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Taehyung knocked on the door.

His hands trembled slightly as he fisted them by his sides, eyes downcast, gathering enough courage to not abandon this whole thing and run away.

But he had already come all this way, hadn't he?

It was now or never.

His head snapped back up as the door opened, revealing familiar hazel irises staring back at him.

“Yes, can I help you?”

Taehyung realized with a jolt that it wasn't him. The woman looked like his mother; cheery face, laugh lines, soft looking brown hair, and those eyes. Those eyes that looked so much like her son's.

“Yes, um, hi. I'm Taehyung.” He bowed awkwardly as a greeting. “Kim Taehyung, I'm looking for-”

“He's upstairs.” The woman interrupted, a gentle smile gracing her features, and Taehyung internally gulped. Holy shit, he even had her smile-

“Um.. ”

“Oh, come in dear.” The woman stood back, gesturing with one hand. “The stairs are to the left.”

Passing her a small, grateful smile for understanding, Taehyung did as she directed.

The house couldn't actually be called small or big. A comfortable aroma of cooked rice hung around, with the faint sounds of the television emitting from one room. It wasn't posh, but simple, the only decoration Taehyung could see was an intricate vase placed on the windowsill.

Climbing the stairs slowly, Taehyung reached the landing. Two doors lead off into different rooms and he easily recognized which was which from the the small brass plaque hanging from one door, labelled;

Jungkook
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Knock before entering

So he did just that.

It was just before he knocked, that Taehyung realized he had no idea what he was going to say.

Panic engulfed him, but what could he do now?

“Mom.” A muffled voice sounded from inside the room. “I told you, I'm busy right now.”

Taehyung gulped, out loud this time. He realized how dry his throat was.

“And before you ask, it's nothing of concern, so just go away, please.”

Gaining a huge burst of courage from goodness knows where, Taehyung pushed open the door without any sort of warning.

He just had enough to time to glimpse the Iron Man figurines on the shelves, and the laptop in one corner, before his gaze travelled to the bed-

-where another set of eyes was staring back quite alarmingly.

It seemed as if Taehyung lost all knowledge of vocabulary at that instant. At the sight of the latter curled up in his blanket with a damp pillow, the corner of the irises still streaming tears, nose grown red and hair messed up, small hiccups escaping the confines of his mouth.

A million words raced through his head, a thousand sentences, but no amount of courage could have prepared him for this sight. It just....