Toronto, Canada. 

  8:54, morning. 

  The black mustang drove past through the entrance of a very posh looking mansion. It was a uniquely designed five storey modern red brick Italianate architecture house with a large maintained garden where there were a dozen art pieces surrounding a graceful oval shaped rock fountain. The separate parking spaces were occupied by seven cars, the mustang went all the way to the last set of vacant lots. 

  "Please, I don't want any more trouble now." Jungkook spoke through the earpiece connected with his phone when he stepped out of the car. Listened to the other person for a couple of seconds and muttered, "Are you fucking crazy? He would be the last one we want to beg."

  The front door was opened by two guards. Without giving them a glance he slowed his steps and raised his arms to his sides. Although the metallic black butt of a loaded gun peeping out of his pocket, the guards checked him thoroughly from head to toe and signed him to go. 

  Only a few were allowed to carry weapons inside and Jungkook was one of them. 

  "Cut it Les, If you can't handle a Moroccan old man then leave your job." He got into the elevator and pressed the button three. 

  "Come in. " Hearing the boss's reply, he turned the knob on the door and entered the main dining hall of this house. 

  Everything was the same since the last five years he'd been coming here. The huge granite table was garnished with seasonal fruits and fresh flowers of vivid colours. Overtop the table hang a chandelier made up of metal fragments that mirrored the light of sneaky sun-rays from the glass windows. Hardwood floors gleamed under the feet, paintings hung straight. Low noise of the cutleries and the sweet aroma of freshly baked bread were the same as ever. 

  The only changes were the person sitting on the end of the table had some extra chunk around his cheeks and belly, the percentage of his grey hair increased and the girl sitting beside on his left had got a few inches taller than the first time Jungkook met her.  

  She ignored him, like always, every ounce of her attention focused on her phone screen, seldom looking at her plate. Only the handsome young blonde, her bodyguard, standing right behind her greeted him with a wide grin which he overlooked and bent respectfully towards his boss. 

  "Boss, I—" 

  "Take a seat." The old man, Kyunghoon's voice was calm and cold, like a command and his people were taught never to question it. "Marlo, ask him what he wants to have for breakfast."

  Jungkook took a breath before taking the nearmost seat. Words were storming inside, but he would wait. 

  Obedience to authority was the basic law here. 

  "Just bring me what you've made. Thank you." He said to Marlo, the butler, who went inside another room attached to dining. 

  "You didn't need to run here getting that phone call. I've told you to have your breakfast before anything else." Kyunghoon toned down his voice when a grey Persian cat, as big as a tiger cub, hopped on his lap and mewed at the familiar touch. 

  "You knew about it?" Said Jungkook, wasn't surprised tho. 

  "The phone call?" Kyunghoon fed the cat a small piece of bacon, "Yes. And about you skipping your breakfasts?" He rubbed a hand over its head, the soft fur wispy under his palm. "I just knew." A faint smile and his eyes were back to him, "I think I know you better than you know yourself." 

  Nobody could. 

  Jungkook sighed. "Ahmed has refused to sell us more tobacco. He's demanding double." 

  "He's not a big issue so you don't have to be worried about it. Just meet up with them, tell them what I want, that's that." Kyunghoon was enjoying the little sounds his pet was making while munching meat. Cats had always been his weakness and this was given by a very old friend of his. He named it after him. 

  "He said he has some connection with Al Zian, our rival group in Arab." Which was the only reason Jungkook was worried, "So I was thinking if you could…"  In the meantime, the butler served him a glass of milk, potatoes, honey-glazed cinnamon bread, bacon and hand crafted jelly.

  "He's faking it of course." Kyunghoon smirked, "We both know what he's capable of doing and what his weakness is." He let the cat wander to the other side of the room and paid his full attention to him, "Still I want you to be extra careful. No more hazards after this. Ok?"

  "Yes boss." He nodded, tried focusing on his plate but his attention drifted when the door opened and a guy in his casual tees and shorts walked in. 

  "This is the only time we get together, couldn't you come earlier?" Kyunghoon frowned at his son's messy hair and sleep-drenched eyes, "What's with you? Didn't you sleep last night?"

  "No." The reply. 

  "Can I ask you why?" Kyunghoon had every right to know about his son's misbehaviour. 

  "Developing some photographs, working on my next project (webtoon), playing video games… ."

  "Enough. Get your breakfast done at least."

  "Uhm." He dropped himself beside his father and let out an open mouth yawn which made the old man scowled. 

  This guy Yoongi, the only son of Kyunghoon,  was heartbreakingly handsome. Even in this plain dress and messily dishevelled platinum-blonde hair, he looked no less than an anime. He was a couple of inches shorter than Jungkook and a couple of years older, they met on a daily basis but never talked. 

  "I'm planning to go to North Africa this winter. Better you not send an army behind me like last time." He said to his father. 

  "They're your bodyguards." Kyunghoon corrected him. 

  "Bodyguards huh!" Yoongi tightened his fists around the spoon while playing with cereal in his milk. "Who tried to control me like a puppet!"

  "They were instructed to keep you safe." Said Kyunghoon with his usual arctic slow voice. "You're a very important person to this organization. Our future. After taking my place..." 

  "Sorry, it's never gonna happen." Yoongi could hear his father's gruff voice as he continued, "I will live my life my way."

  "You'll be living your life your way better after becoming the mafia boss. The position and power will give you immense majestic pride. You'll feel it, son." Kyunghoon drifted his gaze to Jungkook, "What do you say, Jkay?"

  For a moment, Jungkook remained silent, realizing speaking the truth wouldn't be the best idea right now. Maybe he didn't know Yoongi pretty well but he was well aware of his agitation—

  Being the son of a criminal boss was unfortunate— Yoongi realised it in his early years. His mother passed away when he was five. Father's remarriage to an actress wasn't favourable for him, he didn't get the motherly love he craved for. Not attending school like normal kids was upsetting enough— not going anywhere he desired was torturous. He wasn’t sick or unfriendly, still had to spend his days alone in his room with books and more books. However he made friends online, mostly from overseas, he used to converse with them by texting, or face calling as he grew older, but that was never enough. 

  "Shall I fix the appointment at six in the evening?" Said Jungkook to change the topic and his boss replied with a nod. 

  "Dad," Jennie, Kyunghoon's daughter finally lifted her face from her phone and very endearingly asked, "What are you gonna give me on my eighteenth birthday?" 

  "Anything you wish for my princess." Kyunghoon smiled at her. 

  Her lips curved matching his. "What if I wish for something beyond your control?" 

  "Is there anything that exists?"

  "Ahm," Hoseok, who was silent for a long while, cleared his throat and said, "Your grey hair?"

  The boss turned his head toward him, opened his mouth to say something but Jennie at the end moment dropped the bomb. 

  "Dad, I want to get married."

  Jungkook gazed up. She looked serious. Kyunghoon shifted in his high-back leather chair, rubbed his beard, his brows drawn together in a contemplative frown but said nothing. Yoongi didn't lift his face once from his food, the low chewing noise only echoing in the room. 

  Hoseok broke his silence with a low chuckle, "You're only eighteen."

  "Old enough to get a legal certificate." Determinedly, said Jennie. 

  "So you found a boy!" Kyunghoon doubted there was something more than just finding a boy. Getting married without a proper reason was nonexistent in this country. 

  "Yes."  Said she. 

  "How long has it been?" Asked her father. 

  "A year."

  "Is he handsome?" 

  "Yes—"

  "Is he sane?" Hoseok met with his boss's angry glare. Cleared his throat again,  "I mean, we must check that person's physical and mental stability…."

  "Hobi-ssi," Jennie tilted her head to her side and said, "Will you please keep quiet?"

  "I want to but like my boss has said, if you have concerns, voice them. If you have questions, ask."

  "It won't affect you if you'd be a little less concerned about me."  She tore her gaze from him, sulky chin and lips pouted. 

  "Jennie," Kyunghoon leaned back on his chair when his butler took away his leftovers, he studied her face and said, "I don't think you should marry someone because you found him handsome. Only if this person is Jkay, I'd not think twice, I know he's a bit older for you but," 

  Jungkook paused, for a moment. What the fuck was happening, that simply couldn't be. 

  "What! No." If Jennie didn't say it right then, he surely would. "He looks scary more than romantic." She didn't mind bad mouthing about someone on their face. And when the person working under her father. "Did you see his eyes? They're like dead person's, so cold and lifeless. I would never marry a grim reaper."

  Thank God!

  Jungkook continued eating. The cinnamon bread was delicious. 

  Kyunghoon studied his daughter's face, "If not Jkay, who else? If you want me to consider your marriage with a random guy you better give me a good reason."

  "He's not a random guy. And he is not from here. He's from South Korea, twenty four, well established.."

  "Twenty four!"  Hoseok almost shouted but lowered his tone into a whisper, lowering his face closer to her hair, "He's also older than you."

  "So?" She shrugged her shoulders, "I like older men." Suddenly aware of her father's presence, she nervously tucked her hair behind her ear, but it immediately tumbled back into her crimson face. "I- I mean I like the caring side of older men. They give a daddy vibe, you won't understand." 

  Hoseok pursed his lips in thought. "Why don't you get adopted then?" 

  "Hobi-ssi—"

  "Yes Jennie ssi,"

  "Why the hell are you so talkative?"  Jennie shoved her chin in between her palms, groaned, "You're the dumbest bodyguard I've ever had."

  "Thanks for being honest." Hoseok's comment and expression made Yoongi chuckle and Jungkook's lips twitched up. Not quite a smile—but close. 

  He was almost full, still there were so many things left on his plate. He believed— wasting food means wasting energy. As he'd gone through starvation at a certain point of his life, he valued food too highly. More than money. 

  "Hobi, stop babbling. We ain't done talking yet." Said Kyunghoon and looked at his daughter, "You said he's well established and from Korea. Do I know him?" 

  "You might know his name. Remember a couple of weeks ago I asked uncle Sun to change the location of a drama under his production house?" When her father nodded, she continued, "He's the main lead there. Kim Taehyung."

  Jungkook choked on his milk, still he had enough self-control not to cough it out on the table. 

  Kim Taehyung! 

  No way. 

  "I know him." It was impossible for Hoseok not to comment on certain things, "I saw his one movie," He pinched the bridge of his nose in concentration, "What was the title…Aghh!"

  "All for love?" Jennie suggested. 

  "No no, where he was a lawyer."

  "Ah. Inconvincible?" 

  "Bingo." Hoseok's bright sunny smile reached Jennie's lips when she for the second time turned her head to face him. 

  "You should watch 'All for love' too. It's a masterpiece. Actually I watched every single movie, every drama, and can recite every dialogue of his. I can tell the exact time and date he posted on Instagram. His pet dog, the clothing brand he likes the most… ."

  "Woah! You're obsessed." Hoseok had to say. 

  "Not only me," Her chest filled with pride when she talked about her longed person, "Millions of girls are crazy for him, dying to get his proposal. But he's going to marry me. Only me." She giggled, bouncing her knees like a fan-girl. 

  "Stop it." Maybe Jungkook had gone over his usual vocal range because all the eyes were focused on him now. He heaved a sigh and said, "I remember her saying that she loves her country and doesn't want to leave her family. That guy's in Korea, so—"

  "Who said he's in Korea?" Jennie spouted, "He's in my city for his upcoming drama's shooting." 

  "You mean he's here in Toronto?" Hoseok sounded far more amused than the rest. 

  "Yep." Said she, with an excited voice, "I sent my cars to Pearson airport yesterday, but he was with his production team so they went straight to the hotel they'd booked. I didn't mind though, and I didn't want to disturb him as he was jet lagged. But today," Her knees started bouncing again. "I'm going to meet him in the afternoon."

  Something inside Jungkook's ribs had stirred. Instinctively, he lifted his hand to his chest expecting to encounter a hundred wild heartbeats, and found more than that. 

  Taehyung was in his city, so close, berthing the same air as his and he wasn't aware of it! 

  Darn it. 

  He kept his mouth glued shut, though, as difficult as it was. No way he could describe his anxiety to anyone. Not to these people. Only the thought itself, meeting him after so many days, making his nerves shimmer with warmth. 

  "What if he rejects you?" Hoseok's words reflected Jungkook's thoughts.

  "Can anyone reject daddy's angel?" Jennie batted her lashes cutely at her father who laughed and said, 

  "No one."

  This encouraged her, "So dad, you're giving me Kim Taehyung on my birthday?"

  "Yes," Said the old man, smiling, "Because I’m a man of my word,  A man is nothing without his word."

  No fucking way Jungkook would let that happen. His friend would marry whoever he wished. 

  His true love. 

  He stepped into the lobby towards the elevator, thinking he should get all his work done before meeting him. He didn't want any disturbance while talking with him, no phone calls, no messages. Should he just switch it off? What would he take as an apology gift? How was HE going to react? —All the thoughts jammed Jungkook's mind. 

  Someone's footsteps echoed off the tile behind him, he paused on the threshold of the lobby, turned and faced Hoseok. 

  Hoseok slowed down, coming near he whispered, "I told you she's a female version of Norman Bates. Obsessed over a celebrity who isn't even aware of her existence. And who the fuck get married at eighteen?"

  Jungkook opened his mouth to say something but closed immediately. He wasn't going to gossip about the boss's girl behind her back. He pressed the down arrow of the elevator and waited for it to arrive. 

  "Senior," Hoseok tapped on his shoulder, "Is there something bothering you?" When Jungkook turned to him again, he said, "The crease on your forehead will become permanent if you don't let it go."

  Jungkook didn't realise he was frowning all the time. A long sigh and some thoughts later deliberately he said, "Hobi, you said you wanted to do some solid work instead of babysitting her?"

  Hoseok's eyes widened, "I still do want that."

  "Of course you do." Jungkook relaxed his muscles when the thought crossed his mind— at this moment they needed to do the exact opposite job they were doing. "It takes time in this job to do something reverent. Be patient." The other guy nodded in understanding and he continued, "Actually today I'm willing to give you a chance to prove yourself only if you agree to execute it perfectly."

  The blonde jerked his head in a nod. "Yes. Yes, I will."

  A shadow flashed through Jungkook's dark eyes. Somewhere in the back of his head he was still considering the idea, but looking at the blonde's hopeful bright eyes he knew it was too late to take his words back. "Meet Ahmed at the port and settle the deal. The appointment is at six pm. sharp and he's pretty problematic. You've to handle him very cautiously. I hope you could—"

  "It seems cool. Okay for me."

  "Good." 

  Hoseok took a moment to let his excitement sit, "Ummm but that time I don't think I'd be free. Didn't you hear what Jennie said? She's going to meet her husband today in the afternoon and I guess it will be long."

  "Don't worry about that, I'll go with her." Jungkook's blank face didn't show exhilaration, as if this deal were totally beneficial for the blonde and he was just helping him. 

  "Are you sure?"

  "Yeah." A faint smile, finally, "Let's swap our work for today."

  "Ohh dude," Hoseok almost jumped while clutching his hand with both of his hands, "I mean senior." He let it go and grinned, "I want to kiss you right now but I guess you won't approve." 

  Jungkook narrowed his eyes in a glare. 

  "Ok I'm going." The blonde blew an air kiss and almost ran to the other side of the hallway. 

  Within seconds the elevator dinged and the door opened. He stepped in. 

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  "And cut."

  The director, Namjoon shouted behind the camera, joined the clapping with the unit boys for the actors portraying the characters of two rivals who were having an argument over the heroine. 

  "It was a perfect shot." He told Taehyung and Jimin while coming near them. The afternoon the sun was blazing in his big round glasses, head was covered in a cowboy hat to prevent the sun-heat. The appearance according to Seokjin was the funniest avatar of his and he agreed to it. "Please take a rest before we arrange the next scene." 

  The actor duo thanked him and went under the big open tent where their temporary sitting arrangements were. 

  "Aish, this headache isn't leaving me." Taehyung groaned and threw his grey suit onto a chair but unfortunately it landed on the grass beside it. Too lazy to pick it up, he let it take a rest there for a while, then unbuttoned two buttons of his white dress shirt and dropped himself on another unit chair. 

  His ultra-busy manager who was busy talking with the director about the next scene or God knew what had sent him a cup of his favourite ice tea and a box of cream-filled donuts for the late afternoon snack. But he'd no appetite or energy to tear the box. 

  While Jimin's manager excused herself for a phone call with her husband in Seoul. Obviously it was going to take longer than the normal calls. Their hairdressers also were taking a small afternoon break, they were told the next scene was going to be delayed because some equipment wasn't brought. So he thought of enjoying the donuts in the meantime.

  "Instead of that you did good." Said Jimin, patting his back. 

  "You think so? I could do better." Sighed Taehyung and focused his attention to the brilliant display of fall colour against the deep green grass of Trinity Bellwoods Park. The CN tower in the background stood tall and fearless. A huge pool on their left, the water was calm, sun chips shards of light into its surface. The movie Scott Pilgrim vs. the World was shot here, he'd heard from Namjoon. He was already liking this place.

  Jimin followed his gaze and said, "Beautiful, isn't it?" 

  "Yes."

  "Should I give you my special head massage?" Jimin's hand rested over his head, waiting for his approval. 

  "Nah," Taehyung braced his fingers around his wrist, lowered his hand to his lap, and didn't let go. "I know you're tired as well." 

  Jimin smiled a beautiful smile looking at him. They'd been friends for years, their friendship was so famous that fans often addressed them as soulmates. There wasn't any interview or talk show he did where people hadn't asked him about his close relationship with Kim Taehyung. Some fans at the fansigns also mentioned Taehyung pretty much every time. He didn't get angry though, in fact he very openly, proudly talked about their little outings and upcoming projects they wanted to do together. 

  The director was now having an argument with some spot boys, their voices carrying on the wind. Jimin wasn't paying attention to it. He was watching how unreal his friend was looking in this orange hue of late afternoon sun. The charming smile on his full lips, thick eyelashes at the end of his big, beautiful brown eyes, the softness of his sharp jawline, the tranquillity in his piercing gaze— everything, everything was— Ethereal.

  "Are you ageing backwards?" He asked a moment later. 

  Slowly Taehyung averted his eyes from nature and looked at him. "I'm not in the mood for flirting."

  A pout appeared on Jimin's pulp lips, "You're getting boring, you need to date someone. Seriously."

   "Why someone?" Taehyung tilted his head, one eyebrow arched at him, "I have you."

  "Who's flirting now?" 

  They smiled together. 

  "How can you be so soft with me all the time?" Said Jimin having a bite of his donut, "Like your fans get jealous of me instead of your heroines. If you have any hidden feelings for me you could say it tonight."

  "Why tonight?"

  "I've booked the entire Korean Grill House for us tonight. Just the two of us."

  Taehyung whistled softly, "Sounds great." 

  A minute or two later a short cute girl in a white shirt-like dress appeared before them. Her makeup was minimal, white lace-up heels and the white leather bag she was holding declaring aristocracy. She bowed her head slightly, raised with a full smile. 

  "You're more like a fairytale prince than a real human." Said the girl, very sweetly in her soft voice, smiling, "What I've heard from people is nothing compared to you are in person." 

  Too astonished to speak, Taehyung and Jimin shared glances. 

  It wasn't like VIP guests didn't visit their shooting venues, but they weren't expecting someone at this moment, definitely not a surprise visit without any notice. And this girl who seemed like a high school student quoting all those cliche dialogues of online novels made them a bit uncomfortable. 

  "Hi, my name is jennie." She unfolded her hand to the taller man, "Your secret admirer."

  Taehyung didn’t respond. He simply lifted his eyebrows, waiting for more introduction. 

  Jennie's smile lessened, "I sent you roses everyday. Remember?"

  "Ohh," Taehyung's mouth agape, "It was you!" 

  "Yes." She lowered her gaze and nodded. Actually shy. Blush spreading across her cheeks to the end of her ears. "It is me."

  "Have a seat," Taehyung said but she didn't. The other chair where he'd thrown his suit wasn't looking sitable, he thought of clearing his mess before asking her to sit again. But the moment he rose, his eyes moved past her and halted on the man standing right behind her all this time. 

  Goosebumps rose on his arms, the back of his neck prickled. Was he daydreaming? Or hallucinating in the broad daylight! 

  'Is that you?' Taehyung tried to say, but his tongue felt like it was glued to the roof of his  mouth. The endearing elegant face which was created very delicately, had come before him again. How could he not recognize it! 

  He forgot what he was saying, what he was going to do. There was only this man and he was brought together in front of eternity. The person between them simply didn’t exist and the world outside slowed to a blur. 

  "Tae," 

  He heard his name, but the man in front of him wasn't moving his lips. The thought again crossed his mind— was it just a hallucination?

  "Tae, Taehyung." Jimin tugged his sleeve and he flinched. 

  "Yes," He said looking at Jimin. 

  "She has asked you something." An amused smile was on Jimin's mouth when he flickered his orbs to the girl present there. 

  "Oh—" Taehyung looked at her but couldn't recall what she'd asked. His eyes betrayed, again averted to the person behind her. His mind was still in a denial but his heart had recognized him. 

  Bunny. 

  Jungkook was looking at him, unblinking,  weighing up whether or not to speak. The words were on his lips; How are you? Do you remember our life in Busan? Remember me? 

  Nothing came out. 

  Nothing. 

  The helplessness was so deep it felt like he could have a breakdown if Taehyung didn't say something. Call me once, please—his eyes pleaded silently. 

  "Hey, Jennie, so you're Korean-American?" Jimin asked her when he noticed the confused frown on her face. Surely she was more confused than him about his friend's eccentric behaviour. Probably thinking if she'd made a mistake saying something disrespectful and made him mad. Jimin took her hand and said, "You're so pretty, like a kpop idol, wanna come to Korea and become a star?"

  "No. Oh my gosh," She smiled from ear to ear, "I'm not that talented." 

  "You are, trust me. You've a very pretty voice." Jimin was always like this. Chatty, playful, flirty and easy to be  around. He bought some more of her time, stealing her attention on him from the statue standing beside. 

  When she finally moved from between them, Taehyung got a full look of Jungkook. Where was the nineteen year old boy with big doe eyes and acne on his cheeks! Here standing a full grown up big bulky man with lithe muscle knitting around his finely sculpted bones. Those muscles rippled beneath his black button up and the jeans that hugged him. 

  It wasn't like Taehyung didn't have any muscles, but they were nothing compared to him —he appeared quite smaller in front of Jungkook's presence. 

  Taehyung's eyes wandered to the Ink that covered his forearm peeping through his rolled up sleeves. From where did he get those —he wondered, and those piercings on his ears and eyebrows looked so foreign. 

  One thing hadn't changed — the mole under his lips that used to stimulate him. Even now. 

  'Breathe,' He told himself. The silence inside his head was torture. 

  He tried to bury what had happened down deep. He wanted to forget a thousand tiny moments, insignificant— ice cream dates, movie nights, cycling to the river bank, thousands and thousands of words. All. But they kept flashing through his mind over and over again. And now when the memories himself had walked toward him, where would he be hiding now? 

  The scene replayed in his mind the last time they met. It had broken something inside his that day, something that couldn’t be repaired. That night Jungkook not only tried to kill him, but succeeded in killing his most innocent self. The bullet didn't pierced his skin but his heart. Bleeding hadn't stopped. 

  It hurts, 

  It hurted the way he left him, cold, wounded and alone. His hand was still shaking, longing for him, whispering his name, 'Don't leave me. Please.'

  It hurted badly but he endured. Until the end. 

  If his uncle didn't find him that day, this day wouldn't come. After losing his consciousness he thought he would be forgetting everything. But damn his memory, no matter how much it hurted, he couldn't forget him. 

  He wouldn't forgive him. 

  Never. 

  Forcefully he tore his gaze and looked at his back, nowhere actually. Hearing Jimin's voice he looked at him, saw how easily he'd befriended her, she was laughing at his jokes. 

  "May I," Taehyung guessed she was from a very wealthy family, unless wouldn't get permission to enter the shooting spot. But for why he didn't get it. "Ask you about your visit here, Miss…"

  "Jennie Kim." She reminded him, "I use my mom's surname. She was a famous actor here, now has retired and went for a Europe tour. Actually my uncle is the producer here, also I'm a big fan of yours. I came to invite you on my eighteenth birthday which is in three days." 

  "I see." Said Taehyung, tring to keep his focus on her. "So, you and your boyfriend have come here to invite us on your birthday?"

  "Boyfriend?" She giggled, shaking her head, "Uh-huh, dad sent him as my bodyguard." 

  Bodyguard! 

  "Your bodyguard is very handsome I must say." Jimin chuckled, "Introduce him please."

  "Sure. He's Jkay." Jennie brought her face closer to Jimin, shielding her mouth to whisper, "I call him grim reaper."

  "That's pretty cool. Shall I call him a handsome grim reaper?" Jimin remarked and joined the laughter with her. 

  Taehyung closed his eyes for a moment. He was still not believing what he was seeing. This girl's high pitched laughter was annoying him. The appearance of Jungkook after so many years was confusing him, irking him to the core. Most of all the aching, tender look Jungkook had in his eyes was ripping him to shreds. He was angry. Thought his head would explode if he didn't escape from here. 

  He needed to run away. 

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A/N: Please do ask me, suggest me, tell me if I've missed something or am going in the wrong direction. I'm only a human and I make mistakes a lot.