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Despacito who? I only know DES MA NI TO

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I'm leaving

It's too late for sorrys

Goodbye Tae-

Taehyung scrunched his eyes shut, desperately pushing the echoing laments out of his mind.

It was odd, really, how two to three words could haunt you in such horrible ways for such a long time.

Long time being the short expanse of about three hours since Jungkook had spoken them, his voice cracking over the phone. And believe Taehyung when he says, a lot had happened since then.

No, Taehyung hadn't hailed a taxi that would have magically flown him to Jungkook's house, this isn't a fantasy fiction, come on!

He had had to get help. And help; he did get.

“You what!?”

“I'm sorry, I know, it was so bad and I'm so bad and I just want to make it up to him and-”

“You absolute idiot, Kim Taehyung!” Seokjin pinched the bridge of his nose as he frowned, not even caring anymore that it was two in the morning and he was standing on his doorstep wearing a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers.

“And you want me to what?” He asked weakly, looking up again.

“I know this is asking a lot.” Taehyung began. “But-”

“If you want me to book you a flight to Busan, I'm sorry, but that's out of my paycheck.” Seokjin grumbled.

“What?” Taehyung's eyes widened in horror. “No! I'm just here to get his address, that's all. You must have gotten it when you hired him for me.”

“Oh.” Seokjin stood back. “Come in then, but watch your voice, okay?”

“okay.”

“Y'know.” Seokjin said after a while, rummaging around in his study, “I don't think I should give his personal information to you like that. I mean, it's personal, and you just raped the dude-”

“Hyung, come on, it wasn't my fault!”

“Okay, okay geez.” Rolling his eyes, Seokjin handed Taehyung an envelope. “Here. It has everything. The company had the info on all their employees, so I just printed it and stuff.”

“Wow hyung, thanks-”

“Whoever is out there, I've got a bat!” A sudden yell sounded from the doorway, accompanied by a loud thump.

Taehyung jumped violently. Seokjin however, sighed exasperatedly and walked over to the bundle of clothes lying fallen on the floor.

“It's not a bat, it's a table lamp sweetie.” He said, pulling the bundle up, who turned out to be a person.

“A table lamp, yes, I knew that.” The person mumbled as Seokjin dusted his robe (dark blue) off.

“Taehyung, meet Namjoon. He's the reason I told you to stay silent.” Seokjin looked, if possible, even more disgruntled.

“You must be Jin's patient, am I right?” Namjoon asked. “I'm sorry, we weren't expecting company two in the morning-”

“Dear, go make coffee, okay?” (mia_0015 not dear like that, deer like D-double E-R) (pfffft im sorry)

Seokjin ushered him out and turned back towards a grinning Taehyung.  “What?”

“You never told me you were married, doctor.” Taehyung smiled wider.

“That's because you were too busy crying to see the ring on my finger every time we met.” Seokjin responded, which made the latter shut up.

“Now, where were we?” Snatching the envelope back, Seokjin emptied the contents onto the desk and examined them under the orange lamp light.

“Contact number.... CNIC... Age.... Ah! Emergency address. Here it is.” Seokjin frowned. “If you take the flight leaving in exactly half an hour-”

“Flight to where?” Namjoon appeared at the doorway again, stirring coffee paste.

“Busan.” Seokjin replied. “And you're doing it wrong! I've told you time and time again to tilt the mug, but do you listen? No...”

*****

It was then, three hours later, Taehyung was sitting aboard Namjoon's private jet, heading towards his destination, and drinking the excellently brewed coffee (made by Seokjin). He honestly had had no idea that his psychiatrist had been wealthy enough to own a private plane, but miracles do happen, don't they?

“We'll be there in half an hour, don't worry.” Namjoon smiled at him from across the row, his dimples prominent.

“Yeah.” Taehyung felt his palms dampen at the prospect of talking to Jungkook, but managed to keep smiling. “Thank you, again, for doing this.”

“Don't mention it. Anything for love, that's what I always say.”

A darn good saying, that.

Getting off at the airport, Taehyung hailed a taxi, which in turn, took him to where he wanted to go.

He had only been to Busan once, and that had been with his parents, hence, knew not head nor tails of the streets. He still, however, managed to navigate his way (with the help of the well experienced driver), and pretty soon found himself in front of a nice house in the homey part of the city.

Standing in front of the main door, he bit his lip, all the old fears returning.

Ignoring them however, he raised a knuckle and knocked.

A/N; words cant express how much i adore namjin and you cant tell me otherwise