, I followed him there, Taehyung pressing the button.

We went down the tower in silence.

I wasn't stupid. I knew why Taehyung's mood changed so quickly.

But why Jungkook? Aren't those two best friends?

The lift doors opened up, and we stepped out, heading back to the Headquarters.

We reached our destination, the sun gone, and the moon shining on the city.

As we reached the doors, Taehyung stopped. "I should go."

I put my hand on the door knob. "You can come if you want."

The man put his hands in his pockets. "Oh, I already know what he's going to talk about."

"Oh," I said.

"If he asks if I'm coming," Taehyung said, "Tell him I can't."

Where though? "Alright," I replied. "Thank you...for today."

Taehyung's lips slid to the side. "My pleasure."

And with that, he left, heading to the car park.

After a few minutes I saw him ride past me in a black sports car.

I stared at the car until it faded out of sight.