Taehyung POV:
"She said yes!" I said in a relieved sigh.
"Great! We should get ready then. By that I mean hit the gym for a bit, and the rest will come to us easily." Jungkook said with excitement in his voice, I could sense a cockiness in his voice, which wasn't surprising.
"You're right. I'll tell Jimin and we'll meet you at the gym in the morning." I said as I hung up,
My fingers tapped quickly against screen as I dialed Jimin and waited for him to pick up. It took a several rings until someone picked up.
"What?" A rough, husky voice answered from the end of the line.
"Are you dying?" I asked sarcastically as I let out a blunt scoff.
"Nah, I just woke up." He replied still grogy.
"Ok, I'm going to pick you up tomorow morning, we need to meet up with kookie at the gym tomorow." I said.
"What? why? and since when did you start going to the gym?" He asked curiously.
"Don't ask. It's just something we gotta do for a a few weeks before the trip." I said
"Ah,I see where you're going with this." I could sense him smirking from the other side, But I simply ignored his comment.
"Then you know what you gotta do."
"Alright, I'll see you later." he said as he hung up, Probably going back to bed.
I packed up my gym back and set it by the door for the next morning.
It was still quite early in the day.
I hopped back into the car and began to drive. I reached his house and used his spare key to open it and quietly slid inside.
"Yah Jiminie!" I shouted, My voice echoed through the house. Empty from the looks of it.
I walked through the long corridors and skimmed through the empty rooms. No one.
Clyde didn't bark when he saw me, he simply laid his head down Looking...tired. Usually, he barks wagging his tail and tries to jump on me and lick my face. But for some reason, the poor dog was locked in his kennel.
The backyard door was left open, As I walked into the yard, the strong stench of cigarettes and alcohol burned my nostril. I covered my nose with my sleeve and darted my eyes around. Until they landed on him. He was laying motionless on the hammock, the heavy smoke coming from his lips swirled in the air as it dispersed into nothing. There he lay, simply watching it.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I said as I walked over to him and pulled the cigarette from his fingers and estinguished the bud on the tree.
"You quit a long time ago. Why are you going back?"
"Because I HAVE NO CHOICE!" He shouted. His eyes were bloodshot and his voice ws grogy. His hair an ash blonde mess. Ash blonde? It was something else the last time I saw him.
"What do you mean?"
"Ever since she died...everything is just pointless to me...I can't deal." He said defeated. Tears swelled in his eyes, threatening to fall. If he was like this, I knew how much he hated this, how much he hated to cry. This was...Helplessness.
I sat down beside him.
He hid his face in his hands, And I heard the muffled sound of sobs escaping him, and tears dripping through his hands. I pulled his hands away from him and looked at him in the eye.
