Picture perfect. (BTS)

{2} Picture perfect craving.

"Ya pabo!" Taehyung spat at Jimin as soon as his hyung had closed the door to jungkook's room. "Why did you say that?"

"W-What do you mean?" The confusion was clear to read off of Jimin's face.

"You should've lied!"

Jimin quirked his eyebrow up at his dongsaeng. 'Did Taehyung actually say that?'

"I just mean..." Taehyung started again. "You made Kookie sad. H-he doesn't deserve that."

"Is this only about Jungkook's feelings?" Jimin asked suspiciously. He knew Taehyung too well, he was hiding something from him and Jimin already had a hunch about what it could be. "I noticed one of the pages was ripped out, neatly done Tae." Taehyung's face froze, someone had found out his well kept secret. "I guess jungkook never saw it, but I did."

"D-don't tell him." The youngest quickly exclaimed.

"Why?"

"Because..." Taehyung didn't know what to say anymore. Anxiety arose inside his chest, squeezing the air out of his lungs.

"They're not yours." Jimin bit at him.

A sudden rage welled up inside Taehyung, taking over the place his anxiety had before. "But they're also not jungkook's, he took them without consent. They're hers!"

"So you both shouldn't have her photos." Jimin concluded.

"I need them..." Taehyung mumbled. "Whenever I feel sad I come to jungkook's room to look at her pictures. I-it feels like she shares my pain then and it's always very soothing. Please don't let him take that away from me." The tears stood in Taehyung's eyes but he held them back. "Please don't let him burn the pictures."

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The whole plane flight to America and the free time to rest in their hotel rooms took about one and a half day. As the clock striked 7 in the afternoon, Jungkook's time started running out. The 21 year old boy only had five hours left to find her. He had already let go of the hope of ever meeting her and slumped down on his bed. At midnight he would sneak out and burn the pictures, he promised himself. But the very thought of doing so made him sick to the core.

After another half hour everyone started unpacking except for Jungkook and Yoongi. The youngest just laid still on his back, looking at the ceiling and huffing sadly from time to time. Yoongi on the other hand had already unpacked all his stuff the moment they had arrived at the hotel. The whole night before Bangtan went to America, Yoongi had worked on a project for a new mixtape. When he boarded the plane the next morning he immediately fell asleep and slept through the whole flight, which was impressive seeing it took 17 hours to get from Seoul to New York. big black headphones on and with a note block to fill with his thoughts in front of him he started working again in his hotel room as soon as he had unpacked everything. Jin has once come in to check up on his dongsaeng and give him a sliced apple with some tea. Yoongi had asked what the rest of the boys were doing, to which jin said that they had all hit the hay. It was only when everyone started to get out of their beds a few hours later and went to unpack their stuff, that yoongi's stomach growled. All the sounds the other members were making had taken him out of his bubble and now... he was hungry.

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"Aish." Yoongi sighed. He had tried to find a place where they had Korean food but they were all on the outsides of the city. Without knowing it, he had gotten lost and his phone, conveniently inconvenient, was just out of battery.

Yoongi looked around, scanning the crowd for a taxi or someone who looked like they might help him. Unfortunately there weren't any cabs and everyone seemed rather busy, running about on the street and talking hurriedly on their phones. As the crowd opened for a few seconds to let a car through his eyes fell on a girl. She was sitting on a bench alone, looking at all the people passing by. Her back was turned to him so he couldn't see her properly but from what he saw, she didn't look hurried in the slightest.