𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 [DISCONTINUED]

chapter sixty eight

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Jin: we need to talk

Taehyung stared at his phone, knitting his brows.

He just started to relax on Namjoon very fluffy and comfortable bed, like a royal king bed. He had a fluffy blanket and fluffy pillows like some type of fancy hotel. All that Taehyung was wearing is his boxers and his long black sleeve shirt that was long to his hands. It was more of a workout shirt than a normal one.

KTH: later

He turned off his phone and tossed it to the side, getting comfortable again on the bed. The bed smelled like Namjoon, it was great. He just sighed softly, caressing the pillow a bit with his thumb.

"Taehyung-ah."

He just hummed as a reply.

Namjoon just softly smiled and closed the door behind him. He walked up to the bed and just plopped down on the bed. Taehyung opened one of his eyes and just closed it. The older scoffed and poked his cheek, chuckling a bit.

"You haven't been on a comfortable bed, haven't you?" Namjoon tilted his head.

"Mmmhm. Comfo..."

"Comfortable?" He raised a brow. "Is that what you're trying to say?"

No reply this time.

Namjoon knitted his brows. He lift his hand back up again and poked the boy's face three times. Did he pass out? He couldn't help to chuckle at that, petting the side of the boy's head. He leaned in to kiss the boy's head softly.

"Sleep well, baby."

He got up off of the bed and grabbed his phone from in his pocket. He swiped over to the camera and aimed the camera at the sleeping boy. My baby is back in my arms. He thought to himself as he snapped a photo of him. He smiled softly and shut off his screen, putting it back down on the nightstand.

Namjoon walked up to his side and carefully put the blanket on top of him, caressing the boy's head. He walked away from the bed and got out of the room, carefully closing the door behind him and softly sighing.

"Joon."

Namjoon turned around, letting go of the doorknob. "I don't want to talk about it."

"It's not about that."

"Then what is it?" Namjoon crossed his arms.

Yoongi sadly sighed, putting his hands in his pockets. "Hoseok wants to be let go of."

Namjoon knitted his brows. "What?"

"It's time, Joon."

"No. No, he can't go yet." Namjoon walked up to him. "He's not going anywhere. He's staying here."

"Hoseok said he's ready."

"He isn't going anywhere."

Yoongi knitted his brows. "Joon. You can let go of Hoseok but not Taehyung? You have a choice but again, you don't because Hoseok made up his mind and he wants to be let go of."

That's the issue. Namjoon can't let go. He kept Hoseok in his own house for such a long time and just couldn't let go. He didn't know what to do, he just stared at his Hyung. Namjoon bit the inside of his cheek, sighing.

"Fine. I'll..I'll let go. Where is he?"

"Wonho and him are at the front. He's already and packed up." Yoongi turned around and walked towards the stairs.

Namjoon curled his brows and just walked with him, putting his hands in his pockets. They both walked downstairs, both seeing Wonho and Hoseok, waiting there patiently and Wonho having a soft hold on the male.

Namjoon curled his brows and walked up to the male's, placing his hands on Hoseok's shoulders. "Hey... Are you sure about this, Hobi?"

"I'm sure, Joon." He showed a small smile. "I shouldn't stay here. Seo—I mean..I..thought about it."

Namjoon rubbed the back of the boy's neck, putting his arms around the boy for the hug. Hoseok slowly moved his arms up, being slow because of the type of medication he's on. Namjoon hugged the male tight and closed his eyes tight, having his face in the crook of the male's neck.

Hoseok rubbed the taller's back. "It'll be okay. I'll be fine there."

"I know." The taller mumbled. "I-It's much more safer for you."

Hoseok looked up at him and rubbed Namjoon's shoulder. "Don't worry about me, hm? Focus on yourself."

"But—"

"Focus on yourself. I mean it. You're important too. I'll be fine and safe." Hoseok let go of the hug.

Namjoon sadly nodded.

"Before we could take him, we called the doctor and they said if he's stable enough to take his meds normally, they'll let him go." Yoongi commented, slightly mumbling. "Since he's not suicidal, it's not to worry much."

"Am..am I going with?" Namjoon couldn't help to question, brows curled.

"Wonho and I will take him." Yoongi said, placing a hand on Hoseok's shoulder. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah. That's okay. I uh, I don't think I can't deal with that place." Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck.

Yoongi nodded. "Are you ready to go, Hobi?"

Hoseok bit the inside of his cheek, softly nodding.

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