𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 [DISCONTINUED]

chapter fifty five

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Taehyung rubbed his buzzed cut head.

He head was hurting, his emotions are mixed up, he doesn't know who he is. He kept pacing back and forth in his room. He destroyed half of his room because of stress and Seokjin started to worry. The older didn't know what to do about it.

"Tae."

Taehyung slowly looked at his Hyung. His eyes were all watery and rolling down his face. He looked like a complete mess. The younger was in his under armor tank top and his boxers, not even dressed and ready for getting his target, his job that he's supposed to do.

"Remember my cousin? Jeongguk? The reason why you came here to begin with?" Seokjin curled his brows, putting his hands in his pocket.

"...Barely." He put his hands down to his sides, sighing sadly. "It's blur for me—it always has been."

The older bit his bottom lip. "Maybe..you can meet up with him?" He raised a brow.

"And why the hell would I do that?"

Seokjin just scoffs, taking his hands out of his pockets and crossing his arms. "Guess who works with that target of yours?"

The younger widen his eyes. "Are you serious? Your cousin is working with him?"

"Yeah. But the thing is, he doesn't know that we're mafias. We can't scare him like that." Seokjin uncrossed his arms.

"Tsk, pussy."

"Taehyung." Seokjin knitted his brows which made the boy pay attention. "Jeongguk can't speak because of what happened to him here. Your father tortured him. I had to learn sign language on my own to understand him."

"Then what's the point of talking to him?"

If Boss Kim finds out, he'll kill me. Literally. Seokjin gulped hard, then sighed. "He works with your target. You could get informat—"

"Why can't I just walk up to him?" Taehyung crossed his arms.

"If you do, you won't be able to speak and you'll piss yourself off because you'll be a stuttering mess. Plus, you'll both be emotional. It's better to go to your best friend than your own target."

Taehyung just sighs. "I..are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Your father will kill me if he finds out that we're doing this. It's certainly not a good idea, dumbass."

"How are you doing? Your boss doing alright?" Seokjin smiled softly, sitting down on the chair.

"(He's still having a difficult time. His Umma showed up out of nowhere)." Jeongguk signed, having a tiny smile. "(I'm doing well)."

"What about your boyfriend~?" Seokjin raised his brows, having a smirk. "Hm?"

Jeongguk slapped his shoulder, having a blush across his face. "(Shut up)."

Seokjin just laughed. "I'm messing with you."

"(How's your business going)?"

It sucks that I'm lying to the closest person I have. "It's uh..it's going well." He softly smiled. His smile was always fake only to cover his true self.

"(Hyung. I've been thinking about something)."

"What is it?"

"(It's been four years..right)?"

"It has." Seokjin mumbled, biting the inside of his cheek.

"(Have you ever..seen Taehyung? Out and about maybe)?"

Fuck. Seokjin bit the inside of his cheek again, almost making it bleed. "Um..."

"(It has been tough for me and my boss. Mostly my boss. He saw someone that freaked out and ran. He ended up in a hospital which he doesn't like hospitals)." He signed.

The older suddenly got up from the chair which made Jeongguk curl his brows. Seokjin just rubbed the back of his neck, turning around and walking towards an alley way. The younger quickly got up, grabbing their drinks and walking towards him.

Jeongguk tried to make his clicking sound but he was holding their drinks, so he stomped on the ground like a bunny rabbit that's annoyed or mad. Seokjin slicked his hair back and turned around to face him.

"Jeongguk-ah," He walked up to the boy, grabbing the drinks to put them down on the random boxes and placing his hands on the boy's shoulders. "you cannot tell anyone about this, not even your boyfriend or your boss."

"(What's going on)?" Jeongguk curled his brows.

Seokjin gulped hard and turned the boy around.

There he is.

No smile across his face, a mask under his chin, a wicked scar across their eyebrow, shaved head, the beautiful, magnificent, Taehyung. If Jeongguk had the drinks in his hand, he would've dropped them by now. His eyes were wide from seeing his childhood best friend.

He just stared at the male, wanting to say something but he knew that Taehyung wouldn't understand. Jeongguk just threw himself on him, putting his arms around the boy. Taehyung fluttered his eyes, lifting his hands up and almost pushed him off.

He slowly put his arms around him like should accept the hug. Jeongguk lift his face up from his Hyung's shoulder and looked at him, lifting a hand up to the side where the scar is, caressing it. The boy's in tears, seeing the face he hasn't seen since. The youngest gulped hard, wanting to say something with his voice but..he couldn't.

"Jeongguk. What would you like to say?" Seokjin decided to speak up, softly smiling.

Jeongguk turned around, quickly moving his hands and arms to the oldest.

"Jeongguk said that he missed you so much and is wondering where you have been all of these years. Namjoon hasn't been doing well since you left and disappeared—wait, what's wrong with Namjoon?" He knitted his brows, translating for the boy.

Jeongguk just stopped moving his hands.

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(can anyone guess what namjoon's pain is?)