𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡

4

taehyung gathered his strength and inhaled, holding his stomach, as all of his walking just about drained everything inside of him. he was still getting the feeling back in his legs so it took him more force than necessary to walk, not to mention the burn he felt from the long walk.

he opened the office door and slowly walked out of the room, closing it after him.

he looked to the right of him, seeing a set of double doors, in which he predicted lead to outside, as he can see the sunlight's rays shining on the floor.

he could just run out and don't look back. maybe grab a gun and find more supplies, then just leave.

but, he knew it would not be that easy.

he turned to the left to see a long hallway, doors on either sides of the walls.

he took in the design of the house. the brown walls were holding together, matched with the vintage ceiling. there were no photographs, or if there were, they were taken down.

maybe this group couldn't stand to look at the family that previously resided here. the family that was most likely not alive.

the house looked plain, nothing really special or showing signs that someone was content here.

he walked a few steps down, seeing the first door to the left.

standing in front of the door, he looked down at the doorknob and questioned if he should just walk in or knock.

oh, who cares? it's not like jungkook would shoot him just because he didn't knock.

or would he?

he shook his head and twisted the knob. he peeked into the room, seeing the oh, so famous jeon jungkook lying on his bed, his arms crossed behind him as he stared at the ceiling.

"you wanted to see me?" taehyung closed the door, keeping his arms behind him as he kept them on the doorknob.

he decided to stay his distance, as he figured jungkook was the type to stare you down or smother you until you crack.

"lock the door." jungkook said, taehyung raising his eyebrows.

he didn't know what jungkook had in mind, but he definitely didn't want the door locked.

but, of course, he did so anyway.

"come here."

following jungkook's command, he walked to the side of the bed, next to a brown nightstand.

jungkook then sat up, moving to the edge of the bed and sitting down, taehyung backing up to give space.

taehyung felt awkward. with jungkook's hawking stare planted on him, he stared at the brown nightstand.

he just couldn't look him in the eyes for some reason.

"you called me in here to stare at me?" taehyung broke the silence and crossed his arms.

"just trying to see how you survived out there. how you managed to make it out of all people." jungkook leaned back on his hands.

taehyung snapped his head back to look at jungkook, "what's that supposed to mean?"

"exactly what i said."

"i'm skilled and i have a reason to live." taehyung didn't enjoy the way jungkook's gaze never left his eyes.

"oh yeah? what's the reason?"

"my business." taehyung accidentally sassed, forgetting that jungkook could literally kill him at this very second.