Fix you | a BTS fanfiction

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"Taehyung, time to go."

Taehyung exited the bathroom, hands in pockets. He wore a dark blue jacket that reached his thighs, covering his clothes underneath, and tight black jeans with a pair of Doc Martens strapped to his feet. He had the hood up, so his eyes were covered in a dark shade that curved above the bridge of his nose.

Jungkook only spared him a glance before returning his eyes back to his phone.

"Namjoon hyung is meeting us at the car park outside," Jungkook read off his phone, his eyes glued to the illuminating screen. "We have to be there by five minutes or else we'll get a beating."

Taehyung nodded and stood by the front door.

Jungkook inspected himself in the mirror one last time; a white fluffy jumper with long sleeves and black jeans, with a grey beanie sat on his chocolate brown hair, and a pair of Vans sneakers on his feet. He fixed up his beanie, before heading off with Taehyung, outside into the corridor, and into the elevator.

As the doors closed, the two stood, side by side, in silence. There was elevator music, sounding as if it came from the 70s, so it had a tacky quality.

"What kind of music..." Taehyung muttered, and Jungkook snorted. In spite of the embarrassing laugh, Jungkook covered his mouth, and Taehyung glanced over at him with a small smile, barely visible on his mouth. Jungkook removed his hands and looked down at his feet, smiling.

The elevator stopped, and the doors opened, making a cold gust of wind fill the elevator. The two stepped out and headed towards the front of the hotel, and soon, out of the swivel doors.

Taehyung looked around for Namjoon, but couldn't spot him anywhere. The cold stung his eyes, and tears formed slowly. Taehyung blinked rapidly, removing the tears before Jungkook thought it was something to do with his feelings. He was always assuming the worst about Taehyung, even though 90 percent of it were true. Still, it did get annoying at times. Most of the time.

"They're probably at the back," Jungkook suggested, and the two set off towards the rear end of the car park.

And, sure enough, Namjoon was standing next to two sleek black cars lined perfectly next to each other. He was wearing sunglasses and a long fabric cardigan that reached just over his knees, with an olive green scarf wrapped around his neck. His dirty blonde hair was messy, yet effective, being pushed everywhere by the harsh winds.

"Taehyung, Jungkook, get in," Namjoon ordered in his rough voice. The two obeyed and climbed into the first car, which the door had been left open for them.

Inside was nice and toasty. Jungkook clambered in clumsily, tripping up half way. He straightened himself up and sat on the right, next to the window, Taehyung following, and placing himself in the middle. He looked behind him. Hoseok and Jimin were sat next to each other, both with earphones plugged in. Jimin was tapping furiously at his phone, whereas Hoseok was asleep, his arms crossed.