Seoulmates - The Perfect Partner Trilogy - Book Two

Chapter One

Six members of BTS sat in the living room of their dorm in Gangnam. Each trying to think of a way to help Taehyung get past the incident with Soohyun. Her suicide had left him lifeless, reclusive, and hollow.

"I think Taehyung feels Soohyun was his fault," said Jimin quietly. Being Taehyung's closest friend, he had witnessed a distance come between he and Taehyung.

"It wasn't his fault. She was unstable to begin with," sighed Yoongi. The rapper rubbed his hands down his face, leaning back on the couch.

"Maybe when Jenna comes, he'll feel better, because then, in his mind, he can protect her better." Hoseok,  ever the sunshine of the group, tried to be optimistic.

"Guys, this isn't good. Remember when Taehyung was raked over the coals by netizens and other fans during our first music show wins for acting like he was arrogant when we all knew he wasn't? ARMY were broken-hearted over a sad Taehyung. It wasn't normal. That's the whole reason the company sent him to America for a few days this time. We all got a break because Taehyung was about to break." Jin, the eldest member, sighed and hung his head.

"It's not his fault Soohyun committed suicide. He did what he had to do. He can't help how she interpreted his actions." Jungkook, the group maknae, spoke quietly while staring at the floor, hands clasped together in his lap.

"I think we just need to let him know we care and make sure we are available when he needs to talk." Namjoon, in his true leadership style, looked around at his group mates with concern on his face. Taehyung was one of the main mood makers in the group. If he was down or off about something, the whole group felt it.

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Taehyung woke up and looked around his darkened room. Jimin and Hoseok must have finished the video game they had been playing.

It was evening now, and his stomach had begun to rumble a bit. He flung his legs over the side of the bed and sat up. Jet lag was the worst. Standing to his feet, he left the room and made his way to the kitchen.

"Jungkook-ah! Stop sneaking food!" An irritated Jin lightly smacked the maknae on the back.

"But hyung, I'm starving! How much longer?" Jungkook whined.

"You can't rush perfection. Sit down and be patient." Jin turned back to the stove.

Jungkook flopped down on a chair and folded his arms. When he raised his eyes, he saw Taehyung standing in the doorway.

"Hyung! You're up!" He gestured for Taehyung to join him at the table.

"Yeah. It was dark and quiet in my room, so I thought I would come see what you guys were doing."

"I hope you're hungry. Jin-hyung is making enough food to feed our entire fan base. And it's taking FOREVER." Jungkook glared at the elder's back.

"Stop complaining, maknae. You'll live." Jin never even turned around as he spoke.

"Sounds good, because I'm starving too. Airplane food sucks." Taehyung shifted into a more comfortable position in his chair.

Jungkook laughed and smiled at his friend. "Feeling better?"

"I'm okay, thanks for asking." Taehyung sighed. He had decided it was time to talk to someone. He was tired of replaying these images of Soohyun in his head every day and never talking about it. The company had sent him to America hoping his time with Jenna would help, and it did a little. But he hadn't actually discussed with anyone what had happened to cause this trauma. He gave his statement to the police, but after that, he never talked to anyone about it. After waking up from that nightmare about Soohyun's suicide, he realized not talking wasn't helping at all.