Sehnsucht •KookV•

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Happy 7th Anniversary, ARMY! I love and purple you!💜💜💜 I have a message for you on my message board so please read it.

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"Die Liebe wächst mit der Entfernung"
-Absence makes the heart grow fonder-

Taehyung stepped into the empty house, blood dripping on the tiled floor. He took off his shoes, keeping them aside as he hissed. He walked in, swiftly making his way to the bathroom. Droplets of blood splattered on the ground as he quickly shed his out clothes, leaving behind his jeans and blood-soaked white shirt. 

He peeled the shirt off, the cold hair hitting his bareback and the large gash on it. The wound was open and bleeding, a thin trail of blood oozing out and falling on the floor. He quickly stripped himself, stepping in the shower and turning it on.

The warm water hit his back as he turned around. He hissed at the sensation, quickly cleaning himself up and scrubbing away the blood. The steam rose up to the glass, droplets resting on his toned body. His lean muscles flexed with the movements as he tried to clean the wound. He put on an ointment, wrapping a bandage around it as he walked to his closet.

He had a towel wrapped around his hips, beads of warm water rolling down his toned chest. There was a sheen of mist over him, making him glow in the dim light of the dark bedroom. His brown hair was dripping wet, water falling down to his sculpted collarbone as he picked up an outfit.

He put it on, drying his hair as his gaze fell on his buzzing phone. He picked it up, sliding his thumb across the screen and picking up the call. "Hello?" He spoke, running a hand through his hair.

"Taehyung, you need to come to the hospital. Quick." Yoongi spoke from the other side, a lot of noises in the background. Taehyung gulped, saying a quick 'okay', he rushed to the door, picking up his wallet and keys and putting on his shoes. He quickly wiped off the blood from the tiles, throwing away the paper towel as he turned the lights off. He walked out, locking the door and sprinting to his Mirror black Kawasaki Ninja H2.

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Jungkook lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling as he sighed. He may be an idiot but he was not oblivious. From the past two months, Taehyung had stopped meeting their group in the cafeteria, saying he had exams approaching. But the exams had ended last week and there was still no sign of the younger. He rarely saw the freshman.

Even if they accidentally met in the halls, Taehyung would just excuse himself and walk away, leaving Jungkook gripping at his hair. He wasn't sure what he had said to have the younger ignore him. But he wasn't going to just sit back and watch. 

He was smitten over the boy. His smile, his laugh, his mismatched eyes, his scent, his skin, his touch. His everything. Jungkook didn't know how he had harboured these feelings for Taehyung. He just knew he needed the male with him, by his side. He wanted to see him smile, hear his laugh. Jungkook ran a hand through his hair. 

He really needed to find out what he had done to deserve the cold shoulder. He missed spending his evenings with Taehyung, talking about everything and nothing. He missed staring into the younger's eyes. He missed the younger's warmth and how relaxed he felt around him.

He sat up, thinking over all the possible reasons for the younger to avoid him. He forced himself to think of everything he had done, getting distracted by the deep brown eyes that he was so enchanted by. His mind warped as he realized he had seen that gaze somewhere else too. His eyes widened as his lips parted in shock.