V.A.N.T.E (Sequel To: Two Sided)

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•revised 10/25 2021•

Note: For this story, the years the characters are born will differ from reality to work better with the plot and time period this takes place.

The computer screen was mocking him.

He didn't care that it was an inanimate object, it was still annoying him. Mocking him.

How did he know?

He knew the screen was mocking him because his eyes skimmed over the words that had been continuously popping up for the past three hours, making him not only look like a fool but also look like some kind of idiot who didn't know what the hell he was typing.

This dread ate at him and he could fill sweat gather on his forehead as he read over the words again.

And again.

And again, biting down onto his plump bottom lip again.

How about this time....

Wrong password

"Why the fuck do I need a password, it's meant for editing music!" Jungkook groaned, hitting his head against the keyboard as people outside his window stared over at him passed the gates separating his house from the streets.

He pulled at his hair and muttered curses to himself as he sprung up, pushing the chair back, pointing at the computer. "You wanna play hard, huh? Oh trust me, you piece of software, I'm the hardest thing you'll ever meet in your damn life," he puffed out, shoving the chair away as he bent over, typing words into the small box again.

Wrong password

This was something that had been reoccurring for the past four days. BamBam's words from that night stuck in his head, day and night, and he needed to get to the bottom of it. Why was Namjoon able to watch such a secretive broadcast years ago? Where did he get the password from?

And did it have to do with why Taehyung was in America...?

"I mean, that was two years ago, and all idols had access to the site...he could possibly still have access if he remembered his password...." Jungkook gasped. "But...what about Taehyung...?"

Saying he was having a midlife crisis was a misunderstanding. No, it wasn't a crisis. He was just letting his nosy side reveal itself. After finding out that Namjoon had a way into such things paranoid him. He couldn't sleep without taking pills or medicine, he couldn't walk along the streets without cursing at anything that seemed sketchy or off putting.

He felt like he was going crazy.

At reading the bolded letters again, he yelled out in frustration, spinning around and walking out of Namjoon's studio.

Why did he need a password on his computer in the first place? Was he cheating? What other secrets did he have? Jungkook's anger dissipated as worry filled him and instead of biting his lip, he went on to bite his nails.

"He..he's not...emailing someone behind my back is he? Of course not!" Jungkook balled his fist as he walked into the living room. "No one emails people these days, it's all about texting and..." Jungkook stopped walking. "Well...it is Namjoon, though.."

The boy ruffled his own hair and tugged at the locks again. "He couldn't find anyone better than me even if he tried-" He frowned and seemed to shrink back into his imaginary shell.

Wow.

Jin's narcissism sure did rub off on Jungkook all those years ago.

He sighed and plopped down on the couch, letting his head hang back against the couch, eyes shut lightly. "Maybe I can hire a professional hacker.."