*warning for the innocent ones that are here. this is the real deal. escape at your own risk*
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『—𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄—』 ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧
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KIM TAEHYUNG couldn't sleep, his thoughts swarmed with ideas and the recent memories, freshly drawn and etched in his mind while he stared at the photos that he took with his phone in hand, the other nursing a stick of burning cigarette, wispy tendrils of smoke circling in the cool air of the late night of August as he loitered by the balcony.
He sat on one of the bean bags that were fixated in the corner, a side table where an ashtray awaits for his next drag. He swiped through the screen with a lingering smile, breathing a lungful of smoke before he comes across Jungkook's stolen picture.
The younger was crouching, beaming brightly at the children that surrounded him whilst talking animatedly. Looking at the picture caused Taehyung to let out a random laugh, not when it felt as if he went back to the times that he was with Jungkook in Busan— seeing another side of him, his true self.
But then his trance was cut off when the picture was replaced by a blank screen, his phone vibrating in his hold to see an unknown number ringing for a call. He was hesitant to answer at first, but he did after a few minutes anyways, "Who's this?"
A noticeable movement was heard in the background before a familiar soft voice spoke, "Taehyung? its Jimin. I need your help."
Hearing the name leers him back to his memory lane, the image of the man with silver hair drifting in his mind for a second, confusion evading his features as he throws his cigarette aside, "Jimin? How did you get my number?"
"Hoseok gave it to me, but that doesn't matter right now. I feel as if Jungkook's getting into trouble."
The mention of the chestnut haired man's name sent him troubled and alarmed as he stood up from where he sat and scurries towards the living room, gripping on his phone when he asked, then listened with intent, "What? Why would he get in trouble?"
Jimin sighed on the other line, "He came here to have a drink with us and he was kind of drunk. He left without telling us where he's headed."
Taehyung went on the shoe rack and slipped on a pair of navy colored espadrilles, tugging them on whilst gripping on his phone to hear Jimin ramble on with concern, "He doesn't know what he's doing when he's influenced with alcohol, Taehyung-ah. He can't even drive well with such state, or even remember what he's done right after. Can you help us find him? Or contact him? He's not answering my calls— Taehyung, you still there?"
