Alone (Taekook) ✅

Four

Third Person POV

"Hey." Taehyung turned and half glared at the man sliding into the seat beside him.

Half glared because he couldn't manage a full glare.

He was too wasted.

The man looked him over pitifully, ordering a drink for himself. "Rough day?"

"Rough week."

"That's too bad."

"Nothing I'm not used to." Taehyung muttered.

"I'm Park Jimin."

"Taehyung."

"I just moved here from Busan. I just got transfered from my old job."

"Fun." Taehyung said rather unenthusiastically. Jimin sighed.

He glanced at his watch. "It's pretty late, don't you have to work tomorrow?"

"Yup." Taehyung responded, instantly taking a swig of the bottle of beer in his hand afterwards.

"Dude, you're going to feel horrible when you wake up tomorrow."

Taehyung merely shrugged.

Jimin bit his bottom lip. "Come on, that's enough for you." Jimin managed to wrestle the alcoholic beverage from the man's hand. "Let's get you home, okay?" Taehyung snorted but got up when Jimin forced him to.

The man stumbled and would've fallen if the older hadn't caught him.

Jimin managed to coax the address out of Taehyung and they found themselves in front of the shittiest apartment in town, in the sketchiest neighborhood.

Jimin shook his head and managed to find Taehyung's apartment, getting the man inside and laying him on his side on the bed.

Just in case Taehyung decided to throw up while unconscious.

Jimin then stood, glancing around the room.

He went to the dresser frustrated and opened a drawer, finding bottles upon bottles of pills.

Pain meds, antidepressants, muscle relaxants, everything that some kind of suicidal mad man would have to keep him sane.

Jimin frowned, closing the drawer and looked around the otherwise bare room.

He walked out and into the bathroom. He found several razors, which he instantly knew the purpose of.

Heading into the kitchen, the only thing he found was instant ramen and beer.

This man was living at rock bottom.

Jimin found some papers scattered around the kitchen table, or, what seemed to be used as the kitchen table but was really just a plastic folding table.

He picked one up and his eyes widened.

Bills.

They were hospital bills.

He went further and found more bills, this time law suit bills.

Jimin reached through all of them, his mind becoming more and more confused.

He reached for his phone and took a few pictures before setting the papers down and walking into what seemed to be the living room.

He made a call.

"Hello?"

"What the fuck did you do to the poor boy, Jeon?" Park immediately asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Did you send me to exact some kind of revenge, find out everything about him, or just to see how pitiful his life has gotten. Because I'll tell you this, I may ruin people's lives and kill people on the daily, but this is just cruel."

"What did you find?"

"Shit tons of meds. All of them saying to not consume alcohol while taking, yet Taehyung is currently shitfaced drunk and unconscious."

"What else?" Jungkook asked lowly.

"Razors. A lot of them."

"And?"

"Bills. Hundreds of thousands of dollars worth. Hospital bills, loan shark bills, lawsuit bills, rent, anything and everything really."

The other end was silent.

"What was the purpose in coming here? If it was to take something away from this guy, i don't think I can. I'm pretty sure he's already lost everything. He depressed, suicidal, and drowning in debt--"

"You don't need to tell me." Jungkook growled out. Jimin shut his mouth.

"So what do I do?"

"Watch him. I don't care how, stalk him, become his friend, but always have an eye on him. I don't want him alone for even a second."

"I don't understand--"

"I didn't ask if you understood. I fucking gave you an order, and you'll follow it, got it?"

"Yes, sir." Jimin said. He hung up and his phone buzzed almost instantly.

Send me the bills.

Jimin sent the pictures that he'd taken and then collapsed onto the couch.

It seemed as if Jungkook didn't want anything to happen to the man.

So Jimin now had to watch an obviously suicidal man with nothing to live for and really nothing to look forward to in life.

Great.