Control

Depressed

Jungkook had a harsh night, filled with crying and sobs, curled up on Taehyung's bed. Mostly awake with pure panic and sadness in his mind. Sometimes drifting off into a bit sleep. He was still in his clothes, only removed his shoes, nothing else, feeling sweaty and dirty.

Taehyung was gone.

Jungkook's swollen eyes burnt, as new tears flew down. He never felt heartbroken like this before. He felt like dying. Suddenly his phone buzzed, startling him a bit. Jungkook looked on it, seeing the number of his supervisor. He sighed, and took the call, replying with a dry throat, and weak voice.

"hello?" "Jungkook? It's Hansun. I don't know where you are, but I really need to talk to you. See, I found a huge amount of money gone for a credit – closed with your name....can you explain?" Jungkook sobbed again. Fuck. "I-I'm sorry Hansun, I can't..." "Your father is very angry...can you tell me where you are? ....Hello? Jungkook?"

Jungkook ended the call, not able to face that case too. He let himself fall back to the sheets, questioning his life decisions. He stayed in his bed until his bladder reminded him to go somewhere. Jungkook shambled into the bathroom, looked at the shower, while peeing, remembering how Taehyung took care of him, washed him. Another hot tear escaped his eye, making his way down his cheek, until Jungkook caught it with his backhand, wiping it from his jawline. He didn't know what to do. Couldn't go home like this. Didn't wanted to go home.

It didn't mattered. Nothing mattered without Taehyung. He decided to take a shower, choking on his sobs, as he took a familiar shower gel from the hold, foaming his body with the scent that reminded him so much of his lover. The warm water calmed him somewhat down, rinsing the good smelling shampoo out.

He stepped out of the shower, wrapping himself into a fluffy towel. Taehyung had always nice fluffy towels. He looked at his reflection, seeing how dark his bangs were under his eyes; how swollen his face from crying nonstop. "You look shit." He said to his reflection, chuckling bitterly.

There were always nice clothes in Taehyung's wardrobe. He sniffed as he took a shirt and some shorts out, smelling on them, closing his eyes. Taehyung's scent was everywhere. He loved it. So much.

Jungkook plopped down on the bed, checking his phone. There were several missed calls from his parents, some from Hobi, and from the supervisor. None from Taehyung.

He checked the text message from Hobi, where he asked him if he's alright, and he promised, that he has nothing to do with the newspaper article. Why should Hobi do that anyway? It wasn't his family's newspaper that published it. It was another one. He replied, texted him that he shouldn't worry, he's fine, but misses Taehyung.

Didn't wanted to tell him where he was. Didn't want to see anyone. Except him. Should he watch TV? Eat? He wasn't hungry somehow. As he looked to the left, he saw a box, more like a chest, in the shelf. Curious as he was, took it from there, opening it. There were a few pictures. In it, and on top of them a pack cigarillos, vanilla fragrance.

Jungkook took them, want to smoke them later on the balcony. He chuckled as he saw the polaroid pictures from their last intercourse. All a bit shaky, but still good, seeing the huge amount of pleasure in their faces. He sighed, admiring them for a second, then looking through some more pictures.

There was a picture of a woman, circus artist obviously. Probably Taehyung's mother. A beautiful woman, doing splits and other acrobatic stuff. As he looked through more pictures, he saw that one famous actor on one...Kim Seokjin...he furrowed as he found some more pics of him, even one or two with Taehyung on it or the circus lady. He turned the photo around "Dad." Stood there.

"Omg...." Jungkook's mouth fell open. He looked some other pics up, all signed with "dad" or "dad and me" Wow....Taehyung was the son of a famous actor....a secret son....that's why he said he can relate to Jungkook...with the father that didn't wanted to even know him....because of his reputation...