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Taehyung missed Jungkook's touch, placing his hand against the skin Jungkook's hand. previously gripped. He missed the night, the city lights, the warming moon, the alone time with the man with the softest skin and roughest hands.
Morning risen him from his thoughts, and so did his worried filled father.
Taehyung steps into the living room. The scent of Jungkook lingers in his skin by the loose clothing he wore, they belonged to Jungkook. His red hoodie fit loosely around him, the sleeves dragging down over his finger tips. Jungkook's skinny jeans were loose over Taehyung's legs.
He's met with a enormous hug, his father wrapping his tattooed arms around his son. A sweet hug, one someone would give when you've been missed. Taehyung sighed softly, looking at Namjoon's slightly disheveled morning figure.
Pulling away, Namjoon feels around Taehyung's arms to check for any injuries. "Are you okay? Oh my god, what happened? Did you hit your head? Do you have a headache? Should we go to the hospital to make sure? Taehyung, what were you doing by the cliff? How much did you drink? Did someone try to take advantage of you? Do i need to call the authorities? Do I need to confront them myself? I'm not a fighter guy but if anyone hurts my kids, they'll be in coffin by the time i'm done with them-"
"... Papa, papa," Taehyung says slowly, putting his hands on Namjoon's shoulders, "I'll answer your questions, but I need you to breathe first."
"Okay, okay," Namjoon sucks deeply into his lungs and exhales loudly, sighing in relief, "... God, I need coffee."
"I was taken care of," Taehyung says, "Jungkook took good care of me, I promise. He didn't hurt me in anyway, you can trust him.."
"Where was Hoseok?" Namjoon asks.
"Hoseok didn't know," Taehyung says, "Please don't be mad.."
"I don't like being mad and you know that," Namjoon says and squeezes Taehyung tightly in his arms, Taehyung groaning loudly. "But, I will have to be the bad guy if i need to. I'm not a good father but I'll at least try.."
"Don't start saying that again!" Taehyung whines, "You know that's wrong! You're an amazing dad. I'll punch you if you keep saying that!"
"You know why I have to be mad sometimes," Namjoon sighs, pulling away and patting Taehyung's back, "Now go and eat breakfast. I have to get changed and open up the shop soon."
"Yes papa," Taehyung nods, "... Where's Seokjin?"
"He's studying at the university library," Namjoon runs his fingers through his hair and make his way to the kitchen, "You should rest in your bedroom today. I'll keep the shop up alone."
"I'll help," Taehyung follows him, "I don't mind, I don't have a hangover."
"You worry me when you both drink sometimes," Namjoon says grabbing a coffee cup, pouring coffee into it from the coffee maker, "... I'll probably have to carry you two home drunk one day, I swear.."
"And that's why you're an awesome papa," Taehyung hums softly, grabbing a plate from the cabinets.
