My Delinquent|tk

10| KIM FUCKING TAEHYUNG COME BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE PRICK!

Taehyung—

It's been a whole entire week since I've heard from Jungkook. He was like a magician's rabbit. One moment he was there, and the next, poof, he was gone. Sighing in frustration, I dug my fingers through my hair, and dropped my head onto my thick medical textbook, propped on the library table. What happened to him? Where did he go? Why do I miss him so much?

Holding in a groan, I packed my things into my bag, not finding any motivation to study, and headed out of the library. I'd asked his friends if they've seen him, I talked to people I've seen him hang around before, and even interrogated the barista at the Starbucks he goes to. Let's say the barista was ready to chuck the bottle of whipped cream, at me, after the fifteenth question.

Still, after all of that effort, I still had no clue where that damned Jeon Jungkook went. I walked out into the campus, breathing in the crispy Autumn air. It was getting colder, now, which made me worry even more about the younger boy. What if he had nowhere to go, and he's just out there, freezing cold, and shoplifting more 7-Elevens? Panic rose in my chest, as my imagination kept on conjuring up more terrible scenarios.

In the end, I concluded that I had to find the younger, no matter what. He could be dying in a ditch, somewhere, just waiting for someone to help him, and I'm just sitting here on my ass, worrying, instead of doing something! With the thought in mind, I nodded, firmly, to myself, and quickly strode back to my dorm, to drop off my books, and grab my car keys. Jungkook could be anywhere, and I wasn't just going to aimlessly walk around and call his name, like he was a runaway puppy.

When I let myself into my room, Jimin was seated at his desk, phone in hand, and his knees drawn up to his chest, as he giggled at whatever was on his screen. A small smile lifted my lips, as I let my bag slip off my shoulder, and onto the ground, next to my bed, with a soft thud. The elder's eyes flickered up at me, disinterested, before returning back to the device in his hands. I snorted, "wow, chimmy. I'm fine thank you for asking. I'll be leaving for the day, if you were wondering. I might be back pretty late, or come home tomorrow morning. Depends. Okay, bye." I shrugged off my thin sweater, and pulled on a thicker jacket, before swiping my car keys from on top of my desk.

I had one shoe, properly, on my foot, before—

"Hold on a, fucking, minute! Where do you think you're going?" Jimin demanded, poking his head into the corridor, that led to the door. I rolled my eyes, playfully, "and here I thought you didn't have enough time for me." The elder snorted, "shut up. Of course I have time for you! I'm your best friend, and your best friend isn't going to let you go off to who-knows-where, without a proper explanation."

Sighing, I tied the laces of my second shoe, and stood up, while straightening my jacket. "It's been a whole entire week, and I haven't seen Jungkook anywhere. We still have to finish our project, and he would never just up and go, without warning me, at least. I'm worried that he might've gotten himself into trouble, or maybe he's dying somewhere—I don't know! But, what I do know is that I need to go find him." I concluded my memo with a mock, two-fingered, salute towards a gaping-mouth Jimin, before slipping out the door, with an airy, "see ya later, Chimmy!"

I was about three yards (a/n: sorry, I'm American :/) away from my dorm room when a loud, "KIM FUCKING TAEHYUNG COME BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE PRICK!" came from behind the door, urging me to take the stairs to the garage.

"Shit!" I huffed, out of breath, once I reached my car, and let myself in. I didn't even let the engine warm up, as I pressed down on the gas, and drove out of the gray, gloomy garage; energized with the intent of not getting killed by a certain blonde haired boy. I had a few vague ideas to where Jungkook might be, and if I still couldn't find him, then I'd just have to search the whole city. Screw everything else; Jungkook was way more important than any ten-paged essay, due next Tuesday! I could find time to finish whatever assignments I had to do, but Jungkook was not something I could wait on.

"I'll find you," I muttered, clenching the steering wheel, of my car. "No matter what."

I just hoped that my determination, alone, was enough.

—

It was around twelve in the morning when I decided to stay at a motel, at the edge of the city. It was a quiet town, with few city noises, and a sketchy neighborhood. Good thing I insisted to my parents to let me use a car that people wouldn't look twice at. Quickly, I slipped out of the vehicle, and sped inside the motel, to get myself a room for the night.

There was a girl behind the front desk, wearing a DIYed crop top, with a tacky pin, that printed her name, in bold letters, which I didn't even bother to read. Her hair was tied up in a messily, braided, bun, and her makeup was drastic and harsh to look at. Her heavy, black, boots, were propped up on the desk, and she only swept them off, once she laid her thickly lined eyes on me. The girl rose up from her chair, and pressed her palms against the scratched wood before her.

"What can I do for you, pretty boy?" She asked, bending down a little, so that the collar of her shirt slipped slightly. I barely gave a glance at her, when I spotted a familiar muscled back, walking out of the men's restroom, to my right. "Give me a moment, please," I murmured, quickly, dashing off to the person, heading out of the motel. It was him! I know it was! I would recognize him anywhere!

I caught up to the slightly bigger male, and grabbed his shoulder. "Jungkook?" I gasped, when I saw his face. The younger looked absolutely terrible. His skin was pale, and he had large bags under his eyes, and bruise just above his left eyebrow. His hair was disheveled, and now that I had a closer look, I could tell his clothes were roughed up and dirty too.

My hands drifted up towards the younger's face, caressing his cheek, with the pad of my thumb. "Oh, Jungkook, what happened to you?" I sighed, furrowing my eyebrows.

Jungkook stared into my eyes, with his vacant ones, as if he was wondering if I was really there or not. "Hyung," he finally, croaked out. I nodded, vigorously, "mhmm?"

"I can't pay for my tuition. They're kicking me out in three days."

—

A cliffhanger :p

-Author-nim