returned ⇢ taekook [BOOK 2]

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2 YEARS LATER

| Jungkook: 3rd |
His office was silent, Jungkook's desk engulfed by unfinished documents and reports on his clients. It had just turned midnight, the majority of the workers had left over three hours ago, but Jungkook stayed behind to think. His home life was a mess, his current partner constantly dragging him away from his aspirations. He wanted to conquer the world with his voice, like he did once before, not to sit down with mentally ill patients for hours on end just to get nothing out of them. His dream was always to help people, but he never imagined in this way.

Jungkook had waddled off to become your average psychiatrist. He wasn't that high up in the industry yet, but he was educated enough to earn a decent amount of cash. He was trusted with patients, but only minor issues so far. America had changed the young boy, his attitude had matured and his need for other people had weakened. He had left his old life behind, especially those who befriended him and knew all of his secrets. Jungkook was no longer the maknae of the popular boyband that dominated the world, he was just a mediocre psychiatrist with a decreasing pay check.

Stretching with a loud yawn, Jungkook packed his bag up, finally, for the night and heading out of his office to the elevator in the hall. He pushed the glowing button as he waited for the compartment to move up to the top level, collecting someone else before him. The elevator dinged, the doors opening to reveal a red-haired male pressed deeply into the corner of the room. Jungkook straightened his tie and walked in, pressing the required button for the ground level as he ignored the almost invisible presence beside him.

After minutes of awkward silence, the metal room arrived at its given destination, freeing the brown-haired psychiatrist from the tense atmosphere. Clearing his throat, he exited without sparing a single glance at the mysterious male still stood in the same position. Jungkook let out a heavy breath, one he didn't know he was holding and called a taxi to take him home. He could've just asked his boyfriend, but he didn't want to start an argument at this time of night. So instead, the poor boy stood outside in the icy, winter's weather for half an hour as he waited to be embraced by the warmth of the car.

| Taehyung: 1st |
I felt freezing cold, my entire body attacked by goosebumps and violent shivers, yet my face was drowning in burning sweat. I huddled myself into the corner of the metal surrounded compartment, seeking warmth and shelter in this unknown building i had wandered into. I didn't know the time, nor the country I had come to, but the signs around me were all stated in a language I could not speak. I remember leaving Korea after news of Jungkook being in America and hoping on a plane instantly, but that was over two years ago now. I've been on multiple flights to all the wrong destinations, just praying that it was the right one, but I haven't had such luck. I don't even know if i'm in America right now, I'm all alone with no translator and only little money, but I'm hoping that this is the right one.

I'm hoping that my Kookie is here, waiting for me with open arms.

The members call me frequently, always discussing that I 'need help' and that I'm not 'right in the head anymore', but I know they just don't want me to find him. They don't want to hear from him, to see his face, to be reminded of all the awful things he put them through. But, that isn't to any of my concern anymore. If I want him, if I want to find him, then I will. He is mine, and I will have him back. No matter what it takes.

A tall man walked into the elevator after it had stopped, his figure built and broad. His hair was tousled messily and his tie was loose and pulled, but his back turned too quickly for me to catch a glimpse of his face. He seemed like a busy man and with an expensive suit like that, he must've been rich too. My entire body froze in his presence, the tension between us growing in the air. I didn't want to break the silence nor did I want to move from my spot, so I stood there in utter silence and allowed my thoughts to calm me.

His aura was enough to force the lump in my throat to grow bigger, stopping me from even attempting to open my mouth. The elevator dinged, the man walking out in a hurry, slinging his backpack over his shoulder whilst storming out. I should've stayed put and minded my own business, but that would've been pointless since I didn't know what I was looking for. So, gathering new found confidence, I followed the young man through the glass doors of the building and kept my footsteps quiet.

"Excuse me?" I spoke in a hushed tone, mostly due to the fear boiling up inside of me. I tapped the masked man's hard shoulder, his head immediately whipping around to face my direction. His face was covered by a black, plainly decorated face mask, his hair engulfed by a black beanie. The accessories didn't necessarily match his outfit, but I guess it was keeping him warm. His eyes sparkled in the street light, twinkling beautifully whilst reflecting the dim light. Though pretty, his eyes held shock and confusion.

"Are you getting a taxi?" I asked in my native tongue, the boy nodding his head speechlessly, understanding. "Mind if I join you?" I spoke, the man shaking his head whilst fixing his posture. "Uh- sure." His voice was deep, but not as deep as mine. So with that, we both stood, silently, as we waited for the taxi to arrive.

| Jungkook: 1st |
What the fuck was he doing here?