Pastel Palette ㅡ Taekook

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When Seokjin wakes up from his sleep, he immediately fumbles with his device to check the time on his phone. It's already 1 in the morning, and he curses himself for sleeping in. He's received a bunch of messages from his husband and replies with an apology saying that he'll just stay over for the night. The moment he locks his phone and turns his body to the other side to check on Yoongi, his eyes widen in horror when he sees no sight of the latter. He stands up in a hurry, his bare feet making heavy noises as he pads his way towards the living room, expecting for Yoongi to be there, but there was no trace of him in every corner of the house.

Seokjin takes his phone out and dials Namjoon, hoping that his husband is still awake and would pick up his calls. After five minutes of his calls directing to voicemail, Namjoon finally answers the call, voice groggy from his sleep.

"Jin hyung?"

"Joon, Yoongi's missing!"

"What the fuck? I thought he was with you?!"

"He was! But we fell asleep and the moment I woke up, he's gone! He's not in the living room, nor the bathroom. He's nowhere inside this goddamn house, Joonie! I'm scared," Seokjin whispers, a sob threatening to come out his mouth. His husband notices the way Jin's voice waver in fear.

"I'm coming over. I'm not turning the phone off just in case you've got something to say to me. Go and sit down and wait for me, okay? I'll be right there as quick as I can, baby," Namjoon assures him, and Seokjin does what his husband tells him. He thinks hard, and when an answer pops into his mind, he's never been as terrified as before.

"Joonie... I think Yoongi went over to Taehyung's."

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"Chim, come on, stop crying! It's been hours and I'm running out of tissues!" Jeongguk complains jokingly. Jimin sniffles one more time before throwing the used tissue towards the younger's direction. Luckily, Jeongguk was able to dodge it, giving Jimin a triumphant look before picking it up and putting it inside the trash.

"Shut up, you brat. Your best friend is crying but here you are, more concerned about your goddamn supply of tissue paper."

"Nah, I was just making you laugh."

"Well, then, you suck at it," Jimin says and Jeongguk feigns about being offended. After their bickering, Jeongguk scoots closer towards his best friend, arms wide open to welcome Jimin inside his embrace. Jimin couldn't help but tear up a bit more.

"I fucking hate him," he mumbles against Jeongguk's neck.

"What did you hear exactly?"

"That he doesn't really love me. That he's just using me to help himself move on from someone. God, I feel so fucking helpless, Guk. I feel so used, so pathetic."

"Don't say that. We all know who's the pathetic one here. However, hyung, no matter how much you hate Yoongi right now, you still have to face him and confront him about this one. Break everything off with him. Dump him and tell him to go fuck himself." Jeongguk earns a slap on his chest, but it was worth seeing his best friend smile even just for a second.

"Come on, let's get you to bed."

"No! Why don't you tell me about how Taehyung and you got together? You two are boyfriends now, right?" Jimin says with a teasing tone. Jeongguk flusters at the sudden question and nudges Jimin playfully on the shoulder to hide his embarrassment.