Find Your Love ✔️

Act 3: Scene 2

(a/n:⚠️💋💋💦🥵)

Taehyung grunts and sighs as he drops down in the push-up position, swiftly flexing his upper body and counting under his breathe as he went up and down over the mat.

"24...25......26..."

His phone vibrates against the wood beyond his mat, throwing him off of his count when it continued to buzz across the floor.

He sighs, drops down one more time, and pushes himself up to stand.

When he hops up, the setting sun through his large balcony window warms his bare upper body, every droplet of perspiration catching on the light.

"Hello?" Taehyung swipes the screen and presses the speaker.

"Tae! What's up, man? " Jungkook greets him brightly as he walked down the tiled path.

"Hey, Kook. What's going on?" Taehyung walks towards his kitchen, running the fingers of his free hand through his sweat-damp hair.

"Shit, nothing much. Out at the mall, bored. Wondering when the fuck you'll let me come back to work?" He glances up at the storefront monikers and turns to enter one.

"Kook you're still healing. Just because you've been out of the hospital for a couple of weeks doesn't mean you're ready. You know that." Taehyung opens his fridge and shivers at the cool air misting over his torso.

"That's the thing though. I AM ready. I've been working out, my incisions are healed, I'm good. It's like nothing happened." Jungkook shrugs then turn to nod politely to the store associate who greeted him.

Taehyung clinks around in the fridge in search of something.

"And the nightmares?" He pauses.

"Huh? Nightmares?" Jungkook snorts in denial.

"Yea Kook, the nightmares. Do you know the one where you're getting shot over and over? " Taehyung swipes a bottle of water.

"Fucking Park Jimin......" Jungkook curses.

"Right. So what about them?" Taehyung chuckles as he pushes the fridge closed with his elbow.

"I mean....."

"That's what I thought. Look I'm happy to put you back to work when you're ready. But mentally you still need to heal. And that's gonna take some time. You've taken some major hits but getting taking a bullet is different Jungkook. Your body may heal but the mental scars. The paranoia. The anxiety.." Taehyung sets the unopened bottle on his island countertop, his hand resting over the cap.

"I know I know. Jin Hyung has already given me the rundown on GSW recovery. I got it."

"Well if you've got it, then why are we having this conversation?" Taehyung asks.

Jungkook pauses to consider the question.
"Because man I'm just....look I can't sit around anymore. I need something to do. Even if its lite work for security or something at one of the clubs. I need something, man..."

Taehyung senses the vulnerability in his tone and he lets out a deep sigh as he sets the phone down on the counter. He leans over the cool marble, pinching the bridge of his nose as he considered Jungkooks plea.