froyo - tk.

twenty seven.

"yay!" jimin squealed. "i hope taehyung is here so i can watch him humiliate jungkook!"

the ravenette scoffed. "suck my dick."

"that's funny, because taehyung told me your cum tasted like pure garbage—"

"can you guys just shut the fuck up?!" yoongi yelled. his holler reverberated through their ears like a clap of anger, such as his rage. "if i knew you guys would fight this much then i would've just made you guys walk!"

jimin subconsciously licked his lips. the butterflies in his stomach became more active at the sound of yoongi getting aggressive.

"sorry, hyung," he spoke. "i'll do anything for you to forgive me."

jungkook rolled his eyes at the elder blatantly flirting with yoongi during a moment like this. he opened the door and stepped out the car.

"we need to go now."

the two others trailed behind the ravenette as they entered the detention center. a striking scream echoed throughout the facility, causing them to flinch in shock.

"...i think someone just dropped the soap," yoongi commented.

a woman who appeared to be in her mid-twenties walked up to the counter. she called for a set of bodyguards to search them for possible weapons or threats toward the facility.

jimin dramatically tensed at the feeling of getting patted down, particularly on his lower body. "get off me, you perv!"

"they're all clear," one of the guards confirmed. they grabbed ahold of their large belts consisting of multiple weapons and departed from the scene.

the young woman behind the counter returned her attention back to the three men. "how may i be to your service?"

jungkook exchanged swift looks with yoongi and jimin, implying that he would be the one to speak up.

"are calling hours available right now?"

"yes, who are you here for?"

"taehyung's dad," he replied.

jimin smacked his own forehead in frustration. he invasively stepped on jungkook's toes before bringing his mouth to his ears.

"you dumbass! how is she supposed to know who taehyung is?"

"well, you never told me his dad's name—"

"excuse me," the lady intervened. the solid expression on her face was an interpretation of debased analysis and suspicion. it seemed like she required no empathy. "i said, who are you here for?"

jimin softly shoved the younger out his way. "we're here for kim donghyun. i'm sorry."

she hummed before inserting all their names in the computer system. she provided them with laminated name tags and the security guard near by them to the telephone section.

yoongi caught onto the sudden scent of marijuana in a flash. "i miss those days."

jungkook ignored the elder's statement, allowing intrusive thoughts leak through him. he felt soft panics growing or lessening depending on what he did next.

he found himself gnawing on the inside of his cheek. out of all ways, he never expected this to be the way he met taehyung's father.

"your inmate will be here soon," the guard blankly announced to them.

"i'm so excited to finally meet him!" jimin quietly exclaimed. him and yoongi took a seat in the waiting room as jungkook entered the booth in preparation to meet taehyung's father.

he started all of this in the first place, so he might as well have done the honors.

it was after a few minutes that a grey-haired male sat in front of jungkook, with the exception of a glass wall separating them.

the male had the standard issue white face with ubiquitous shoulders and a square chin. he had no sense of emotion and no visible weakness.

he looked just like taehyung.

"who are you?" he mumbled with dread.

"i'm jungkook," the ravenette gulped. "i'm here to ask you a few questions about your son."

taehyung's father silently hissed. he tightened his grip on the telephone, causing his knuckles to go white. he brought his head down.

"you said you're jungkook?"

"yes, sir."

something began weighing down the grey-haired male and his muscles were struggling to compensate for his lack of balance. he dropped the telephone in result.

"i need you to leave."

jungkook tapped on the window. "i'm sorry, you dropped the phone. i can't hear you—"

taehyung's father slammed his trembling hand on the wall. there was a wrinkle in his nose due to his upcoming rage attack. his muscles were tightened as his jaw clenched.

"fucking leave! i need you to leave!"

the guards behind the elder immediately held him in their custody and forced him up from the seat. they put him in handcuffs as a form of mobilizing him.

"i'm gonna fucking kill you! dear god, i'm gonna fucking—"

jungkook backed up from his position with his hands raised. the shock that registered inside his brain couldn't be put into formal words.

jimin disturbingly witnessed the outburst take place, causing him to chase after taehyung's father and the security guards. he still needed many answers.

"mr. donghyun, please!" he cried out as he tried his best to catch up to them.

jungkook stumbled back, mouth wide. yoongi grabbed him by the arm and led him back to the waiting room. "we need to go. now."

"i-i don't know what i expected," jungkook responded. "but we have to wait for jimin."

his fingers coiled into fists. waves of sorrow rolled off as the blood ran into his cheeks. jungkook was absolutely speechless.

so much for a first impression.

yoongi caressed his shoulder. "it's alright, man. let's just wait for jimin."

the two impatiently awaited jimin's arrival, flumping in complete silence. they had two completely different interpretations of what had just happened, but it still left the exact same amount of astonishment.

they suddenly sensed jimin's presence near them before rapidly raising their heads for answers.

"did you get to him?" jungkook emotionlessly inquired.

"oh, god." jimin heavily breathed out.

he couldn't pull himself to standing, soon falling to his knees on the hardwood floor. his tears came in multiple streams as he heard the echoes of the other two men begging for answers.

he bit his lip tightly in attempt to hide any sobbing sound that yearned to escape his mouth.

"jimin, what the hell is wrong?!" jungkook yelled.

the blonde's lower lip quivered as words slowly made their way out his mouth. "t-taehyung..."

"taehyung, what?!" jungkook slammed his fist against the concrete wall. a small stream of blood trailed down his arm.

ear-splitting sounds of agony came from jimin as though he were a broken record. his glossy eyes scanned for yoongi to comfort him, but the elder was just as frightened as the others.

"taehyung hung himself."