Nightmare || K.TH + K.SJ

⤗ Sketch ⬼

^That's how I see Hannah, except with darker and shorter hair. Also, thank you so much for almost 1k reads! Don't forget to vote and comment! ❤️
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"Where do you want to take her?" Jin asks, eyebrows furrowed as he stares down at the sticky-note with a number written on it.

"A police sketch artist," Taehyung answers, glasses high on his nose; a reminder that he needs to get new ones as the ones he has now are a bit too tight on his ears.

"You want us to take her to the police station? As if she doesn't have enough drama and trauma in her life," he rolls his eyes, wincing at the increase of his headache the action caused.

"No, smartass," Taehyung teases and lightly smiles at the glare he gets in return. "We're not taking her to a police station. I could organize a private session for her. The sketch artist is my friend, and would be willing to do me a favor. He owes me,"

"Of course he does," Seokjin mumbles, murmuring a 'nothing' when the other asks him to repeat what he said. "So, a private session? What would he be able to do?"

Taehyung clears his throat, turning in his office chair to face Jin. "Based on what Hannah says; what she describes Grandpa to look like, he'll be able to make a freehand drawing of what would be how she sees his face,"

"Which would help us lessen the choices of who he might be." he finished Taehyung's thought and smiles, relieved. "Okay. I like the idea."

"Good," the younger says, phone in hand, most probably contacting the artist they'd been talking about. As always, Taehyung works quick. "Because I was gonna do it anyway."

"Bitch," Seokjin grumbles, makes due with stacking paperwork that's piled atop Taehyung's desk. He squeals when he feels a tight smack on his backside, making him jump.

"Don't be mean," turning back, he faces Taehyung who has a pout on his face, eyebrows locking down; set in concentration. What he's concentrated on; Seokjin doesn't know and honestly doesn't even want to. "C'mere,"

"Why?" Jin asks warily, stepping back a little, back digging into the desk.

"I wanna cuddle. Everything's been serious and scary lately, I just want you close. Please?"

Oh, and, if you were wondering about Taehyung snapping at Seokjin; it's been settled. Later that day, Taehyung came back with the elder's favorite food and a bouquet of white roses, another favorite of Seokjin's. So, yes, he has indeed been forgiven.

"Okay," Jin whispers, walking to Taehyung and sitting himself down on his lap. His arms wrap around Taehyung's shoulders, face in the crook of his neck as his breath fans over the marks he's left; faded yellow.

"Don't worry," the younger says into his hair, voice tender and sweet, just above a whisper. "I'm right here. I won't let anything hurt you or Hannah, okay?"

"I know," Seokjin whispers, pulling back to place a sweet, longing kiss on Taehyung's lips. "Thank you."

"I love you a lot, you know?"

"Thanks," he says. Taehyung growls and another smack on his ass causes pain to surge through him. He hisses and attempts to get off but the firm grip keeps him in place.

"You're not gonna say it back?" the freshly dyed red-haired asks, a cute pout present on his face.

"It back- ow!" he whines. "I'm kidding. I love you too."

"Eww!" they hear behind them, and turn to see Hannah standing at the door with a face of disgust. "That is gross!"

Taehyung laughs. "What's gross? Saying 'I love you'?"