Factitious [Jikook]

XLVII: In The Depth of Solitude

unedited...

"please pick up the phone jimin..."

Jungkook apprehension grew as days pass by, five days had passes and he still can't reach the younger's phone, he wanted to see him, to explain his side but the hectic schedule rending him to do it. He even tried to call at the younger's landline, but it keeps sending him into a voice mail. He gritted his nails, anxiety slowly crawl in his system, even he knows it's all taehyung scheme it doesn't change the fact that he lost his sanity and let lust and desire take over him that night.

As for taehyung he acted like he didn't do anything, there's no sign of remorse in him. He didn't even ask if the younger is okay or not, anger and hatred already ate his humanity. And all in his head is to finish what he started and nothing more.

Jungkook keep pacing back and forth, keeps dialing the younger's number. please baby pick up the damn phone! he groaned in frustration.

"yo! kook, do you have any plan? Like visiting jimin?"

The eldest of the member greeted and asked him, the bright expression on his face fell seeing the troubled expression of the maknae.

"why happened?"

"Jimin..."

Jungkook can't even complete a sentence, his eyes start to water as the perturbation eats him. Jin pulled the younger male into a tight hug, trying to console the trembling and crying maknae. At the same moment taehyung step out in his room disgusted at the scene that welcomed him, he rolled his eyes want to puke at the scene before him. He silently walked out at the scene doesn't want to see more. He's not a fan of drama after all.

"I feel bad for our maknae..."

Hoseok mumbled watching the scene, feel bad my ass, he deserves that... Taehyung tsked at the back of his restraining himself to roll his eyes in front of his hyung, he just hums and continue to stride inside the kitchen.

"they shouldn't pity him, a person like him deserve to suffer, to be punished for his wrongdoing —a devil like him should burn in hell!"

Taehyung spat in hatred clenching the carton of milk in his grip causing the content of it spill on the floor.