The Lie You Keep

Searching For Taehyung

Somewhere far from Min Yoongi's work building, past the busy streets and chattering people, deeply hidden from prying eyes, small and mysterious as it is, stands a shop that sells flowers.

This shop had faded mint green paint, moss growing on the sides, vines covering the front half since there was no maintenance.

Once inside, there were wilted flowers and scattered fertilizer covering the ground.

The windows were dusty, cobwebs littering the corners of ceilings.

It was unkempt and abandoned, no sign of life whatsoever.

Though in the far corner where the cash register is located, there hangs a painting of flowers, its background dark.

If removed, a metal square leading to a secret entrance will be met by anyone.

It requires a passcode that only specific people of a specific agency know, and that ends the introduction to the start of a secret.
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Waking up with a big yawn, a man in his early twenties rises, groggy and disoriented, still not feeling ready for the day.

It's been almost two weeks since he last talked to Taehyung, and just the memory is enough for his face to pull down into a frown.

For some reason, it's weird not seeing him.

Jimin appreciates the effort of him always coming to pick him up from work but he never meant to drive him away.

What should he do now? Let him be? He has to say sorry at least.

Mind made up, he decides to look for his workplace and apologize then leave. Simple as that.

Though it proved difficult to leave the house since a persistent boy wanted to come with him.

"No man, you're not coming."

"But hyung I wanna. It's boring in the house-"

"I don't care. I just need to leave."

"Why can't I tag along? You hate me is that it?"

Jimin's jaw drops open at the accusation.

"WHAT!" he shrieks, the action enough to make Jungkook pout more.

"So you do hate me," he mumbles defeatedly.

To ease his pain Jimin goes over to cup Jungkook's cheeks, making the boy meet eyes with his older neighbor and friend.

Jimin's gaze was strong and purposeful, steady and hard.

"Kid," he says. "Don't ever think I hate you. You're my friend, and my annoying neighbor. You're my junior, and I'm thankful to have you as my neighbor. Get that?"

An involuntary gulp makes Jungkook nod dumbly, still trying to process everything that his hyung said.

Jimin lets go with a soft smile, offering an affectionate pat on the head.

"I just need to fix something okay? I'll be back before late."

With a wave, he walks away.